Emperor of Arcane

Matthew did not act rashly, but quietly watched the fishmen below who were devouring and chewing the corpses of their companions. {What? You don’t know yet|Read COM, read the chapters without mistakes|Hurry up and Google them}

Just as Matthew remembers.

In front of them are these fish-men who are extremely easy to control, weak in strength, and numerous in number.

There is no taboo against devouring the corpses of companions.

Matthew even suspected that these fishmen carried out periodic riots with the purpose of reducing their own population.

After all, the fishmen have no scruples in leaving safer waters just to head towards land to challenge and attack opponents far beyond their strength.

This in itself is seeking death!

At the moment, Matthew, without any psychological burden, stood on the edge of the city wall.

He unscrewed the pink potion in his hand and poured it down towards the murlocs crowding on the pile of corpses below.

Elio, who saw Matthew's movements, showed a little curiosity in his eyes:

"Lord, is this done to deal with the fishmen?"

"What kind of potion is it? Can it really kill so many fish-men at once?"

After a day-long practical training, Elio has learned how to cooperate with his fellow soldiers.

With her strong personal strength, she won the trust of her fellow soldiers. As the squad leader, Jifan even praised her!

Not only Elio was confused, but other soldiers also looked at the Lord with curiosity.

At this moment, Angela, who was standing next to Matthew, made a keen discovery.

Those fishmen who had eaten the corpses contaminated with the "delicious potion" fainted one by one.

Moreover, they began to emit a faint fishy smell, and Angela could smell it clearly even though she was more than ten meters away.

"Is it some kind of poison?"

Before Angela could make any guess, the surrounding fishmen rushed to the unconscious fishmen like crazy.

They opened their mouths without hesitation and bit down hard!

These brutal fishmen who devoured their own kind were not noticed.

As they swallowed the flesh and blood of their companions, a strong fishy smell gradually emanated from their bodies.

Murlocs with an average intelligence of less than 3 points naturally didn't care about this anomaly.

They just feel that the food becomes more delicious and delicious, and the fragrance is so fragrant that they can't help but move their index fingers and appetite.

However, the more he ate, the more tired the fishman became.

In the end, they froze in place, gradually losing control of their bodies, and fell limply.

They are not dead. They have all kinds of sensations in the body, but they have no power to control them.

They vaguely felt that the greedy fishmen companions around them had rushed over.

They press and bite its body, and more and more of them bite it!

The soldiers on the city wall all looked at it clearly.

These cannibalistic fish-men below seem to have been cursed by some terrible curse.

They greedily devoured the bodies of their companions, and soon fell to the ground helplessly, becoming their companions' food again.

More and more fishmen were affected, and the strange fishy smell spread together.

At this time, all the soldiers reacted.

They watched helplessly as the fish people killed each other and cannibalized their own kind.

The overall number of fishmen is rapidly decreasing at an alarming rate.

No one understood it, but everyone knew very well that this must have something to do with the Lord.

Seeing the Lord's smiling face, the soldiers felt that they had once again witnessed the mystery and greatness of the Lord.

They resisted the urge to cheer and took turns to rest under Angela's arrangement.

Large numbers of murlocs fell, and more murlocs swarmed over, biting their flesh like crazy.

The number of fish-men eaten began to increase exponentially.

100……

500…

2000……

8000…

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Matthew calmly stared at the chaos of the fishmen below, and the data prompts clearly recorded the conditions of these fishmen.

Name: Wow wow wow.

Race: Murloc.

Occupation: Level 2 fighter.

Challenge level: 1.

Status: Confused, paralyzed, infected with devil's ivy pollen.

These fishmen infected by the "delicious potion" will fall into a state of paralysis and become comatose and paralyzed.

The infection from devil's vine pollen will cause their flesh and blood to emit an indescribable fragrance in the eyes of fishmen under a special reaction.

Essentially, it takes advantage of the rapid reproduction of devil's ivy pollen to create a targeted infection.

The fish people have no resistance!

Based on the principle that if you don’t eat it, it’s a waste!

Murlocs whose willpower is generally lower than 5 are completely unable to resist this fatal temptation.

As a result, they were recruited, infected, and became new sources of infection.

This was not the first time that Matthew had seen the delicious potion take effect, but it had never been as spectacular as now.

"Unfortunately, this method can only deal with fish-men who have almost no intelligence..."

"It would be nice if we could reform it so we could deal with those mindless Orcs."

"After all, if you give them some sweetness, they will lose their minds. Killing each other is just a basic operation, just like some people in the real world..."

As a large number of fishmen died or collapsed, Matthew did not hesitate and shouted decisively:

"The special operations team is assembled and ready to go out of the city with me!"

Angela pulled out her long sword, the huge Beelzebub stepped forward, Old John held the broadsword tightly, and the one-armed Hall quenched the poison on the dagger with the help of Ji Fan.

In addition to Leon, who is guarding the Troll Valley, the most powerful professionals in the center of the Gulf Territory have already gathered.

Alio was in a daze. Jifan, who had just finished his work, quickly pushed her arm:

"Follow me! Quick!"

The door reopened, and what came into view was a scene of corpses strewn across the field.

The strong smell of blood was nauseating, but no one present even frowned.

Looking at the murlocs still in chaos in the distance, Matthew could only point to the Silver Moon River in the distance and said in a calm voice:

"We must get rid of the leader of the fishmen before those fishmen come back!"

After saying that, Matthew tore open a scroll.

A hidden force spread quickly, covering every soldier around him.

Fifth-ring spell-group invisibility!

Matthew walked through the corpse-strewn battlefield without any scruples. None of the remaining murlocs around him even glanced at him.

The others followed and saw the battlefields with broken limbs and pieces of meat everywhere along the way, and felt a chill in their hearts.

Matthew's guess was correct. The "delicious potion" did not cause much trouble to the stronger fish-men with stronger willpower.

"Sure enough, the "delicious potion" is an excellent tool for cleaning up the murlocs!"

"That is to say, the intelligence of the fish-men is too low, otherwise it would not have such a good effect."

"The only pity is that there are so many murlocs. If only they could be controlled and work for me..."

Matthew, who was thinking about getting rid of the tool man, thought of this...

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