Chapter 151: Defeating the Murloc Tidecaller
The murloc chaos did not escape the eyes of the Murloc Tidecaller.
This high-level murloc, hidden in the Silvermoon River, anxiously watched the scene before it.
It opened its mouth to shout loudly, but the distant murlocs showed no signs of improvement.
It could only command a large group of elite murlocs nearby to charge into the fray, attempting to restore order and assert its authority through violence.
Unfortunately, it failed!
The habit of obedience could not overcome their instinctual "love" for flesh.
Seeing that most of the murlocs were infected, and with its own limited intelligence, the Murloc Tidecaller decided to make one last attempt.
A dazzling red "Bloodlust" aura spread out in all directions.
However, this aura did not increase intelligence or willpower!
As a result, the once-powerful buff was completely useless in dispelling the murlocs' confusion and instead revealed the Tidecaller's position.
Waiting by the Silvermoon River, Matthew saw the Murloc Tidecaller immediately through Yaya's enhanced vision.
He also obtained some of its information.
Aside from being a Level 13 Murloc Tidecaller...
It was surrounded by four Level 8-10 murloc diviners.
Alongside them were more than 20 Murloc Warriors, each of whom possessed the strength of a mid-tier warrior.
This was the core force controlling tens of thousands of murlocs—if they were defeated, the naturally chaotic murlocs would quickly fall apart.
Murlocs shared a trait with kobolds and goblins.
The more they gathered, the higher the chance of a stronger murloc emerging.
If this Murloc Tidecaller continued to survive...
It could use the ongoing unrest to bring tens of thousands of murlocs under its command.
There was a high probability it could further advance its power level!
"It won't have that chance!"
Matthew's gaze was filled with calm killing intent.
He recalled that the murloc unrest usually lasted only about half a month, and with Bay Territory's reserves, they could easily endure it.
But retreating into defense was never Matthew's way.
As a newly-established territory, the most important thing was to show determination and courage in expansion.
Only then could a healthy, forward-looking culture be fostered, producing a people with the spirit of exploration.
Anyone who dared to hinder Bay Territory's progress would be dealt with by Matthew without hesitation.
More importantly, during this murloc unrest, something significant was happening in the Misty Marshes.
Matthew didn't want to miss it—this was something he had been planning for a long time.
Following Matthew's order to attack, Yaya swooped down from the sky without a sound.
She wasn't noticed by the murlocs until she was right by the shallow banks of the Silvermoon River.
"Gurgle..."
"Wah!"
"Ooh..."
Strange cries echoed all around.
The Murloc Tidecaller sensed danger, but before it could react, a gray beam of light shot down.
The Murloc Tidecaller screeched, grabbing a nearby murloc diviner and throwing it into the path of the beam.
The struck murloc diviner vanished into the ether before it even knew what had happened.
The beam, undeterred, hit another murloc diviner, taking it into the space between time!
The attacked Murloc Tidecaller's first instinct was to flee, turning to run as it sought protection from the Murloc Warriors and dove toward the depths of the Silvermoon River.
"Boom!"
Yaya's body crashed into the water, sending shockwaves that threw the surrounding water into chaos.
Before the water could settle, Yaya had already darted ahead, blocking the Murloc Tidecaller's escape, slashing at it with her claws.
Wham!
One of Yaya's claws tore into a strong Murloc Warrior, ripping open a gaping wound in its chest.
But the murloc didn't even notice, continuing to screech and charge forward.
Behind it, the Murloc Tidecaller had just lowered its ebony staff.
The Murloc Warriors around it became enraged, ignoring Yaya's dragon aura and charging with reckless abandon.
Seeing the warriors willingly sacrificing themselves to occupy Yaya, the Murloc Tidecaller continued casting spells.
It skillfully cast a series of escape spells on itself: "Water Walk," "Haste," "Water Elemental Affinity," "Strength Burst," and more.
The Murloc Tidecaller had used these escape tactics to evade many deadly threats, managing to survive long enough to dominate this stretch of the river.
If Yaya were the only attacker, the Tidecaller might have indeed escaped.
A bright white light suddenly descended onto the river's surface, spreading freezing energy in all directions.
Matthew had used his last high-level spell scroll: Seventh-Tier Spell - Ice Prison.
Crack!
Solid pillars of frost immediately encased the Murloc Tidecaller and two nearby murloc diviners.
No matter how hard they struggled, attacked, or cast spells, the ice remained unshaken, unaffected by their efforts.
With Matthew taking action, the rest of the Special Task Force launched their own swift attacks.
Beelzebub, wielding dual axes, leveraged his extraordinary strength of 28 to unleash terrifying blows.
He charged into the murloc ranks with incredible speed, crashing through like a hammer.
The weak and fragile murlocs couldn't withstand his assault.
They were either cleaved in two by his axes or crushed into pulp by his heavy armor.
The elite murlocs surrounding the Tidecaller bravely charged at Beelzebub, trying to stall him before their leader fell.
When Beelzebub's charge began to slow...
Elio, wielding twin blades, spun like a whirlwind, slicing through the murlocs and unleashing another wave of carnage.
This time, Matthew cast several enhancement spells on Elio and added a mana shield around her.
With magical defenses bolstering her, Elio fearlessly pressed the attack, feeling a surge of excitement.
Elio's death whirlwind lasted about 20 seconds before she began to tire.
Beelzebub, recharged and roaring, took her place at the front, resuming his role as the vanguard.
In just a minute...
The remaining murlocs were slaughtered under the alternating onslaught of Beelzebub and Elio!
The group reached the Murloc Tidecaller as the ice prison shattered.
Stripped of its escape options, the Murloc Tidecaller did not flee in desperation or terror—it assumed a combat stance instead.
Interesting!