Chapter 155: Murloc Castle
The red glow pierced through the misty water vapor, outlining a rainbow of colors.
A gentle breeze blew, dispersing the bright light.
Only a faint mist remained, lingering in solitude.
The patrolling soldiers stared longingly into the fog.
The figure they were waiting for still had not appeared.
Bored, they glanced at the constantly howling murlocs, too tired to deal with them anymore.
At that moment, a deafening roar came from above.
The soldiers heard the familiar sound and their faces lit up with joy, shouting:
"It's Lord Yaya!"
"The Lord must have sent someone."
"Hmph, the village chief of Field said so this morning, but you didn't believe him. Now you know you were wrong, huh?"
"Heh heh, finally someone came to help us deal with these murlocs."
"Hey, don't get too cocky. Get ready for battle; we still need to open the gate to assist them."
"..."
A dull sound echoed through the air as Yaya's silver-white figure gracefully landed on the wall, letting out a long howl.
Without any high-ranking murlocs in charge, the murloc horde, terrified by the dragon's might, collapsed to the ground in fear before scattering in all directions, leaving only footprints in the muddy ground.
Finding it boring, Yaya flapped her wings and soared back into the sky under the soldiers' admiring gazes.
Not long after, a clear cry echoed from the distance.
The village chief of Field, who stood atop the camp, signaled for the horn to be blown, his brows showing a hint of tension.
The murloc camp in the swamp had already attracted an attack from thousands of murlocs. Would Bay Town, situated by the Silvermoon River, face even greater danger?
Fortunately, people from Bay Town had arrived, which meant there should be no danger.
Half an hour later.
The village chief of Field heard Beelzebub say.
Bay Town had been attacked by tens of thousands of murlocs, but under the Lord's command, they were easily dealt with, prompting him to sincerely exclaim:
"Thank goodness the Lord is here, or we'd be in big trouble!"
Recalling the agony of being hit by a "Mind Storm," Beelzebub instinctively rubbed his head and nodded in agreement, saying:
"That's right. If it weren't for the Lord's foresight in spending a great deal to build the walls, the town would have suffered heavy losses."
If Beelzebub hadn't brought it up, the village chief of Field wouldn't have realized. After a few clicks of astonishment, he curiously asked:
"Why did the Lord send the Arcanist back to the murloc camp? What's the purpose?"
Before Beelzebub could answer, Matthew, who was slowly approaching, said aloud:
"Gather everyone in the camp. Every single person should know the Lord's orders."
"Knight Angela, you will now announce the Lord's orders!"
The village chief of Field was slightly startled. He held deep respect for this mysterious Arcanist who had suddenly arrived in the territory.
It wasn't just because of his power, but also his mystery!
Endless "Fireball" spells!
Swift casting of various spells with just a wave of his hand!
An unfathomable and overwhelming presence!
All of this made the village chief of Field extremely curious.
Angela nodded. Regarding the Lord's arrangements to conceal "his" identity, she would only fully cooperate.
Once everyone, including the construction team, had gathered, Angela loudly announced:
"According to the Lord's information, a sizable underground ruin has been discovered in the area near the murloc camp."
"In the near future, many adventurers will come to explore this underground ruin."
"The purpose of our murloc camp is to provide convenience for these adventurers, assisting them in better exploring the ruins."
"Of course, during this period, we must maintain order and ensure that the Lord's will and laws are effectively enforced."
"Our first task is to quickly transform the murloc camp into a Murloc Castle!"
Angela's clear voice echoed through the entire camp, bringing unexpected excitement to all the soldiers and construction workers.
It turned out that the Lord had sent them here not just to stand guard but had entrusted them with a more important mission.
Seeing that no one seemed to object, Angela continued with momentum:
"Everyone's hard work will naturally be rewarded."
"Every soldier will receive a daily subsidy of two silver coins, and the construction workers will receive a daily subsidy of one silver coin."
Upon hearing this, the already motivated crowd became even more enthusiastic.
The Lord certainly hadn't forgotten them!
As night fell.
The construction workers did not rest. They seized the last moments to conduct measurements.
They needed to make further modifications and adjustments to the construction plan.
The soldiers rotated their shifts and rested to ensure maximum stamina and combat strength.
Angela led patrols throughout the camp, checking and reinforcing any potential weaknesses in the defenses.
After a busy day in the laboratory, Matthew projected his consciousness over, ready to relax and at the same time search for the general location of the ruins.
After all, the sooner the ruins were discovered, the quicker his plans for making money and development could proceed.
Yaya, who had been snoring for half the day, perked up, ready for adventure.
This little creature had become increasingly fond of controlling her illusion clones for combat and exploration.
After confirming that most of the work in the camp was progressing steadily, Matthew delegated authority to Angela.
Under her curious gaze, Matthew climbed onto Yaya's slightly larger back and together they flew into the sky.
Watching their departing figures, Angela took a deep breath and began training, preparing to make up for the time lost during the journey.
Despite having many flying experiences, the more authentic feeling still made Matthew marvel:
"Only in games do they care about balance and completeness. In the real world, flying requires so many considerations."
The howling winds, the ever-lowering temperature as they ascended, the narrowing view as their speed increased.
After experiencing it firsthand, Matthew concluded that unless one's strength was sufficient, it was better not to attempt flying too often.
The higher you fly, the harder you fall!
After casting a mana shield on himself and fine-tuning the sensitivity, Matthew finally withstood the blowing wind and shifted his focus to the misty swamp below.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that he could see nothing below!
So, Matthew simply closed his eyes and began honing his perception.
There was nothing else to do!