Emperor of Arcane

Big raindrops fell down with a "lush".

"Tick-tick-tick" hit the pale corpse on the water, and soon broke into pieces and melted into the Silver Moon River.

Tens of thousands of fishmen burst out from the water crazily, rushing towards the surrounding trolls like mad dogs.

The troll, who has nowhere to hide, has no choice at all.

Even though they struggled hard, after killing two or three of them, they were surrounded by a larger number of fishmen in an instant.

These fishmen held daggers and stabbed at the trolls crazily, and some used their collective weight to drag them directly underwater.

Even if there are driftwood to rely on, it cannot withstand the pressure of the large number of fishmen.

The result was obvious. The troll who was dragged down died quite simply.

As the number of murlocs increased, thousands of trolls jumped into the Silver Moon River and died one after another.

The screams of the fishmen and the screams of the trolls were constantly intertwined, giving people an extraordinarily terrifying feeling.

Dense blood-colored light enveloped the entire Silver Moon River.

Looking at the corpses all over the river, the troll priests standing outside the range of the crossbows looked at each other with a little bit of madness.

They raised the staffs in their hands at the same time, and the mighty mana fluctuations spread.

They kept chanting weird and incomprehensible spells, giving people a sense of being nagging.

Matthew can be "seen" in the sky.

These four troll priests are using the dead trolls in the Silver Moon River as sacrifices and working together to cast terrifying spells.

Matthew once understood the spellcasting methods of these troll priests, and even spent some time to conduct in-depth research.

Of course, what Matthew was interested in was not the crude and bloody spellcasting of these troll priests, but their strange ability to communicate with evil gods.

Matthew vaguely remembered.

Even though he was already level 35 at the time, and in the form of a saint whose strength was comparable to that of some mid-level gods, he almost failed when studying those weird evil gods.

Therefore, Matthew naturally would not make the same mistake this time and ordered without hesitation:

"retreat!"

Bobo and Lao Liu in the Silver Moon River also vaguely felt a fatal threat after seeing the information on the communication scroll.

The two of them chose to follow the call of their hearts and retreat immediately without hesitation!

When retreating, Bobo did not forget to tell the other dragon-blood murlocs this time, and asked these smart guys to leave.

Yaya is usually more patient with those obedient fishmen. At least these guys can communicate and can give better orders and command.

Just as Bobo was fleeing with his men, a terrifying force descended on this section of the Blood Moon River.

The blood that filled the river quickly gathered in the middle, and the corpses floating on the water gradually became dry.

Only then did hundreds of fishmen who were unwilling to leave vaguely realize that something was wrong.

But before they could escape, their bodies were already shaking uncontrollably.

The blood in the body began to stir, and the blood vessels burst, turning into twisted blood mist.

"Ding, the fishman soldiers under your command were attacked by an unknown force and died..."

"Ding, the fishmen soldiers under your command..."

"..."

Regarding the information about the deaths of hundreds of fishmen, Matthew could basically confirm that the current group of troll priests were the same ones he had come into contact with in the game.

The difference is that these guys can only use the power of the evil god to cast bloody spells with considerable limitations.

There were nearly two to three hundred remaining troll warriors who were also engulfed by the bloody light. They lost their breath of life little by little in the shrill howls.

At this time, a strong wind happened to blow, and the extremely strong smell of blood quickly spread.

Looking back at the bloody light, Matthew escorted the soldiers to retreat, but what was on his mind was another question:

"Whether these troll soldiers will be allowed to die is the original purpose of the troll sacrifice..."

If it were other intelligent creatures, Matthew's speculation would be basically untenable.

But if you are facing a troll who has been brainwashed and controlled by evil gods, things that were originally unreasonable can become reasonable.

After all, Matthew, who had seen many evil gods, had seen the stupid deeds of those idiots many times.

Too lazy to care about the bloody storm behind him, Matthew turned around and left without any regrets.

He knew very well that despite the huge momentum there, once there were not enough sacrifices to support it, the evil god who never made a loss-making business would immediately withdraw his power.

On the contrary, Matthew was quite happy to be able to force out a trump card of these troll priests here.

Now that the Silver Moon River can no longer stop these trolls.

Then Matthew will have to find a way to get rid of the remaining 6,000 or so troll soldiers.

The retreating soldiers discussed excitedly about the fish-men who had just played a big role.

Many soldiers still seem to be in a dream:

"Those are really fish-men, I even caught them with my own hands before!"

"Good guy, these fish-men are too fierce. How dare they attack the trolls?"

"Tch, although these trolls are very strong, once they fall into the water, they are really no match for dozens of fishmen!"

"Are those fishmen controlled by the Lord? Are they like kobolds?"

"I don't know about this. Maybe the lord used some magical spell."

"The murlocs who fight with us are good murlocs, and the murlocs who cause us trouble are bad murlocs."

"Hahaha, you are right if you insist on saying that."

"Hurry back to the agreed place to repair..."

"In that case, are we not going back to the castle?"

"Yes, once the castle is besieged, even with the help of the communication scroll, it is impossible to fully understand the situation outside."

"You're right, we really might as well stay outside, so that we can harass these trolls at any time and make them sleep uneasy..."

"I don't know how many trolls we just killed. If the number is large, the pressure on the defense will be greatly reduced."

"There is really nothing to worry about. You must have seen that some trolls are not only physically stronger, but they do not even have the most basic weapons and equipment, let alone complex and powerful siege equipment..."

"You're right, let's start resting now!"

"..."

Matthew felt the movement behind him gradually disappear, stroked his curious teeth, and said expectantly:

"Once we deal with this group of trolls, our territory won't have to worry about funds in a short time."

"However, as more and more "blood-activating potions" are produced, the adventurers in our territory and the adventurers in Blood Moon City alone cannot consume such a large amount."

"So we may have to open up new markets!"

Yaya, who had learned a lot before, reacted immediately, stared with curious eyes and said expectantly:

"Looking for new markets will definitely conflict with the original interests, right? Are we having another fight?"

Simple and straightforward!

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