"These Kuotuo Murlocs are so stupid, they follow whoever feeds them."
Atop the broken sailboat, a harsh, unpleasant voice was heard, like a dying insect wailing.
Yet the person's tone was so casual, as though he was discussing something trivial.
Amberser paid no mind to the Kuotuo Murlocs, instead carefully observing the dilapidated sailboat. It seemed to be the most common kind of three-masted vessel, with a ship's figurehead resembling a rusted swordfish iron statue.
The body of the sailboat had several large holes, overgrown with barnacles and moss, looking like it shouldn't be resting at the shore, but deeply buried under the sea.
One fishfolk carrying a harpoon, its body half-rotten, sat at the prow. The words just now presumably came from this fish creature.
"Sahara Murloc... Zombie?"
