Hogwarts Archmage

"Why didn't anyone call us!?" Dagon roared angrily, holding a steel fork.

The technology of the murlocs has developed rapidly. In just a few days, they have successfully developed a method of forging weapons underwater - countless craters are used in conjunction with the power within their bodies, which is really useful.

However, along with it, the inevitable emergence of class characteristics emerged. Some people wearing burqas made of water plants, such as priests or elders, looked at each other for a while, and finally a guy standing in the front row tentatively said: " My lord, otherwise...we can go out on our own?"

Dagon was silent.

After a long time, he said weakly: "If we go out without anyone calling us, we will end up losing more than we gain...Those who do not follow the rules will be punished."

"Rules?" The person at the front asked doubtfully: "What rules can restrain you? You are a god..."

"Shut up! You idiot."

Dagon glanced at this guy who was very good at flattering others, and said angrily: "Don't talk about me, those beings, even if they are father, should not easily violate their will."

When the father was mentioned, all the higher-ups of the murlocs present fell silent.

The current leader, Dagon, is not a stingy person or a so-called god. After improving himself, he quickly promoted the ranks of his former cronies.

The stronger these confidants become, the more they understand the gap between the Lord and the Father. It is not heaven and earth at all, but has reached an incomparable magnitude.

"Father...he..."

Dagon frowned: "Shut up."

He was a little unhappy.

In fact, even now that everyone knows that guy is a coward, there are still many people who still prefer their creator in their hearts. This is inevitable, especially those who were directly infected by his flesh and blood.

Their brains are not very good, but compared to ordinary fishmen, they are really strong enough. Only Dagon and a few cronies can suppress this group of crazy bloodthirsty people, but even so, this group of people is still vaguely aware of became another faction.

They do not believe in the Creator, but at the same time they do not believe in Dagon, and most importantly, this dangerous idea is slowly but surely seeping into other fishmen.

It's not that these people don't listen to Dagon, they just don't believe in him. In their eyes, Dagon is still the leader, but he is not a god, just a relatively strong man.

Dagon is not a natural god like the creator. He needs nothing. He needs faith to maintain his status quo and improve himself. But at the same time, because of the kidnapping of faith, he cannot kill these guys who are also fish-men. .

So he could only work hard to give birth to a new race, but this must be a long process, and Dagon didn't even know if he would survive until that time.

And when there is no time...he can only find another way.

"Kangwen, have you found the location of your father?"

The flattering murloc standing in the front row took a step forward and said with some hesitation: "I found it, but... do you really want to do this? This is very dangerous... maybe you can wait, murlocs reproduce very quickly..."

"I have no choice."

Dagon frowned: "Only my father's flesh and blood can quickly increase my rank again. We don't have time to waste. I don't even know which war my life will disappear in the near future... Tell me, he Where?"

Kang Wen nodded his head, and a coordinate was transmitted to Dagon's mind: "It's on this flat seabed, but he seems a little uncomfortable recently. I don't know why."

"Why else?"

Dagon sneered and guessed: "A strong man like my father does not need faith, but faith is like a delicious poison. He will not feel too comfortable if he leaves suddenly, right?"

"In short... we need a comprehensive plan. It's best to steal it directly instead of asking for it. We don't know the current status of our father..."

In the rough hall that revealed a bit of artistic sense, waves of low-pitched discussions began.

And their father...

It's a struggle at this time.

"smell good…"

The fat boy with green skin rolled on the ground and muttered a little aggrievedly: "Why do we have to do this kind of thing on this planet? Those guys are hanging above our heads... I really want to eat... I really want to make more So much chaos...I really want to kill more lives..."

He didn't know which channel he spoke out and spoke more and more radically. As he spoke, he shook his head vigorously: "No, no, you will die if you go out..."

Fatty muttered a few more words to help himself regain some sense. Then he was cruel and picked up two huge rocks like hills and stuffed them in his nose, but it was of no great use. There are just too many noses...

And even if it was all blocked, his skin could still smell the chaos and blood.

After struggling for a long time, night fell outside, and all the gangs fell asleep in the second half of the night, and the smell finally dissipated a little.

And Fatty finally felt a little more relaxed.

He struggled to turn over, pulled out his head that had been stuck in the ground, and lay on his back breathing heavily.

"There are so many people...I almost couldn't hold it back..."

Less than a kilometer away from him, dozens of sneaky guys were hiding behind a rock. They had been here for a long time, watching him roll and struggle, and even completed their own in the process. The goal - to get some of my father's flesh and blood. Although they fell off when the fat boy struggled, but no matter what, the task was finally completed.

The reason why they are still here is purely because their father makes too much noise and they dare not move...

If he were to turn over and get on top of her, it would be all over.

Seeing that everything calmed down and the seabed became stable again, they walked out from behind the reef and planned to leave here with the help of countless aquatic plants and corals.

But before they could take a few steps, they discovered something horrifying.

The Father who is supposed to be behind them appears before them no matter which direction they go.

Was discovered.

They threw down the packages in their hands and knelt on the ground in panic. They kept kneeling at a loss, praying in their hearts that the Father would let them go.

A pair of blood-red eyes got closer and closer, and appeared in front of them.

They were so frightened that they stopped all their movements and stared blankly at the pair of eyes that were far redder than before, even glowing red, and felt a little strange.

"I'm hungry."

The leader let out a sigh of relief: "We will hunt for you right away..."

He shook his head: "I can't wait any longer."

"can not wait anymore?"

The leader was stunned for a moment, and then thought of a very scary possibility, his dark skin began to tremble: "Father...we are yours..."

"You are nothing."