Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 121 Cleaning up the murlocs 1
After some impassioned speeches, they quickly got to the point. After discussing with the old mayor, the sheriff, and some adventurers who had experience in cleaning up murlocs, they quickly formulated a battle plan.

The plan was very simple. It was a seemingly stupid tactic to lure the enemy deep. Get a boatload of fish, throw it on the shore, find a way to let the murlocs find out, and leave the rest of the time to the adventurers and the guards of South Sea Town.

The people in the room were quite satisfied with the plan, they kept nodding, looked at Carl and rolled their eyes, and couldn't help complaining to Cowley beside him: "Is this also called a battle plan?"

Cowley was slowly arranging a dark dagger. The blade of the dagger was slightly rough and did not reflect a ray of light.

He stopped his hands, patted Carl on the shoulder, and Cowley comforted him: "Actually, it's not as bad as I imagined, and even if it fails, there is no loss. You can't lure murlocs, and you can eat fresh grilled fish." good."

Karl was quickly convinced. After all, the people of South Sea Town must have rich experience in cleaning up murlocs, so there was no reason to dig their own grave.

Soon, Sheriff Holland Kullman filled three carriages with all kinds of fish, and the adventurers set off one after another, following the guards and heading out of the town.

The system task also appeared at the right time. The trigger task: assist the sheriff of Nanhai Town to clean up the flooded murlocs, experience +200.

Total experience: 1082.

Recently, the presence of the Heart of Order system is relatively low. Karl currently has a comprehensive range of spells, and he can solve most problems without optimizing spells for the time being.

The lottery system has also been updated several times. Except for the first time, there is nothing that can attract Karl in the remaining few refreshes. Therefore, he did not waste the experience gained, and accumulated more than 1000 experience points up.

As an amphibious animal, murlocs are an uncivilized race. The way murlocs obtain food is relatively primitive, similar to the hunting race of trolls, but murlocs are more specific. Murlocs are a fisherman race.

Murlocs who cannot leave the water for a long time can only rely on fishing for a living. In layman's terms, they eat whatever they can catch.

The murloc's iconic "Wow, Ula, Wah, Wah, Wah, Wah, Wah, Wah, Wow" sound is still very pleasing.

But when a murloc stood in front of him, he couldn't feel its cuteness.

Protruding eyes, orange-yellow pupils, mucus-stained skin, short limbs, a huge head, mouthparts covered with sharp teeth, and a strange smell that is unique to fish creatures. A combination of rancid odors from food.

The murlocs have all kinds of weapons. The most sophisticated weapons of these little Ula-Ula monsters are all kinds of rusted iron tools found from sunken ships. Most of the weapons are simple stone tools, or even a handy wooden stick.

With the departure of the ocean currents, the evil-toothed murlocs living near Nanhai Town fell into an annual famine. They were not very intelligent and soon chose to target humans living by the sea. During this time, ten times have happened. Several murloc wounding incidents.

Sheriff Holland Kullman frowned. This was the most serious murloc wounding incident in his more than ten years as a sheriff. The number of people is directly proportional, which also means that the number of murlocs this year will exceed that of previous years.

"Sir, although the murlocs have some intelligence, most of them are terribly stupid. As long as the fishy smell is released, the murlocs will immediately swarm uncontrollably under the instinctive trend. We just need to ambush Here, it's enough to give these little monsters who like to squeal and scream a fatal blow."

"What I'm worried about is the number of murlocs. Although the fighting power of the murlocs on the ground is really not very good, even the old mayor can kill one." Holland Kuhlman glanced at the surrounding men, and everyone let out a sigh of understanding Laughter, continued: "Too many murlocs, even if we have rich experience, casualties will inevitably occur."

"I hope there won't be any casualties," Holland Kuhlman said blankly, staring at the adventurers ambushing in the distance, and then changed the subject, "It would be best if any casualties happened among those adventurers."

The sky over Nanhai Town is a bit dark, and large cumulonimbus clouds block the sun behind, indicating that the rainy season has not yet passed.

What caught the eye was the endless gray sea water, and the white waves came from the distance where the sea and the sky meet, and slapped on the shore, making a regular "crash, clatter" sound.

The beach was wet and muddy, and several sea creatures that had been washed ashore by the waves struggled in the sand.

At this time, the guards and adventurers cleaning up the murlocs were ambushing in the woods not far from the coast.

Soon several gray-green dots appeared where the sea and the sky meet, and came to the shore on the waves.

Following the smell of fish, a dozen murlocs quickly discovered all kinds of fish in the woods, including their favorite grouper.

Hunger drove these little monsters, waving the big stick in their hands and rushing over.

Sheriff Holland Kullman gave an order, and everyone rushed to end the battle quickly, and then began to quickly clean up the battlefield.

"Ouch!" Carol the dwarf threw a murloc into the bushes behind him, complaining non-stop, "Damn it! This is the most disgusting thing I've ever smelled!!"

Cowley and Black covered their noses, trying to avoid the murloc's poisonous gas attack.

Karl sat aside calmly, without even furrowing his eyebrows. He was rummaging through his pockets for something.

"I've smelled something a hundred times more disgusting than these," Carl said without stopping his hands and without raising his head.

"Is there anything more disgusting than this?" Cowley asked with a look of disgust.

"A Naga living in the sewage in Dalaran's sewer," Carl raised his head, showing an expression of unbearable memories, and said depressedly: "This Naga is still a spellcaster, and likes to throw sewage everywhere. "

Carl found a thick book with a black cover in his pocket - "The Encyclopedia of Languages ​​of the Racial Races of Lordaeron".

This was borrowed by Karl from the library of the Mage Association when he was leaving. It is inevitable that there will be language barriers when he ventures around. Although a language book cannot make Karl a language master, it can at least communicate effectively and reduce unnecessary conversations. trouble.

Soon, he found his target, Murloc.

These barking little monsters actually have their own language.

There was very little content, and Karl finished it quickly, and the result was boring. After several years of research on murlocs, the Dalaran Abnormal Biology Research Center found that murlocs seldom communicate with each other, and their intelligence does not allow it to do so. Anti murloc behavior.

The murloc's language is simple and monotonous, and the meanings expressed are very few, limited to: hungry, looking for food, following me for food, killing you, etc., a few words.

(End of this chapter)