Lords For All: Rule Myriad Worlds From A Blank Slate

The swamp fishman tribe is a powerful force in the dry swamp. They have strong reproductive ability and have one litter in their lifetime. The total population now exceeds one thousand.

However, most murlocs do not know how to work, and there is no farmland around the water village. Just two fishing grounds are not enough to support so many murlocs.

As a result, the swamp murlocs embarked on an alternative path of development, that is, plundering everywhere.

This is in line with the tradition of fish people!

Sixty percent of the pirates in the Oracle World are fishmen.

No matter what kind of fish-men they are, looting is almost their instinct.

If you go out to rob, you will get a good harvest for the tribe. Even if you fail and get killed, you can reduce food consumption.

In the center of the Fishman Water Village, there is a building made of unknown seaweed.

This is the recruitment and construction of the Murloc's Nest.

The leader of the swamp murloc tribe is the one-eyed murloc Lark.

It holds a trident and sits on the 'throne' that symbolizes the leader.

"Master Chief, the population of our tribe has once again reached its peak. Food is in short supply, and many newly born little fishmen are starving." An old fishman, One-Eyed Lark, introduced the situation of the tribe.

"Didn't the previous wars control the population? Why are there so many again?" Lark said in a low voice.

"There is no way. The passage into the dry swamp is occupied by those sludge monsters. Most of the people have nothing to do but give birth to little fishmen."

"These useless salted fish, what else can they do besides lay eggs?" Luck was furious.

About a few months ago, a group of sludge monsters suddenly ran out from the depths of the dry swamp and blocked the main channel for the swamp murlocs to enter the dry swamp.

Lark organized several attacks, all of which failed.

After seeing the terror of the silt monster, the fishmen in the tribe did not dare to enter the dry swamp in search of food and plunder.

They can only go up the river and attack goblins and other tribes.

But the performance of the fishmen was still disappointing, and several robberies ended in failure.

Fortunately, after these few battles, the population of fishmen has dropped, which can be regarded as solving the food problem in disguise.

But in a short period of time, the population of their tribe surged again and surpassed its previous peak.

"Those ooze monsters must be cleared away as soon as possible, otherwise, the tribe will be destroyed." Lark said angrily.

"It's not good, the leader is not good!"

Just when Lark was planning to lead his tribe to attack the mud monster again, a fishman ran in and screamed.

"What's the matter?" Lark asked dissatisfied.

The fishman looked panicked, "The Goblin tribe is attacking."

"Goblin tribe?" Lark was stunned for a moment, then said angrily, "These dwarfs actually dare to take the initiative to provoke us swamp murlocs?"

The old murloc said: "Leader Lark, this is an opportunity for us murlocs. As long as we kill all the criminal goblins in the future, we can go upstream and turn the goblin tribe into slaves. That piece of land, It is very rich. As long as we can capture it, our tribe will not be short of food."

Lark also became excited, "Hurry up and gather your troops. I'm going to throw those dwarfs into the swamp to feed the sludge monster."

With the massive invasion of the Goblin tribe, the swamp murloc's water village fell into panic.

Fishmen, holding wooden harpoons, hurriedly left the water pavilion and gathered at the entrance of the village.

"Uzakoma, how dare you attack us swamp murlocs?" Leader Lark pointed at the Goblin Priest with a trident in his hand.

"You swamp murlocs have plundered our goblin tribe many times. This time we want to avenge the lost tribesmen."

The goblin spearmen behind Uzakoma raised their spears as if they were about to charge into the battle.

"Then let's see if you dwarves have this ability. Kill them all, little ones."

Lark waved his trident, and the eager murlocs beside it charged towards him with strange screams.

"Fight and retreat at the same time!"

The mission of the Goblin Priest is to lure the swamp murlocs out of the water stronghold.

Now that the goal has been achieved, the tribesmen will naturally not be left desperate.

The Goblin troops were "on the verge of collapse" and quickly retreated.

This scene made the swamp fishmen extremely excited. They had not tasted victory for too long.

The swamp murlocs are chasing after them like crazy. They want to attack the goblin tribe directly and steal all their food and resources.

"Chief, something is wrong. The strength of the Goblin tribe is not that weak." Just when the swamp murloc fell into madness, the old murloc remained calm.

It had followed the army to plunder the Goblin tribe, and it knew the opponent's strength very well.

Even if they are outnumbered, they will not be able to fight back.

But the old fishman just felt something abnormal, and with his wisdom, he couldn't figure out why.

"Hmph, something is wrong. It must be these dwarfs who are frightened by the sons of our tribe."

Lark can't control this. It just wants to kill this Goblin army and then counterattack the Goblin tribe.

"Kill all these dwarfs!"

Not only did the one-eyed Lark not stop him, he took the lead and chased after him with his elite black-scaled murlocs.

The murloc's tactic is to attack together, shoulder to shoulder.

Looking from a distance, I could see a black stream rushing out of the fish-man water village.

The tidal wave of fishmen frantically chased the goblin troops.

"scattering!"

The Goblin troops successfully led the enemy into the established ambush circle.

Ariel gave an order, and a hail of arrows fell from the sky.

"Pfft!"

The murlocs were chasing the bad guys, never expecting to be attacked.

The sharp arrows penetrated the fishmen's bodies and directly pinned them to the ground.

"Goblin warriors, the great lord is watching us, follow me and fight back." The fleeing goblins stopped running, they turned around and shot back, fighting back.