Lord of Rot

A thin figure quickly crossed the shallow water.

It has gray green skin with slippery mucus, and its belly is gray-white, like a toad that has been turned over and kicked up. There are fins on its back, but its overall shape is humanoid...a very vague humanoid shape, with palms and fingers, The fingers are connected with webs.

The head is similar to a combination of a human and a fish, with huge protruding eyeballs that cannot be closed like a fish, the pupils cannot move, and there are fish gills on the face that tremble slightly.

"Ah——!" it roared, its voice hoarse, its gills trembling more frequently than its vocal cords.

Using his hind legs, the thin figure immediately jumped onto the shore, leaving wet footprints.

Walked into the muddy water ahead.

Murloc heads emerged from the muddy water and responded with the same unpleasant and harsh voice.

"Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!"

There were sounds.

One after another, similar half-human, half-fish monsters climbed up from the muddy water of the swamp, holding either bone forks, white bone hammers made of human skulls, or rib bows and arrows in their hands, just like a small biological civilization.

"what!"

The cries are noisy, but there seems to be order.

They moved collectively, crossed the river, concealed their bodies, and soon found the goal of their trip.

A group of human soldiers wearing light armor, holding a shield in their left hand and a sword in their right hand.

The leader was a woman in iron armor, she held a long sword in both hands, and her iron boots stepped on the corpses of the murloc monsters' companions.

"Didn't Bode kill all these fish-man monsters?" She asked: "Where did this group come from?"

No one dared to respond to her words.

Bode is the future heir of Fort Greenwood, and is not something the soldiers can discuss. Moreover, everyone is more afraid of Lord Bode, who has a dark personality, than the young lady who likes to fight.

"Miss, something is wrong," a soldier suddenly said.

"Ok!"

The woman nodded: "It's too quiet."

As summer approaches, frogs should be croaking early in Linta Bay, but now it is eerily quiet, as if winter has entered and life has been frozen.

Whoosh!

A bone arrow flew out.

The woman reacted in time, and the bone arrow was sent flying with her sword.

"There's an ambush!" she shouted.

The others reacted immediately and held their shields in front of them. Because they reacted quickly enough, only two people were unlucky enough to be hit by bone arrows.

The man who was shot foamed and fell to the ground.

"The arrows are poisonous!"

Someone came forward to check and then breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, he's just unconscious, not dead."

Holding a long sword in her hand, the woman looked at the three or four hundred murlocs who were densely surrounded in front of her: "Then we have to survive."

There were only 12 of them on this trip.

Facing an ambush of four hundred poisonous fishmen, it was hard to say whether he could survive.

"It seems that the recent hunting of fish-man monsters has aroused their hatred, and they came specifically to encircle and suppress us," she said.

"I'll open a path later," the woman said, "Follow me closely, don't leave anyone behind!"

"Yes!" Others responded simply.

The woman took a deep breath, and her aura exploded. She stepped on the ground with the soles of her feet. A large mud hole was dug in the ground, and she was suddenly ejected.

In the blink of an eye, she had already dragged the sword across a dozen steps with both hands.

The fish-men monsters that blocked the way were knocked over by the collision, and the ones they encountered directly were smashed into pieces of flesh!

The remaining light-armored soldiers immediately helped up their comrades who were foaming and fell to the ground, and rushed through the fish-man gap opened by the woman. The chance of survival was fleeting.

The fish-man monsters were not afraid of death and rushed up from all directions, forcing the crowd who tried to rush out into the muddy water area.

This woman seemed to have endless strength and was invulnerable. She was running rampant and would not be stopped at all, but the soldiers under her were just ordinary people, being held hostage by the fish-men, sinking deeper and deeper into the muddy water area.

The long sword passed by, and the heads of two fish-man monsters were sliced ​​flat and horizontally. The heads drew an arc and then fell into the muddy water, where they were trampled to pieces by other fish-man monsters.

She is powerful, but the only one who is invincible is herself. She is helpless when her soldiers are surrounded.

In order to save her men, she could only rush back without hesitation and try to fight her way out.

