Chapter 51 Lure, attack and kill, prey
Lear took a deep breath, turned to look at the army beside him, and spoke in a low tone.
"The gods worshiped by the half-murlocs have revived."
"The enemy we are facing this time is God!"
These words made the wetland lizard warrior suddenly quiet.
Resurrection of the gods? !
No matter how ferocious a life is, it still has a deep-soul reverence for the gods.
That is the controller of this world, the supreme being above all living beings.
But in an instant, these warriors returned to normal, and their amber eyes looked at Lear firmly.
Waiting for their master's orders.
What about God? !
As long as the master needs it, they dare to draw their swords!
The will of the Lord is above all else!
Feeling the change in the eyes of the wetland lizard warrior, Lear felt a little pleased.
This is due to race. If you are a timid race like the mire people, even if your loyalty to him will not waver, you will still be timid and shrink when facing the gods.
How much fighting power you can burst out depends on your fate.
Lear glanced around, a hint of madness in his voice.
"I have the means to kill the half-murloc god, and I will take you with me today to kill the god!"
The calm tone was like a mountain collapsing into the sea, causing huge waves.
The eyes of all the soldiers were hot and their hearts were surging!
Kill the God!
These two words are full of taboos, but also carry endless temptation.
Even in various myths and legends, killing gods is regarded as the most heroic feat and the ultimate taboo.
Lear looked at the warrior whose momentum was soaring and waved his hand suddenly.
"Walk!"
The army immediately followed him.
Under the guidance of two confused half-murlocs, they quickly approached the gathering place of half-murlocs.
A few kilometers away, it took more than half an hour to arrive.
The half-murlocs gathered in a tall grass. Outsiders had to pass through the grass first if they wanted to enter.
The army stopped silently, and everyone was waiting for his order.
Although it was only a hundred meters away in a straight line, Lear did not act rashly.
Turning to look at Bubblemon.
"Bobo, you use the bubble to ride Haggis up into the air and observe the half-murloc in front of you."
Bobo's eyes lit up immediately.
Doing things for their masters gives these little guys a sense of satisfaction that they are needed by their parents.
He immediately patted his chest in response.
Open your mouth slightly and spit out a bubble slowly.
The bubble gradually grew, floated up, and swallowed the wetland lizard hero in front of him.
The next moment, the bubble slowly rose into the sky like a hydrogen balloon.
Haggis touched left and right and felt a rubber-like touch, which was quite surprising.
Looking down at the ground gradually shrinking, his face turned a little pale again.
It seems that flying too high is not a good thing.
After the bubble flew to a height of about ten meters, the line of sight suddenly opened up, and Hagus carefully explored the situation behind the grass.
After a moment, he waved his hand towards Bubblemon, and the bubbles fell again.
Haggarth walked through the bubble and came to Lear, his amber pupils filled with solemnity.
"Lord, those half-murlocs are performing sacrifices around a skeleton altar."
His tone was a bit subtle.
"Smoke fills the area near the altar, and those half-murlocs have entered a state of madness."
Lear raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Insanity? How do you say it?"
"Every time the half-fish people make sacrifices, they like to light the mist grass to make themselves lose consciousness and enter madness."
"It is said that they can use this to receive guidance from the half-murloc god."
Misty grass?
Lear immediately thought of the smelly giant demon. This thing seemed to be very suitable for setting an ambush.
"How many people are there?"
"More than six hundred people!"
Haggis' tone became fanatical.
"Lord, the steel knife in my hand is thirsty for blood, please give your order!!"
No matter who the enemy is, he will become the master's sword and cut through all obstacles!
Just like the oath he swore when the Lord gave him heroic power in Loland City!
Lear narrowed his eyes slightly.
He could deal with the half-murloc god, but the number of wetland lizardmen was too small.
With 15 squads, they were able to defeat 6 squadrons of half-murlocs. The difference was several times greater, and the opponent also had level 10 heroes standing guard.
No need.
It’s not like there are no options.
Turning to look at the swamp banshee beside him.
Woo~wu~wu~
The half-murloc gathering place in the grass, these slippery and smelly beings surround an altar made of bones, Crazy noise.
There were constant whining sounds of excitement coming from his mouth.
Large bundles of mist grass were lit on the ground all around, and smoke spread in the wind.
When they smell the smoke, the half-murlocs will become even crazier and remain in a state of madness. Because their great father god, the half-murloc god, controls the three powers of madness, moisture, and half-murloc.
