Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 155: Murloc Castle

Chapter 155: Murloc Castle

The red glow pierced through the misty water vapor, outlining a rainbow of colors.

A gentle breeze blew, dispersing the bright light.

Only a faint mist remained, lingering in solitude.

The patrolling soldiers stared longingly into the fog.

The figure they were waiting for still had not appeared.

Bored, they glanced at the constantly howling murlocs, too tired to deal with them anymore.

At that moment, a deafening roar came from above.

The soldiers heard the familiar sound and their faces lit up with joy, shouting:

"It's Lord Yaya!"

"The Lord must have sent someone."

"Hmph, the village chief of Field said so this morning, but you didn't believe him. Now you know you were wrong, huh?"

"Heh heh, finally someone came to help us deal with these murlocs."

"Hey, don't get too cocky. Get ready for battle; we still need to open the gate to assist them."

"..."

A dull sound echoed through the air as Yaya's silver-white figure gracefully landed on the wall, letting out a long howl.

Without any high-ranking murlocs in charge, the murloc horde, terrified by the dragon's might, collapsed to the ground in fear before scattering in all directions, leaving only footprints in the muddy ground.

Finding it boring, Yaya flapped her wings and soared back into the sky under the soldiers' admiring gazes.

Not long after, a clear cry echoed from the distance.

The village chief of Field, who stood atop the camp, signaled for the horn to be blown, his brows showing a hint of tension.

The murloc camp in the swamp had already attracted an attack from thousands of murlocs. Would Bay Town, situated by the Silvermoon River, face even greater danger?

Fortunately, people from Bay Town had arrived, which meant there should be no danger.

Half an hour later.

The village chief of Field heard Beelzebub say.

Bay Town had been attacked by tens of thousands of murlocs, but under the Lord's command, they were easily dealt with, prompting him to sincerely exclaim:

"Thank goodness the Lord is here, or we'd be in big trouble!"

Recalling the agony of being hit by a "Mind Storm," Beelzebub instinctively rubbed his head and nodded in agreement, saying:

"That's right. If it weren't for the Lord's foresight in spending a great deal to build the walls, the town would have suffered heavy losses."

If Beelzebub hadn't brought it up, the village chief of Field wouldn't have realized. After a few clicks of astonishment, he curiously asked:

"Why did the Lord send the Arcanist back to the murloc camp? What's the purpose?"

Before Beelzebub could answer, Matthew, who was slowly approaching, said aloud:

"Gather everyone in the camp. Every single person should know the Lord's orders."

"Knight Angela, you will now announce the Lord's orders!"

The village chief of Field was slightly startled. He held deep respect for this mysterious Arcanist who had suddenly arrived in the territory.

It wasn't just because of his power, but also his mystery!