Suddenly there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance.

"Whoosh-!"

A spear accurately penetrated three fishmen, pinning them in the muddy water.

It's not accurate to say it's accurate. With such a number of murlocs crowded together, even if you throw it with your eyes closed, it could hit them.

"Reinforcements?" The woman looked in the direction of the spear in surprise.

What appeared in the distance was a young man with black hair, riding a war horse. She recognized it at a glance as the excellent breed of strong-maned horse from Dongxia.

The opponent still maintained his throwing posture, and it seemed that he was the one who came to help just now.

Just listen to the black-haired young man shouting: "Save people! Kill the enemy!"

"Yes!" shouted in unison.

The sound of iron boots hitting the muddy water caught the woman's attention, and a group of heavily armed soldiers rushed behind the black-haired young man on horseback.

The arrival of soldiers wearing iron armor attracted the attention of some fishmen. They pounced on them and were killed instantly.

Facing the skinny fish-man, these soldiers simply suppressed and beat him. On the other hand, when the poisonous bone arrows of the fish-man were shot on the armor, they only made a "ding" sound and then fell powerlessly.

The white bone hammer hit it without any effect, but was slapped away by the soldier.

In Linta Bay, most battles require wading, and heavy armor makes it difficult to move.

But it was precisely because they were not wearing heavy armor that they were besieged by this group of weak fishmen, otherwise there would be no need to be afraid.

She found that this group of people had a lot of combat experience, and all of them were veterans who had been on the battlefield for a long time.

What surprised her the most was the black-haired young man. He jumped off his horse and quickly chopped off a fish-man's head with the long sword in his hand. Another fish-man took advantage of him to sheath his sword and pounced on him. Considering the length of the sword, he struck again. It was too late to use the sword, but the young man reacted quickly and struck the fishman's head heavily with the hilt of the sword.

Easily smashed the fishman's head.

He didn't wear heavy armor, but he could dodge nimbly, and quickly killed the fish-men with his quick reactions.

In an instant, more than a dozen fishmen had been killed, and there were piles of corpses around them.

Moreover, he also had the thought to take care of the two young followers behind him and help them share the pressure. The young followers grew up very quickly, from slowly slashing with swords to quickly attacking, although they still seemed a bit sluggish.

The two sides worked together and finally killed the fishman and fled in fear.

Nearly a hundred fish-man corpses were also left on the spot.

Survived!

"How is it?" The black-haired young man looked at his soldiers first.

"A few little monsters are nothing."

"I was slightly injured, sir. It's okay."

"It feels so good to finally kill me. I was so suffocated during the rush!"

The soldiers had gone through a fight, and most of them had suffered injuries, but all had recovered from minor injuries and were in high spirits.

Rather, they have a new understanding of their lords. A lord who can kill the enemy and charge into battle together with the soldiers will greatly increase their morale. From this moment on, their loyalty will be as solid as steel until the next time the young man fights. Sometimes he turns around and runs away out of fear, breaking the impression of heroism.

Once the impression is formed, even if someone tells them that their lord has escaped, they may not want to believe it.

The black-haired young man said: "Everyone will be awarded one silver moon! If you cry out in pain, two silver moons will be awarded!"

"It doesn't hurt!"

"It doesn't hurt!"

Even if it hurts, I can't say it hurts. Although I'll give it two silver months, it's too embarrassing.

"Sir, I feel pain, and I feel pain for everyone. Can you give them all to me?"

The black-haired young man laughed and scolded: "You're not hurt, it hurts!"

"Hahahaha!" the soldiers laughed.

Even the two teenagers, who looked like they were participating in a battle for the first time, laughed and woke up from the fear of fighting.

The woman looked at this group of people a little funny. They looked like elite regular soldiers. Why did they suddenly start giving out rewards like bandits and bandits?

But when she looked at the flag on the carriage parked in the distance, she was suddenly stunned: "Are you my cousin?"

The black-haired young man turned his head and stared at her with a strange expression: "Are you... your cousin?"

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