Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 183: Clever Bobo

Chapter 183: Clever Bobo

"Count yourselves lucky!"

Bobo pouted, fixing his gaze on the murloc warriors who had previously fled.

His eyes flickered slightly, and Bobo shouted in a sharp voice:

"Catch those fools who ran away earlier!"

The smarter murloc warriors were a bit dazed; they hadn't been part of the group that fled.

But the surrounding murlocs didn't hesitate, having been completely subdued by Bobo. They swarmed the murloc warriors who usually bullied them!

The larger murloc warriors were stronger than ordinary murlocs, but they were vastly outnumbered by the latter.

Before they could react, they were overwhelmed by the howling ordinary murlocs.

Having thought it through, Bobo's face showed a mischievous grin as he ordered the murloc warriors to be dragged over.

The heavily injured Old Six opened his mouth skillfully, enjoying a hearty meal, which helped him regain some health.

Beelzebub, watching this scene, couldn't help but shake his head.

In the past, he wouldn't have felt much about this.

But ever since coming to the Bay Territory, he found this indiscriminate killing among the same kind somewhat strange.

Beelzebub was also very certain that it wasn't what he once considered weakness but rather that he had developed more principles and a sense of boundaries.

He knew what he wanted!

He knew what he wanted to protect.

He fought with conviction and was confident in defeating any enemy.

For example, Hawk, who Yaya had just released.

Hawk, lying in the mud, was a bit stunned.

He hadn't even had time to react before seeing the fully armored Beelzebub walking over from the distant mist.

"Who is he? Someone from Bay Territory?"

Beelzebub silently stood 20 meters in front of Hawk, speaking in a muffled voice:

"If you defeat me, you can leave directly."

"If I defeat you, well, sorry, but all your weapons and equipment will belong to me."

His tone carried no greed, only an intense fighting spirit!

Hawk, scanning the burly Beelzebub, felt a significant amount of pressure from him.

He could tell at a glance that Beelzebub was a barbarian warrior.

Judging by his high-quality weapons and armor, all enchanted, far better than his own gear, he assumed Beelzebub must be from Bay Territory.

"Barbarians don't spend money on equipment, nor do they have the means to acquire it."

Hawk didn't say much, simply nodding calmly as he slowly adjusted his breathing, shaking off the mud and removing pieces of his knight armor.

In the soft, muddy ground, wearing such heavy armor would only slow him down.

Hawk quickly assessed that in a contest of strength, he wouldn't be able to overpower Beelzebub.

He needed to ensure his advantage in agility.

His judgment was undoubtedly correct!

When Beelzebub, exuding a faint chill, charged like a savage bull.