Reforged Chapter 57: I Heard There Are Monsters to Farm Here?

As another dawn broke, the vast ocean shimmered with an azure hue. However, upon closer inspection, one would notice countless strange figures swimming rapidly in the crystal-clear shallow waters.

Like the migratory schools of fish that congregate at the convergence of cold and warm currents, innumerable murlocs, the size of pushcarts, led the charge towards a small bay in the northern part of Westfall.

The bay was small, shaped like a crescent moon with a narrow entrance about 60 meters wide. Once inside, the water was no deeper than two meters. If it weren't for the unsightly murloc huts littering the sandy beach, this place might have been a perfect seaside resort.

The enormous murloc swarm, like a dark tide, surged at the mouth of the bay, staining the surrounding waters.

At the entrance of the bay, a male naga swam in, his massive serpentine tail undulating through the waves, supporting his muscular upper body above the water.

Brandishing his trident, the robust male naga with grey scales spoke arrogantly, "In the name of our shared allegiance to Queen Azshara, hand over the younglings and the human who killed our chief warrior. The Greyscale Clan will give you a chance to surrender and lay down your weapons!"

"This area now belongs to the 'Hundred-Handed Death Reaper Gajah'. If the Greyscale Clan doesn't want to face extinction, leave," Valla raised her scepter and yelled back.

The male naga displayed a mocking expression, shook his head as if he knew this would be the response, and disappeared beneath the water.

"Is that human truly reliable?" the one-eyed male naga beside Valla couldn't help but ask.

"No, I'm just tired of running and don't want to surrender," Valla turned her head, gazed at her most loyal subordinate with her teal eyes, and glanced at the newly built nest, "Ganard, if the battle turns against us, take them and leave. They are our last hope."

Ganard, the addressed male naga, seemed reluctant but ultimately nodded heavily, "Understood."

From afar, a boiling sound echoed across the ocean's surface, like the rapid approach of boiling water. In a matter of moments, the murloc army had reached the edge of the beach with the black tide staining the mouth of the bay.

The overwhelming force was like a massive wave crashing on the shore, utterly terrifying.

Unfortunately, the frightening tidal wave only carried momentum.

"Throw the axes!"

Over a thousand crude short axes flew from the high ground near the shore, spinning wonderfully like a sudden downpour, and instantly extinguishing the morale of the attacking murlocs.

These were the Skinning Battle Axes, crafted from the blueprint Duke obtained from Hogger.

They were the simplest of axes, consisting of a sharp stone tied to a wooden stick with a thick rope.

For humans, unless they were primitives, no one would use such a crude battle-axe. But for the slightly dimwitted murlocs, this was the best throwing weapon.

The unexpected ranged attack easily crushed the morale of the attacking murlocs, and they turned to flee even faster than they had arrived. Chaos ensued.

Seizing this opportunity, Valla raised her scepter, and all the defending murlocs jumped into the sea, fighting fiercely against those who tried to escape.

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"If a skilled commander and disciplined soldiers were in the mix, perhaps they could take advantage of the terrain to repeatedly wear down the opposing forces, but the murlocs... well, that's just how dim-witted they are.

In any case, there would be some results from one side fleeing and the other chasing.

However, the situation took a turn for the worse for the Wrathscale tribe when the Greyscale clan escalated the conflict, sending a large number of male naga into the fray.

Male naga have a towering stature comparable to trolls, standing over two meters tall even on land. It would take three to five Stormwind soldiers to handle one of them. In aquatic environments, they are masters of hand-to-hand combat.

Wielding massive tridents, they cut through the advancing Wrathscale murlocs like slicing through melons.

After a few skirmishes, the murlocs could only resort to using skinning battleaxes and Frostbolt spells from the murloc seers for ranged attacks.

But the effects were minimal.

As aquatic species themselves, male naga possess excellent resistance to frost magic and are covered in extremely thick scales. Wrapped around their explosive muscles are fish scales that rival armor plating.

The murloc attacks barely left a scratch on them.

At this point, a female naga with grey scales appeared in the bay.

"Vara—I give you one last chance to kneel before my tail. A naga priestess with the ability to cast spells should not die so easily."

"I refuse—"

"Then die! I will find your young females and teach them properly. Hahaha!" Naga society is matriarchal, with spellcasting females ruling. The strength of a naga clan is often measured not by the number of members or slave races, but by the number of spellcasting female naga.

When a clan lacks enough females, they expand and survive by abducting young females from other clans and raising them as their own.

"Come!" Vara's snake-like hair flared in anger. One pair of arms gripped a scepter, while the other two pairs swiftly drew four shimmering, razor-sharp curved blades from scabbards at her waist.

These were exquisite weapons that should not belong to a naga. The chilling blade light reflected in the sparkling waves, causing the Greyscale warriors to hesitate.

These were—priceless killing tools from Ironforge dwarf master craftsmen!

By the time Duke arrived, the battle had reached its most intense stage. More than half of the Greyscale clan had stormed the beach. On the beach, Vara was surrounded by dozens of male naga.

At almost every moment, more than ten tridents slashed towards Vara, but she used the minute gaps in the male naga's movements to counterattack ferociously.

At the brink of being struck, Vara's slender upper body swayed rapidly like a spinning top, supported by her serpentine lower half, narrowly dodging one lethal attack after another. Her scepter continuously unleashed chilling Frostbolt spells, knocking down one male naga after another.

The fierce curved blades cast a continuous light, severing one thick arm after another.

Her movements were so fast that they even left faint afterimages!

She was so fierce, yet she still couldn't prevent the balance of victory from tipping in favor of the Greyscale clan. That's because their priestess had yet to make her move.

At this moment, a clear male voice suddenly rang out from the mouth of the bay.

"I heard there are mobs to grind here?"