He likes believers to offer sacrifices to him in madness.
What makes them crazy is that the sleeping god has returned!
They received an oracle during a sacrifice last month!
The great being personally ordered them to sacrifice every other day.
God will lead the half-fish people to greatness again!
Praise God the Father!
During the frenzied sacrifice, the half-murlocs in the outer circle heard bursts of melodious singing in a trance, and their eyes became a little confused.
They seem to have heard God calling!
Don’t let others enjoy God’s gift!
This thought suddenly came to mind, and while muttering in his mouth, he slowly withdrew from the crowd of worshipers who were circling crazily towards the altar.
Disappeared into the grass behind.
At this moment, the half-murlocs were still in a state of madness, and the few twenty or thirty people did not attract the attention of others.
A burst of melodious and light singing sounded soon after, and the second wave of half-murlocs quietly exited.
Disappear outside the smoke-filled altar.
Time and again. At some point, in the central area, the half-murloc chief who presided over the entire event suddenly discovered that his voice seemed to be much weaker.
After waking up from the addiction for a while, I turned around and suddenly found that the crowd around me was almost half gone.
I suddenly woke up.
"Where are the people?"!
“Where are our people?!”
Why is half of it missing for no apparent reason? !
The half-murloc, who was still in a state of madness, ignored the scolding and continued to circle around the altar while still whining and chanting.
The half-murloc chief is so angry, these idiots!
Suddenly, a melodious song slowly came to his ears. A bit of confusion flashed in the eyes of the half-murloc chief, and he subconsciously walked away from the altar and walked outside.
But just when I reached the edge, I was about to step into the grass.
A sense of terror arose in my heart.
A sudden awakening.
Turning around to look, he found that he was far away from the altar, and the sparse clan members became even clearer.
Shocked!
“Enemy attack!”
Hysterical roars rang out.
The next second, a more terrifying sense of danger surged into my heart.
Suddenly, the silt on the ground bulged high, and then popped up under his feet. With his sharp eyes, he saw the bubbles expanding.
The pupils shrank sharply.
Before he could react, he saw those expanding bubbles crack and explode.
The half-murloc chieftain's liver and gallbladder were about to burst.
Containing majestic magical energy suddenly exploded.
Bang~ The terrifying shock wave swallowed up the surroundings.
The soil was thrown up hundreds of meters high and splashed all over the sky. A huge pit seven or eight meters deep even appeared on the spot.
But what was shocking was that after the thick dust and muddy water dispersed, the half-murloc chief was not dead yet.
Large areas of blood oozed out from his body, and his body was covered with dirt and sewage.
Half of his face was blown off, and he looked extremely miserable.
But before he could react, a heavily armored warrior with a ferocious lizard head and a steel knife appeared in his blurred vision.
The opponent's sword cut through the sky like lightning.
"No!"
In horror, the half-murloc chief raised the half-broken bone staff used for sacrifice in his hand to resist, but the fragile bone staff exploded into pieces the moment it came into contact with the steel knife.
A cold light flashed in his eyes, his neck felt cold, and he felt severe pain.
The world was spinning for a while, and finally he put his face to the ground, looking sideways at the whole world. The last sight was one after another heavily armored lizardman warriors pushing away the grass
Pfft~
A huge head flew into the sky , blood splashed several meters high.
Only the mutilated, headless bodies were left lying in the mud.
From the beginning to the end, the level 10 half-murloc chief didn't even have a chance to react.
Directly executed.
Fixed point blasting!
Those half-murlocs who were still in madness woke up at this moment. They turned to look at the wetland lizard warriors who kept pouring out of the grass, and immediately went crazy!
These damn bastards, they are blasphemy! !
Damn, damn! !
"kill!"
The half-murloc roared and charged in!
But at this moment, the mutilated body of the half-murloc chief whose head was beheaded suddenly swelled up, like a balloon that had been inflated to the extreme.
Bang~
Suddenly exploded.
Blood floated all over the sky.
What is horrifying is that the blood seems to be guided by something, floating in the air, and rushes towards the direction of the half-murloc while breathing.
All of it was instilled into the body of the half-fish man.
The level 5 half-murloc's aura increased at an exaggerated speed. In the blink of an eye, it soared to level 9! !
Lear, who was commanding from behind, had his pupils shrinking sharply.
Looking at the bone altar behind the half-murloc, he felt a familiar aura.
God! !
The half-murloc god appears.
There was an almost crazy excitement in his eyes.
(End of chapter)