Emperor of Arcane

The chirping roar didn't sound too intimidating.

But when this sound comes from hundreds of distorted fish-men with terrifying looks, then the situation is completely different!

Matthew was not worried about the busy soldiers. He looked at the swarming aberrant fish-men and felt a little weird.

"It shouldn't be. There are very few examples of aberrant monsters gathering together on a large scale."

"Once they can't get enough blood food, they will have a hearty fight with the aberrant creatures they travel with."

"This is the only way for them to enter deep infection!"

"But now, it's completely different?"

"Could it be that something happened to Scarlet Moon?"

"In other words, some high-level aberrations were born among these aberrant fish-men!"

Whatever the reason, it's not good news for Matthew and the team.

Fortunately for Matthew, the professionalism of the butler Ralph was commendable.

Although he did not expect that the convoy would be attacked and surrounded by deformed monsters under the influence of the Scarlet Moon, he was prepared in advance with various weapons and consumables to deal with the different types of enemies encountered along the way.

Each soldier put on a thick iron-wood shield and punched it on the ground. The small and weak murloc aberrations made it almost impossible to repel them.

Hundreds of Changyu were distributed, which at least emboldened the pushers in the convoy to avoid causing chaos or collapse.

At the same time, the butler Ralph also took out two shiny red scrolls from the space bag and handed them to Matthew solemnly.

Fireball Scroll x 2!

It was originally used to deal with the trolls in the dark forest around Bay Village. These two scrolls alone consumed the 200 gold coins purchased for the supplies.

Using the fireball technique that comes with the staff will still consume Matthew's mana, but compared to the backlash caused by leapfrogging spells, 50% of the mana consumption is already very cost-effective.

Spell scrolls are different.

It only takes a small amount of mana to fully release the spell, and the power of the spell is fixed and depends on the production ability of the caster who made the spell scroll.

To put it simply, the spell scroll is a one-time consumable, an alien version of rockets!

With these two scrolls, Matthew's combat ability is guaranteed.

But this time, Matthew was not in a hurry and released it at the aberrant fish-man that was running towards him. Instead, he allowed the other party to approach.

He saw the scarlet eyes of the aberrant fishman, the multiple twisted and deformed arms, the bloody tentacles protruding from the wounds, the almost missing scales, and the crawling posture like a beast.

There is no doubt that these deformed fish-men are more polluted and have even begun to look nothing like fish-men at all.

They howled, rushing through the obstacles of the muddy puddles, like bloody tides, rushing towards them with bloodthirsty desire.

Leon, who was holding the shield, was a little nervous. Fortunately, Old John guided him:

"Don't push the shield outward. If you tilt it, pull it inward. The impact force will be released to the ground through the support rod."

"The aberrant fishmen have nothing to be afraid of. They are weak in attack and lack strength, and their movement speed is still slow. They are swarming over to give us money..."

This time Old John did not lower his voice, not only to Leon, but also to other nervous soldiers around him.

Captain Sean, who had considerable combat experience, glanced back at the standing lord from the corner of his eye, and quickly responded:

"That's right, normally we can cut down these murlocs very easily. It's not a problem for 10 people to cut down 100 of them."

"Besides, there is absolutely nothing gained from hacking the murlocs to death on weekdays. At most, they can only dismantle some murloc hearts, which can be sold for 5 silver coins."

"Now, they are very valuable..."

Interrupted by these two veterans, the soldiers who were a little nervous at first thought about it again, and felt that what they said was right, and laughed out loud.

Leon exhaled, keenly aware of the purpose of the two captains, and said deliberately naively:

"With so many fishmen, how many gold coins can we harvest?"

The old butler who had been waiting for a long time laughed, pulled out the full money bag from his arms, grabbed a handful of golden coins from it, and shouted quite generously:

"There are a lot of gold coins. It depends on everyone's luck. I hope to find at least 30 pieces of materials."

"In addition, cart drivers who participate in the battle can also enjoy the same penny treatment..."

"Wow, 30 pieces of materials? That should be more than 100 gold coins, right?"

"You're stupid, it's obviously 300 gold coins..."

"Oh my God, more than 300 gold coins? I can only earn three at most a year, so wait a minute, how much can we share?"

"Didn't you listen to the steward? As long as you participate in the battle, you can get money."

"If you don't do anything, you can only get 30 silver coins at most. If you work harder, you can get one gold coin!"

"A gold coin?"

Not only did the soldiers' eyes shine at this time, but the cart drivers who had been greedy for a long time also had high morale.

Seeing Ralph suddenly turn this life-and-death battle into a bounty hunting activity, Matthew felt an eerie sense of familiarity:

"Wait a minute, isn't this what I just did? Ralph is learning and selling now!"

While thinking this, Matthew saw those aberrant fish-men crashing into the defense line.

Peng!

Click!

The roar and the sound of broken bones were heard together, and the prepared defense line withstood the first wave of impact from the aberrant fish-men.

Matthew looked at the aberrant murlocs squeezing over, surrounding the convoy like an army of bugs, and gently stroked the scroll, waiting for the opportunity to release.

The bloody claws he waved were densely slapped on the shield, leaving bloody marks.

The impact was far smaller than the soldiers imagined, making them heave a long sigh of relief.

"Hold on!"

Angela, who looked normal, suppressed everyone's desire to attack. After all the soldiers came into contact with the aberrant murloc, she shouted with relief:

"First row gun!"

The soldiers, who had been suppressing for a long time, suddenly thrust out the spears and lances in their hands after hearing the order to attack.

In the middle of the shield, sharp metal spearheads stretched out, piercing the twisted head of the aberrant fish man, and withdrew it fiercely with blood spurting out.

"retreat!"

At the back end of each thorn, two strong cart drivers stood.

They had basically received militia training. After hearing the order, they tried not to think about the scene in front of the shield. They worked together to grab the back end of the spear and retreated together.

The dark red blood dyed Chang Yu's front end red, slowly dripping down along the point of contact with the shield, seeping into the soft mud on the ground.

"The second row comes forward and stab!"

Under the leadership of Old John and Captain Sean, the spearmen of the second platoon thrust forward fiercely.

The spear placed on the upper edge of the shield was pierced downwards at an angle. The deformed fishman who attacked with his claws was instantly pierced through the head or chest.

"retreat!"

As the short and powerful command sounded, the dead aberrant murlocs all collapsed to the ground.

The aberrant fish-man, who was not afraid of death, stepped on the corpse of his companion without hesitation and rushed forward.

In a few breaths, the space that had been vacated just now was filled again by these terrifying deformed monsters.

"First row, step forward and stab!"

The tip of the spear, stained red by blood, was constantly thrust out with the support of the shield, harvesting the lives of the aberrant fish-men with astonishing efficiency.

After a few rounds, the aberrant murlocs were decimated!

However, the pushers, who had experienced many physical outbursts, began to show signs of weakening.

Without special training, they don't know how to properly conserve their physical strength in fierce battles.

This is the difference between amateur and professional!

Every day fails.

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