White Dragon Lord

In the overseas archipelago, on the bottom of the sea between the three main islands, there is a giant murloc city - Naspra.

Naspur was built on the flat ground on the seabed, using granite mined from the seabed as a building material.

The layout of houses in the city is circular. The further you go inside, the higher the buildings are. Due to the age, most of the houses are covered with dark green seagrass.

The only exception is the towering stone tower in the center of the city, which is conical in shape, with a clean and tidy surface, and emits a faint magic wave.

This is the residence of Naspra's owner, Crossclaw Lak Seacaller, and the "Mage Tower" of the legendary murloc mage.

However, no matter the standard of any plane, this stone tower is far from the standard of the mage tower. At best, it can only be regarded as a luxury residence enchanted with cleansing.

This is because Crossclaw Lak Seacaller does not have the technical information related to the construction of the mage tower, so he can only make a tall tower with its own shape to fill the facade.

Although in terms of enchantment, the Mage Tower is almost an empty shell, but the guards in it are extremely good, and the mutant murlocs patrolling all have advanced strength.

Crossclaw Lak Seacaller, with the mighty power of a legendary mage and a large number of mutant minions, rules Naspur and all the surrounding waters.

The murlocs in the city are either the subordinates of the Seacaller, or their preparatory experiments.

Although the seacaller has always been known for its brutality, it provides a safe living environment for the fish people who are precarious.

Naspur has thus become the holy place in the hearts of the murlocs in the overseas archipelago until the appearance of Whitescale City, which took its place.

In the Naspur Council Hall, Cross Claw Lak sat high on the colorful coral throne, listening to the quarrel of his subordinates.

"That damn white-skinned lizard! How dare you offend our great master! We must give them some color."

"Yes! Break into the White Scale City, step on the White Castle, and let the world know that only the great seacallers are the true masters of the overseas islands!"

"Get those bloody murloc traitors! Slaves to Naspur!"

"Catch the white-skinned lizard alive, cut off its wings, and pull a cart for the great master of all murlocs!"

"..."

The indignation and flattery of his subordinates made Crossclaw Lak very useful. It squinted and leaned comfortably on the coral throne.

But the hype didn't make Kuzulak lose his mind. In fact, he just enjoyed the thrill of being praised, and was not interested in the substance of the subordinate's words.

Because, it is a murloc tyrant, a dictator - the Cross-claw Lak Seacaller, and it has always only trusted its own judgment.

In the mind of the legendary murloc mage, he thought about a feasible plan to attack the White Castle.

First of all, the murlocs in White Scale City are no less than Naspra, and the White Dragon is also a mage dragon. Who knows how many magic traps it has set up in its own lair, just like myself.

To save others by himself, Cross-claw Lak felt a bit of a headache, but Baibao had to fight, otherwise, when he thought of the white dragon growing up, it would have trouble sleeping and eating.

Suddenly, Lak's heart tightened and he felt something.

"stop!"

After stopping the barking of his subordinates, Lak across the paws stood up, turned left and right all the way, and came to a dark secret room deep in Naspur.

In the center of the secret room is a red and black altar with a terrifying dragon statue placed on the altar.

Cross-claw Lak bent over and gave a mage salute to the statue.

"Envoy, I have completed the task you gave me. You can send someone to pick it up at any time."

In the darkness, a low and reverberating voice sounded: "You did a good job, but I didn't come for this."

Cross-claw Lak was very puzzled when he heard the words, waiting for the next sentence of the mysterious voice.

"I'm here to remind you that in the next period of time, all actions must be cautious and not show any clues, especially not to take revenge on the white dragon.

"

"Messenger! Why?!"

"Our preparations are about to be completed. At this time, we must avoid extracurricular problems. Once the attention of those guys is attracted and the master's plan fails, you are ready to face the master's anger!"

Cross-claw Lak thought of a certain terrifying existence, and his whole body trembled.

"As you wish."

...

Three months later, the white dragon's body had fully recovered, and it was lying on the crystal throne, thinking about the current situation.

For the past three months, everything in the sphere of influence of Baibao has been as usual, and the legendary murloc mage has not moved for a long time, which makes Bailong puzzled.

With the strength of the legendary mage, there is absolutely no reason to be afraid of Baibao. Since he has offended death, there is no need to take into account the Nine Eyes Alliance.

But due to the lack of information, even if Bai Long wanted to break his head, he couldn't think of a reason why the Seacaller wouldn't take revenge on Baibao.

"Gulgaru, what do you think?"

Because one of the two strong neighbors was exterminated by the murlocs, and the other soldier suffered heavy losses and his vitality was severely damaged, no one could threaten Bailey City. Therefore, the mercenary career of the White Castle Army came to an end. Ergaru also returned to Whitecastle.

"Master, I am also very puzzled, but no matter what the enemy is, as long as we are stronger than them, then we have nothing to fear."

The thoughtful Bai Long heard the words, his eyes lit up, and he thought about it.

"Well, what you said is very reasonable. I'm the one who's in the horns. Instead of guessing the enemy's thoughts out of thin air, it's better to develop your own strength. As long as you are strong, Baibao will not be afraid of any challenges."

With a decision in his heart, Amos stopped thinking wildly, stood up, and walked out of the hall, followed by the two-headed ogre chief.

Bai Long walked to the edge of the White Castle platform and looked down at the scenery below.

Worrying about the attack of the Seacaller, the White Dragon Lord ordered his followers to strengthen their vigilance.

In the forest, trolls with mace roamed back and forth, and gnolls with bows and crossbows hid in every corner.

On the moat, the fish people formed a team and patrolled back and forth, and it was unknown how many dark posts were hidden underwater.

In the residence of the family below the White Castle, elite ogres in full-body armor guard every intersection, and are alert to all disturbances around them.

But the most brutal is the caster team hidden inside the White Castle. The magic guide army with 30 high-level spellcasters as the core and 500 middle-level spellcasters as the main body is definitely the strongest force under the White Dragon.

In the face of such a large number of magic guides, even legendary mages have to weigh them.

Amos looked at the powerful guards of White Castle and felt very proud, because most of these professionals were cultivated by White Castle himself.

"Gulgaru, let me know, the alert level will be lowered by one level."

What Amos didn't know was that in the dark corner it couldn't see, a terrifying storm was brewing, and White Castle was just within the range of the storm.