White Dragon Lord

Chapter 115: Shadows

The overseas Island, on the seafloor between the three main islands, contained a giant murloc city--Naspra.

Naspra was built on flat ground on the seabed, using granite quarried on the seabed as a building material.

The layout of the houses in the city was circular, and the buildings were taller as they went inside. Most of the houses were covered with dark green seaweed from age, which obscured the original appearance of the buildings.

The only exception was the towering stone tower in the center of the city. The stone tower was cone-shaped and had a clean surface, which emits a touch of magical fluctuations.

It was the home of Naspra's master---Cross-Clawrack Seacaller, and also the "Mage Tower" of the legendary Murloc Mage.

Despite this, the standard of the stone tower was far below that of the mage tower, no matter what dimensions it spanned. At best, it could only be regarded as a luxurious residence enchanted with a cleansing technique.

This was because Seacaller did not have the technical information related to the construction of the mage tower, so he could only build a tall tower with a mere shape to fill the facade.

Despite the mage tower looking like an empty shell in terms of enchantment, the guards inside were exceptional, and the mutant murlocs on patrol were all exceptionally strong.

With the mighty strength of its legendary mage and a large number of mutant minions under him, the Cross-Clawrack Seacaller ruled Naspra and all the surrounding seas.

The murlocs in the city were either subordinated to Seacaller or were his preliminary experiment.

Although Seacaller was known for his brutality, he provided a safe living environment for the precarious fish people.

As a result, Naspra became the holy place in the hearts of the murlocs on the overseas island, until the presence of White Scale City took its place.

In the Naspra Conference Hall, the Cross-Clawrack sat high on the colorful coral throne, listening to the quarrels of his subordinates.

"That damn white lizard! Dares to offend our great master! We have to show them a bit of our true color."

"Yes! Infiltrate the White Scale City and trample the White Fort. Let the world know that only the great Seacaller is the real master of the overseas islands!"

"Catch those damned Murloc traitors! As slaves to Naspra!"

"Capture the white-skinned lizard alive, cut off his wings, and rally him in a cart for the great ruler of the murlocs!"

"..."

The subordinate's indignation and flattery made the Cross-Clawrack very satisfied. He squinted and leaned comfortably on the coral throne.

However, the hype to the sky did not make him lose his mind. In fact, he only enjoyed the pleasure of being praised and was not interested in the substance of the subordinates' words.

Because it was a Murloc tyrant, a dictator, he always believed in its own judgment.

In the mind of the legendary Murloc mage, he contemplated a feasible plan to attack the White Castle.

First, the murlocs in White Scale City were no less than Naspra, and the white dragon was a mage dragon. Who knew how many magic traps he had laid out in his lair, just like himself.

Cross-Clawrack felt a little headache, but he had to fight against the White Castle. Otherwise, the thought of the white dragon that grew up would make him sleepless.

Suddenly, Cross-Clawrack's heart tightened and felt something.

"Stop!"

After stopping the barking of his subordinates, Cross-Clawrack stood up, and turned left and right all the way to a dark secret room deep in Naspra.

At the center of the secret room was a red and black altar with a terrifying statue of a dragon.

Cross-Clawrack bent over and bowed to the statue.

"Messenger, I have completed the task you have given me. You can send someone to pick it up."

In the darkness, a low and reverberating voice sounded: "You did a good job, but I didn't come for it."

Hearing the words, Cross-Clawrack was puzzled and waited for the mysterious voice to follow.

"I'm here to remind you that in the coming days, you must be cautious in all actions, and not reveal the slightest bit of clues. You must especially not retaliate against the white dragon."

"Messenger! Why?!"

"Our preparations are almost completed. We must avoid unnecessary trouble and if the attention of the group of guys causes the master's plan to fail, you should be prepared to face the master's anger!"

Cross-claw Lak trembled at the thought of a certain horrible existence.

"As you wish."

...

Three months later, Amos's body had fully recovered. Laying on the Crystal Throne, he pondered about the current situation.

During the three months, everything went as usual in the sphere of influence of the White Castle, and the legendary Murloc Mage was silent for a long time, which puzzled him.

White Castle had nothing to fear because of the power of the legendary mage. Since he had already offended him to death, there was no need to care about the Nine Eyes Alliance.

However, due to lack of information, even if White Dragon wanted to break his head, he couldn't think of a reason for the Seacaller not to retaliate against White Castle.

"Ghoul-Garu, what do you think?"

As one of the two neighbors around him was annihilated by the murlocs, and the other soldier suffered heavy losses and was considerably injured, no one could threaten Bailey City. So the mercenary pursuits of the White Castle Army were over, and Ghoul-Garu returned to the White Castle.

"Master, I am also very puzzled, but no matter what the enemy is, as long as we are stronger than them, then we have nothing to fear."

The contemplative look in Amos's eyes lit up at the words.

"Well, you're right. I'm the one who is drilling the corner. It's better to develop our strength than to speculate on the enemy's ideas. As long as we are strong, White Castle won't be afraid of any challenges."

With a determination in his heart, Amos stopped thinking about it, stood up, and walked out of the hall, followed by the two-headed ogre chief.

Amos walked to the edge of the White Castle platform and looked down at the scenery below.

Fearing the arrival of Seacaller, Lord White Dragon ordered his dependents to strengthen their guard.

In the forest, the trolls were wandering back and forth with a mace, and jackals were hiding in every nook and cranny with a crossbow.

On the moat, the murlocs formed a team to patrol back and forth.

In the residence of the dependents below the White Castle, elite ogres in full-body armor guarded every intersection, wary of all the wind and grass around them.

But the most vicious thing was the caster team, which was hidden inside the White Castle, with 30 high-level casters as the core and 500 intermediate-level casters as the main body of the magical army, which was definitely the strongest force under White Dragon.

Faced with such a legion, even legendary mages had to weigh their choices before making them.

Amos was proud to see White Castle's strong defensive power because he cultivated most of these professionals.

"Ghoul-Garu, security protocol will be dropped by one level."

What Amos didn't know was that a terrifying storm was brewing and taking shape in a dark corner where he couldn't see, and White Castle was just within the range of the storm.

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