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Chapter 123 The Three-Headed Serpent God Kumaila

The next day, Richard set off early as dawn was breaking.

The sacrificial ceremony of the blind fishman tribe is roughly at nine o'clock in the morning on Earth time, so Richard left a little earlier to have some free time to make the arrangements.

Since being teleported to the Underdark, Richard has been living a relatively comfortable life for the past two weeks.

In particular, after he took control of Fingart and brought him to the forefront, making him the prophet and supreme leader of the blind merfolk tribe.

The entire blind fishman tribe is essentially working for Richard.

For example, nearly a hundred merman warriors are dispatched every day to help search for traces of monsters, and the entire tribe, young and old, is mobilized to collect rare herbs from the surrounding area, such as golden fern fruit and water root grass.

If Richard had to do all these things by himself, there would never have been this level of efficiency.

If I were to work alone, my efficiency in killing monsters would probably be only one-tenth of what it is now, but in terms of searching for rare herbs, it would be much worse, possibly only one-hundredth of what it is now.

Therefore, Richard had a grand plan in mind: after becoming a formal wizard, he did not want to be just the behind-the-scenes controller of a blind merman tribe, but rather the behind-the-scenes controller of all the clans in the entire Darkwater Lake.

This is similar to the three-headed serpent god Kumaila. The dozen or so small clans that live around it and rely on the dark lake hardly need to waste time hunting, as they spend their days sleeping and cultivating.

Because the dozen or so clans around the Darkwater Lake prepare a sumptuous blood sacrifice every month, on average, Kumaila can eat an incredibly lavish meal every two days.

No wonder it protects these clans; they are all its vassals!

Therefore, Richard was very envious, and he also hoped that one day he could do the same, and then mobilize the people of the clans around Darkwater Lake to help him search for monsters, collect herbs, and so on.

Of course, these are just some optimistic visions at the moment.

We are still very far from this goal, but what's the difference between a person without dreams and a salted fish?

Half an hour later, Richard lay in ambush on a high slope near the fishman tribe. The surrounding vegetation was lush and provided excellent concealment.

Meanwhile, to prevent wild beasts or monsters from disturbing his observation, Richard also summoned three skeleton guardians to protect him.

The other skeleton archer was positioned at the edge of the murloc camp, in a corner that offered a good view of the central sacrificial plaza.

Once the "monitoring" was in place, Richard adjusted the angle beforehand and waited patiently on the high slope after confirming that everything was correct.

As the time drew closer to nine in the morning, men, women, and children of the blind merfolk tribe gathered in the square, while Fingart busily directed the merfolk warriors to arrange the various blood prey in an orderly fashion in the center of the totem square.

The most eye-catching item was the octopus with a shell placed at the front, firstly because of its large size and abundant energy, and secondly because of its perfect condition.

Troll Mantis? This kind of incomplete, bloody prey, with its eyes gouged out and "big knife" cut off, is not fit for display. Otherwise, the three-headed serpent god Kumaila would consider it disrespectful.

Therefore, it can only be cut into small pieces, placed in a basin, and put at the very end of the offerings.

The three blood delicacies placed at the front must meet three criteria: first, they must be in perfect condition; second, their flesh and blood must be rich in energy, meaning they must be powerful enough; and third, they must be as large as possible, otherwise, they wouldn't even be enough to fill Kumaila's teeth.

Once everything was ready, Fingart led all the fishmen and began to loudly chant a spell with a peculiar tone.

Although the spell is only a single sentence, it has been passed down among the fish-men from generation to generation. According to Fingart, it is a unique spell passed down from the three-headed serpent god Kumaila. As long as it is recited near the Darkwater Lake, the other party can sense it.

Hundreds of years ago, the blind murloc tribe worshipped the Dark Murloc Lord, but one day hundreds of years ago, Kumaila appeared and defeated the Dark Murloc Lord summoned by the Murloc Prophet.

Ultimately, in order to survive, the blind fish people of the tribe changed their beliefs!

At this moment, as the incantation grew louder and louder, even Richard, who was several miles away, could hear it clearly.

At this moment, huge bubbles began to rise from the calm, dark lake.

"Pfft, pfft!"

All three heads resembled dragon heads, but without horns. They had fins on the top of their heads and on both sides of their chins, clearly indicating that they were aquatic creatures. They began to emerge from the water.

As it gradually emerged from the water, its entire form began to be exposed to Richard.

This is a colossal creature, nearly seventeen or eighteen meters tall and weighing hundreds of tons. Its body is two-tone, with a green back and a white belly, and its entire body is covered with scales the size of a washbasin.

From its round body protruded three thick necks, each seven or eight meters long and resembling a giant python, with a diameter of at least one meter.

