Amos raised his head when he heard the words, and found that the sea in front of him was dyed in an abnormal light red.
Blood?!
The two white dragons flapped their wings, separated from the murloc army, and flew to the strange sea. The white dragon smelled a bloody smell from a long distance away and confirmed that it was the blood that dyed the red waves.
Amos descended from the flying height and closely observed the sea.
Felicia sniffed, "This smell! Murlocs?!"
Amos looked solemn, and said, "The blood is mixed with a faint fishy smell, yes! It's murlocs!"
Felicia took a deep breath and said, "Blood enough to dye such a large area red! How many murlocs died?"
The two white dragons raised their heads and looked up, the sea in front was stained red with blood, and the faint bloody waves could be seen at a glance, exuding a bloody stench, filled with indescribable strangeness and horror. If a timid person saw this scene, he absolutely wouldn't be able to sleep at night.
Amos closed his eyes as if he heard the weeping of the dead, they were crying about the executioner's atrocities.
Who is it? Who did it? I'll kill them!
El Bloodwave!
Faced with such a scene, Amos thought of the legendary name, but soon, he rejected his guess, as even with the strength of the legendary strength of El Bloodwave, he could not slaughter so many murlocs in the sea.
Although the legendary melee professional had outstanding combat power, if he did not escape, he could drown or die from exhaustion with 50,000 murlocs.
Besides, why should the murlocs clash with him? Couldn't they have dove in and escaped if they couldn't beat them!
As far as Amos knew, the only one nearby that had the strength to do this was probably the only Sea Giant tribe that had been existing for tens of thousands of years.
But why would they do this? Is it just because they were worried that the murlocs will expose their whereabouts?
Amos was not a god, he couldn't know.
However, Amos had a hunch that this trip to the Heishen tribe would probably lead to nothing, but he was already here, so there was no reason to retreat.
After a while, Old Blind waited for the murloc army to rush over, and the murlocs who were more sensitive to the blood of their compatriots than the white dragon made their way.
"This! This is!"
The people whispered to each other, and the army rioted.
The White Dragon Lord slowly lifted off, "Quiet!"
The murlocs heard Amos's voice and quietened, looking up at the white dragon in the sky.
Amos pointed to the sea of blood, "Although I don't know what's going on, we can't back down because of this. The whole army should remain vigilant and move on."
The murlocs meticulously implemented their master's order, and the marching horn sounded again.
The murlocs drove their mounts into the red sea. The mounts and pets felt the bloody breath and became very excited. The murlocs quickly calmed them down.
Soon, under the comfort of the murloc tide hunters, the battle pets calmed down again, and the team marched silently into the sea of blood.
Amos withdrew from the state of contemplation and broke the calm by speaking.
"Old Blind! Send out scouts to find out whether the recorded murloc tribe is still around."
"Yes!"
The White Dragon Lord's orders were passed down layer by layer, and murlocs continued to ride the fastest swordfish, leaving the team to perform tasks, and murlocs continued to return.
Along the way, the feedback from the scouts made Amos more solemn. The murloc tribe originally recorded on the White Scale island's exploration map all disappeared into thin air.
Amos looked at the sea of blood below, and these missing murlocs might have faced even terrible fates.
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In the evening, the setting sun on the horizon was as if it had turned a shade of red, and the army of White Scale City had drawn a solitary mark on the sea of blood.
The white dragon in the sky looked around but did not find any birds or fish, as if these natural animals also felt a strange atmosphere and hid.
After several hours of long journey, the White Scale City army was finally about to reach the Heishui tribe.
Now that the Heishui tribe had appeared at the end of the dragons' field of vision, Amos and Felicia couldn't wait to leave the team and fly to the Heishui tribe to find the answer.
In the sky, Amos saw the tragedy of the Heishui tribe and was silent.
Compared with the White Scale City, which was dominated by the will of the White Dragon Lord, the Heishui tribe was more like a traditional murloc city.
This large-scale murloc settlement was established in a shallow area. The fish craftsmen used logs as the foundation to build dense thatched murloc huts of various sizes on the sea. The eaves of the huts were tied with twine ropes. Decorative objects such as conches and shells were hit by the sea waves, making a crisp sound like a wind chime.
But the original sweet and crisp sound, in this case, was like the sound of a grieving ghost.
The Heishui tribe was densely packed with murloc corpses. The corpses were distributed in a circular shape. The more to the centre, the higher the pile of corpses. The most central part even exceeded the roofs of the hut, and blood flowed from the wounds of at least 200,000 corpses. The seawater was mixed into viscous blood plasma, which continued to spread to the surrounding sea.
Felicia flew around the corpse pile, "There is still an altar and residual divine power in the centre. This is a sacrificial ceremony! "
Only then did Amos discover that there was a broken altar in the centre of the corpses. The conductors acted in a hurry and only ruined the altar that had lost its use. They didn't even cover the footprints around the altar or were too lazy to cover them.
Felicia said, "It's the Sea Giants!"
Amos nodded silently, his gaze fell on the edge of the Heishui tribe to observe a corpse.
"These deaths occurred no more than three days back. It took us almost a day and a half, but we were attacked by the Sea Giants the other day. It seems that when you stole the statue, the Seas Giants had already prepared for the ceremony. "
The White Dragon Lord felt conflicted, the enemy was more decisive and cruel than he imagined.
After waiting for a while, the murloc army arrived.
"Old Blind! Look for any clues."
Even if he knew that the hope was slim, Amos couldn't help but try to see if the enemy had left any valuable clues.
Felicia added, "If there is no clue, just take the valuables away. We can't come here in vain."
"Yes!"
Old Blind quickly reacted, facing the stunned murloc army, he waved, "Search for anything abnormal!"
Soon, the murloc army dispersed, and Old Blind jumped over the corpse pile with some of his subordinates and ran towards the centre of the Heishui tribe. The murloc huts in that area were much larger than those in other places, and he knew at a glance, it was the residence of Heishui nobles.
After a long while, Old Blind came back with a shell in his hand. The shell was filled with magical pearls. Old Blind handed the pearls in without any words and stood aside.
Amos looked up at the dim sky, "Let's go! This matter is beyond our ability."
Old Blind was about to ask the murlocs to retreat when suddenly, the surrounding pets started creating a commotion.
Amos flew into the sky instantly, "Who!"
A black scale murloc emerged from the battle pet group. The murloc took the initiative to surface and stroked his chest with one hand, "White Scale City Night Watchman—Fesse Darkscale, I greet master!"