Amos cast a lie detection spell, "You are the Night Watchman of White Scale City? Then why are you here?"
The Night Watchman was a special subordinate organization of the White Scale City's Defense Department, which was responsible for the city's defense and patrol work of White Scale City at night. This unit was not on the list of expeditions.
"Reporting back to master, when I found the attacker, I raised the alarm, and fled into the sewer. Due to the barrier of the sewer fence in the inner city of White Scale, I could only swim along the sewer to the sea. I planned to make a circle from the sea and return to the White Scale City. It turned out that the enemy army attacked White Scale City, and I mixed into the enemies team ... Only until now have I found a chance to leave. I wondered if the master had come to the Heishui tribe to take revenge, so I came here."
There was no response when he detected the lie, and Amos was overjoyed, "You mean you followed the Heishu tribe until you reached the Sea Giant's lair?!"
The murloc nodded, "Yes! Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I'm sure that the Sea Giants' nest is under the trench."
There was still no response to the detection of lies. Although the magic and props to avoid detection of lies were available, they would never appear on a beginner's murloc. Amos did not believe that an intermediate murloc had the ability to deceive him.
"Good! The first to find the intruder, and sound the alarm, and have the courage to find the Sea Giant's nest, you have done a great job!"
The murloc's eyes showed fanatical worship, "It is my honor to be able to work for the master."
Amos nodded his head in appreciation, took out a scale, in front of the murloc army, transformed the murloc into a halfling. If there was a mistake, he would be punished, but if not, he'd be rewarded.
Amos looked at the murloc, who gritted his teeth and persisted, never moaning in pain, even though he was trembling.
The transformation strengthened all the cells inside and outside the body. This kind of visceral pain was not something ordinary people could bear.
This murloc had a firm mind, cautious in doing things. He could actually speculate that he would come to the Heishui tribe to retaliate. He came to provide important information. Although his strength was not worth mentioning for the time being, as long as he had enough resources, strength could be gained with time.
The White Dragon Lord brought in the leader of the Night Crawlers, "Buggy Darkscale, this murloc will be handed over to you."
"Yes! I shall train him well."
Old Jimmy standing on the side could see that Bucky Darkscale was also a valued descendant of the Darkscale clan, and muttered in a low voice, "Good luck boy."
After waiting for the murloc to adapt to the power, Amos handed it a map, "Fesse Darkscale, mark the specific location of the trench."
"I'll follow your will!"
Murloc Fesse took the map and drew a small circle on the map according to the location of the island, "That trench is located in the deep sea, it is very large and wide, and you can find it from far away."
Amos took the map, "Well, you temporarily follow the mage team and are responsible for protecting the safety of the caster."
"Yes!"
After Fesse gave a salute, he walked to the mage team.
The White Dragon Lord looked at the small circle on the map with scrutiny, he was not in a hurry.
"Bucky Darkscale, you personally lead the team to explore it, remember, you must not startle the snake [must not alert them]."
"Your will is my order."
Bucky Darkscale bowed back and took the elite murloc nightcrawlers to perform the task dispatched by the white dragon.
Amos looked at the pale corpses of the murlocs, frowned, then gazed at the map, and pointed to an island not far from the tribe of sea giants, "Old Blind, lets change locations to a clean place to rest."
A few hours later, two white dragons lay down on the shallow sea area on the island to rest, while the fishermen ate the fished fish on the beach under the moonlight.
The dragon was a higher existence creature, as long as one ate a full meal, it could live without food for several months. Unlike murlocs, who must eat at least two meals a day, and even eat three or four meals when they are tired.
Therefore, taking advantage of the rare free time, the murloc warriors ate the special dry food of White Scale City—dried salted fish. After eating, they found a comfortable beach to lie down to rest and recharge for the upcoming battle.
Suddenly, the sound of water could be heard, and the half-sleeping soldiers on the beach sat up in shock, flicking their weapons around, and the fishmen took a look at it. They turned out to be the companions of the Nightcrawlers. They lay down and rested.
Amos looked at Bucky Darkscale, who was rushing towards him while stepping on the waves, he became solemn looking at the charging murloc. What made the calm assassin leader so anxious.
Bucky Darkscale ran up to the White Dragon Lord, without even the usual greetings: "Master, the trench is shrouded in gray magic, and there are bright lights. We can't detect the specific situation inside, but I feel terrifying elemental fluctuations, you should go and see for yourself."
White dragon stood up immediately, "Old Blind! Get ready to go to war!"
Amos blessed himself with invisibility, grabbed Bucky Darkscale and flew into the sky. Under the guidance of the guide, he rushed to the specific location of the trench.
Amos slowly dipped into the sea water carefully and slowly, his dragon's tail swayed, pushing his body to dive to the bottom of the sea.
After descending for several kilometers, Amos came to the edge of the trench. The trench was 500 meters wide. The terrain on both sides of the trench was rough. In general, one could see at a glance that it was not formed naturally.
Amos didn't care. The damage caused by the war tens of thousands of years ago was more serious than this.
The white dragon stretched his head towards the edge of the trench and saw the scene described by Bucky Darkscale. The gray magical energy enveloped the bottom of the trench, flowing like a thick fog. The fog gleamed, shining bright on both sides of the trench, like lightning during the rain at night.
Amos was a mage professional who was about to enter the master realm. The terrifying magical energy at the bottom of the trench made the white dragon feel intimidated. It was not a movement that could be created by a master realm powerhouse.
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Although I don't know what these Sea Giants are doing, it is definitely not a good thing for white dragons.
The White Dragon Lord's face was solemn, and he spoke with spiritual power, "Bucky Darkscale, stop Old Blind from moving forward and keep a safe distance. I will check the situation first."
Bucky Darkscale nodded, and sneaked away quietly.
Amos took a deep breath, and vigilantly avoided the alarm spells set by the Sea Giant, and dived down the trench.
In a flash, the white dragon stopped in front of the magic fog. This kind of magic fog was not in Amos's ancient inheritance, so he didn't know if the thick fog had an early warning function, but he had his own way.
"Scan!"
[Name]: Sinking in the Mist
[Introduction]: A master-level strategic auxiliary magic invented by a certain demon mage in hell. It can isolate magical movements below the legendary level and cover up magic fluctuations. The weak intruders will lose their way if they try to break through it.