Ch. 81 - Breaking the Mist

“Prophet, how long will it take now?"

"The sacrifices are not enough! It will take another eight hours for the statues of the ancestors to gather the energy to open the passage!"

The Sea Giants’ chief remained silent, it was beyond his imagination.

"Child, let's pray."

Upon hearing this, the Sea Giants’ leader also joined in the prayers with the tribe members to give the statue the power of faith, offering a bit of energy was better than nothing at all.

…

On the other side, Felicia lay depressed on her back on the sea and chatted with her brother: "Amos, what do you think those Sea Giants do for magic rituals?"

Amos, who was burying his head in the sea in boredom, blew air bubbles from his nostrils, hearing his sister's unnourished question he raised his head: "I took a quick look and saw them praying around the altar, and there was a prophet presiding."

Felicia: "Emmm ..., that’s too vague, but it’s true, the magic rituals under the sky all look similar."

Amos: "However, the source of the magic ritual's energy is the statue you captured last time. Do you have any thoughts on the mysterious energy on it?"

Upon hearing this, she wondered: "I’ve never seen this kind of energy, but it seems to have the power of faith, but it is not clear. Strangely, there was still something in the sky that hadn't been recorded in the Legacy."

Amos held his chin: "It should be mixed energy. Using the power of faith as the adhesive, combine various energies in different proportions to form strange energies with different effects ..."

Felicia was taken aback and asked suspiciously: "It's the power of faith! But, Amos, how do you know the knowledge of faith that even I, a real priest, don't know about it?"

"You know, the wizards are always very knowledgeable," said Amos in an obscure voice.

Amos didn't tell his sister that this was in the inheritance. It wasn't that he didn't trust their siblings, but that it was no good for them to know this. Moreover, the fewer people knew about this, the better.

Amos quickly changed the subject: "Do you think Elena can find reinforcements?"

Instead of delving into the last question, Felicia let out a yawn, turned over, and rested her chin on the sea surface.

"Who knows, although she doesn't usually pay attention, she is still quite reliable when it comes down to business."

Amos was about to open his mouth when he got a message from Willy. It was very short, but it conveyed an important message that they were on their way with reinforcements.

Amos looked up at Felicia, who had also received the message, and they both looked at each other and nodded.

"All troops prepare!"

Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!

The trumpet of the expedition sounded again.

"Rally!"

"Find your position and line up!"

A Murloc sergeant noticed an average soldier, who still feeding his beloved mount at the last moment and yelled: "Soldier! Hurry back to the team!"

Murlocs quickly gathered their forces.

The White Dragon Lord flew into the sky and looked at the neatly lined up Murloc army: "Let’s Go!"

The faint clouds covered the bright moon in the sky, and the hazy moonlight lit on the sea, illuminating the arc-shaped watermarks drawn by the army like a dream.

Within twenty minutes, the army came to the location of the underwater trench. The Murlocs encircled the place, while the white dragons were in the centre, protecting them. Various sea beasts roamed the surrounding waters.

Amos looked into the trench through the twinkling light of the magic mist. The magic ritual was still going on, it seemed that the Sea Giants didn't plan to come out to receive guests.

"Old Blind, let the tide hunters command the Eighth Snapping Turtle Legion to clear the way! All the Megalodon Legions, be ready to attack at any time!"

(Megalodon - Giant Tooth Shark)

In White Scale City, the number of battle mounts has been increasing. To facilitate the management, the tamers were assembled according to the number.

Every ten battle mounts were a squad, three squads were a squadron, ten squads were a brigade, and ten squads were a legion of battle mounts.

The White Dragon Lord then ordered: "Old Jimmy, the Mage Legion is ready to cast spells together to break the fog!"

"Bucky Darkscale, divide your men to protect the mage team, and the elite troops get ready to go into battle at any time."

As his order was delivered, the gears of the army behemoths began to work.

The Ten Thousand Years Pioneer — a well-guarded snapping turtle with numerous followers was the first one to strike — who was ordered by the Tide Hunters to charge, leading thousands of them into the trench.

Behind the fog, the Sea Giant who took advantage of the favourable geographical conditions to defend found that his field of vision was filled with densely packed snapping turtles, and one after another shot their Tidal Spears.

The Tidal Spear violated physics, and instead of slowing down, the speed increased by a few points in the resistant seawater.

After the Tidal Spear pierced the snapping turtles in the front row, it continued to pierce the back row. A Tidal Spear would often kill three or four snapping turtles together before the energy was exhausted.

However, the number of Sea Giants was quite small, so the remaining army of snapping turtles rushed into the magic mist, but they could only wander in the mist. The snapping turtles were too weak and were trapped by the mist, which confused them.

However, the Sea Giants couldn't be at ease because their sight was completely blocked, followed by a violent magic wave from outside the water.

The leader of the Sea Giant was helpless: "Quick! Retreat! Protect the Prophet!"

Over two hundred Middle-level Murloc spellcasters joined forces to cast large-scale war spells in the trench.

Great Vortex Technique!

A huge vortex as powerful as master’s magic was formed in the trench. The snapping turtle felt the restless energy around it and quickly pulled its head and limbs into the turtle shell.

The seawater spun like a high-speed washing machine and the snapping turtle smashed on the surrounding rock walls with the spinning water. The hard turtle shell smashed against the rock wall and created splashing debris of the crumbled rocks.

The snapping turtle and the broken rocks constantly scraped against the walls and quickly wiped away a layer of skin. The foundation of the Magic Mist Array was destroyed, and the fog dispersed. The army of White Scale City opened up a new situation.

But the vortex continued, and Amos waited patiently, as he watched the vortex-like a mincing machine.

The vortex gradually slowed down, and the rotating snapping turtle and stone began to slowly descend under the force of gravity toward the bottom of the trench.

He was able to see the bottom of the trench. The Sea Giants with their talent of water-control abilities pushed the water away and created a waterless space that protected the altar and the old prophet on the seabed.

The fallen stones and the unsure snapping turtles, which were living or dead, were moved away by the Sea Giants with air and piled up around them.

"Mage Legion! Prepare the second wave of battle magic."

"Megalodon, let go!"

A ten-meter-long megalodon leader led his legion of eight meters long average megalodon and swarmed up to the bottom of the sea. Their bodies swayed, their streamlined heads broke through the water, speeding ahead. The sharp triangular teeth in his mouth glittered with cold light.

The Sea Giant's scalp went numb as they looked at the megalodon legion that covered the sky.

The leader of the Sea Giant condensed a Tidal Spear and yelled at the tribe: "Prepare for battle!"

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