Fishing in Troubled Waters

"Sigh, another boring day!"

As usual, murloc Moke put on his scale armor and held a bone spear that glowed with white light. He walked out of the camp and began to patrol according to the route.

As one of the tribe's guards, his job was to patrol every day. The content was simple, but in fact, the reward was not bad. If his father were not a first-circle murloc, he would not have been able to obtain it!

Looking at the familiar environment around him, he patrolled around in boredom, not feeling that there would be any problems.

The murloc tribe had occupied this area for decades and was a small force in the vicinity. No one dared to provoke them, except for those high-level magic beasts with low intelligence. However, they usually did not come here.

"Maybe I should go to the hunting squad and take a look." Moke's body was swimming in the water.

This job was too boring.

Why don't I take a break?