In comparison, whether it's the octopus with its shell or the mutated crab demon, they are like the difference between an adult and a child compared to Kumaila.

Moreover, each scale of the Kumaila seems to have a special line pattern, and then dozens or even hundreds of scales can subtly form another pattern.

Richard knew that this was the outward manifestation of innate abilities after a biological strength reached a certain level, just like how a formal wizard would have innate witchcraft.

As the three-headed serpent Kumaila walked onto the lake shore, a huge shadow gradually began to loom over all the fish-men.

Immediately, everyone in the blind merman tribe, including Fingart and a group of mid- to high-ranking merman warriors, prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling, and loudly praying something.

The three-headed serpent Kumera looked with satisfaction at the respectful crowd and the abundant blood feast before it. Each of its three heads began to select its favorite blood food and devour it greedily.

The shelled octopus immediately attracted the attention of the three heads, and almost simultaneously, all three heads bit the shelled octopus's tentacles and pulled hard.

The octopus, a large monster with a shell, was torn into several pieces and then swallowed whole by three large mouths.

Richard immediately recognized the terrifying aura emanating from the three-headed serpent Kumaila, far surpassing that of ordinary wizards in the school. Neither Professor Celes, Professor Maya, nor Professor Ivan could match the oppressive feeling Kumaila gave him.

It seemed that the aura of the three-headed serpent Kumera was quite similar to that of the great wizard Graf, who stood atop a giant bone dragon head, whom he had seen at the school.

Based on this, Kumaila's strength should be equivalent to the peak of a first-level wizard, or even a second-level wizard!

No wonder this guy is worshipped by a dozen clans near Darkwater Lake and is called the Three-Headed Serpent God; his strength is truly impressive!

Richard was thrilled by the level-zero sorcery called "Vision of the Dead".

If one day I have such strength, then all the dozen or so clans around the Darkwater Lake will search for monsters, rare herbs and so on for me. Wouldn't my strength take off like a rocket?

Before long, Kumaila had eaten and drunk its fill. Just when Richard thought it was about to return to the lake to sleep, its three heads seemed to have discovered something. After looking around, they spotted the skeleton archers hiding at the edge of the camp!

Richard was immediately taken aback and quickly cut off the level zero spell, "Undead Vision".

This made Fingart, who was kneeling on the ground, feel his heart pounding violently. He thought to himself, "Has my master been discovered?"

The next second, a water arrow shot out from one of Kumaila's heads, the surging water instantly killing the skeleton archer without leaving a single bone fragment.

Then, it sniffed around in confusion, shook its head, and began to breathe on the totem pole in the center of the fishman square!

Kumaila's three large mouths simultaneously spewed out a strange blue energy.

Three streams of blue energy, like snakes, coiled around the tall totem pole in the center of the Fishman Plaza. Slowly, these three streams of blue energy seemed to merge into the totem pole.

At this moment, the totem pole has completely changed its original feel. It seems that in an instant, the kumera pattern carved on the surface of the totem pole has come to life.

Fingart knew this best. This scene meant that the three-headed serpent god Kumaila was very satisfied with the blood offerings arranged by their tribe. For some time to come, the aura left by it on the totem pole would protect the blind fish-man tribe from the invasion of the Black Tide.

"The sacrificial ceremony is now a great success! As the newly appointed prophet, I have done my job well in my first post."

"Of course, this is inseparable from the master's efforts. Without the master, our tribe would never have been able to gather enough blood offerings." Fingart thought to himself with gratitude.

After the blood sacrifice ended this month, Richard returned to his previous routine.

The strange runes on the scales of the three-headed serpent god Kumera were not fully memorized by Richard because they were almost discovered last time. He could only wait and see if he could secretly record them next time.

However, Richard doesn't plan to do that anytime soon. After all, he's already been caught once, and if Kumaila takes it seriously next month, he'll definitely be exposed and then he'll be finished.

Most importantly, Richard had witnessed Kumaila's power and now had a goal in mind, knowing that he needed to be capable of anything to become the overlord of Darkwater Lake.

Therefore, in the past few days, Richard has been instructing Fingart to have the merman warriors search for monsters everywhere, regardless of their strength, and to report to him as soon as they are found, so that he can personally take charge of killing them.

This immediately moved Fingart again!

I never expected my owner to be such a diligent person!

He is such a caring and loving person towards his servants!

The sacrificial ceremony last month had just ended, and I was already thinking about how to help it with the sacrificial offerings for this month!

So touching!

Thus, Richard's life basically followed this rhythm: Fingart reports → Richard goes out → kills monsters → returns to make medicine, and so on, in a cycle.

In terms of location, Richard's route is: Fishman Village → Gray Fern Wilderness, a straight line between two points.

(End of this chapter)