"Damn it, get out of my way, don't block my path,"
The Shahua Fishman Baron's strong and powerful four arms extended sharp claws, pushing away and tearing apart the Shahua Fishman Warriors in front of him.
His powerful weapon, enhanced with magic by the Shahua Fishman Priestess, could easily penetrate the four weapons of a young Giant Dragon, which he had already discarded, along with the treasures he had looted, just to slightly increase his speed of escape.
One by one, the Shahua Fishman Warriors did not die at the hands of the Dragons and their Beloveds but were killed by their own ruler. Any ordinary warrior standing in the Baron's way was torn in half by his own sovereign.
These ordinary Fishman Warriors fell one by one unguarded on the path of escape, their warm, fishy blood spilling across the shore. The looted gold coins, gemstones, and jewelry were soaked in blood, mixed with the fishy and salty sea breeze, creating a strange smell that spread across the vast coast.
