Path of light

Chapter 819 820. Mutated Siren

"...These gathering places are big and small. In the small gathering places, there are dozens of mutant sea creatures living in the sea. The larger gathering places have formed mutant sea creature villages, with nearly a thousand mutant sea creatures...So if you ask me about the exact number of mutant sea creatures, I can't tell you, but I can still give you an approximate number. It may be tens of thousands of sea creatures."

The walrus boss walked on the foggy street, feeling more and more depressed.

He had been walking for such a long time, but he didn't see any effective resistance from the gray dwarves and sirens. It seemed that all the residents in the town were fleeing...

There were nearly a thousand half-elf guards following Roy. Everyone was worried about getting lost on the island, so they followed closely.

The half-blood elf guards at the back would stop the half-blood elf guards in front if anything happened.

"Take me to Captain Ralph's estate!"

The walrus boss didn't stop, nor did he change direction...

When there were no buildings on both sides of the road, the team walked out of the town.

Although there was a path under their feet, the fog was so thick that they could not tell the direction at all. All around were low shrubs covered with moss. These shrubs did not grow well in the fog, and their leaves were covered with water droplets.

A ray of holy light fell in front, and the surrounding fog dissipated, but unfortunately new fog soon replenished it.

The walrus boss introduced the current situation on the island as he walked.

Everyone left the town and entered a swamp formed by bushes, where a group of swamp fishmen lived. They were originally servants of the sirens, and later settled on Prestington Island and gradually multiplied.

There are many mutants among the fishmen in their gathering place.

Mutated murlocs usually leave the swamp when they have the ability to live independently. Some murlocs live in small towns, while others follow the gray dwarves to go out to sea to trade slaves.

The walrus boss told Roy that this Prestington Island was quite large, and each settlement had its own territory.

These territories were divided by the sirens on the island.

As we were crossing the swamp, we indeed encountered some gray dwarves who had escaped from the town.

When the half-elf guards encountered the gray dwarves, they naturally refused to let them go. A group of gray dwarves quickly chased after them and surrounded those gray dwarves. Sure enough, at this time, a large number of murloc monsters appeared around the swamp.

They emerged from the swamp, all wet, holding some scrap copper and iron in their hands, hiding in the fog, not daring to get too close, nor willing to leave.

Some swamp fishmen also made chattering noises, which made people feel a little irritated.

The elven guards fired several rounds of arrows into the fog, and the area around the swamp quickly quieted down.

These gray dwarves chose to surrender, and the elves tied them up with ropes and asked them to follow the team...

…

Morapis sat on a thatched hut in the swamp.

He had now transformed from the owl form back into the siren form.

A look of pain appeared on his ugly face. He covered his face with one hand and tried to slow down his breathing to calm his irritable mood.

He is a mermaid who has lived on Plusterton Island since he was a child. When he was about to reach adulthood, his body mutated. Fascia grew on his arms, and when he opened them, flesh wings appeared, just like a bat...

Later, the Sirens slowly discovered that the fog on this island contained strange toxins.

Living on the island, one will be affected by the poisonous fog and his body will undergo some kind of mutation.

The Sirens are physically strong, so they are the least affected, but they may still mutate, and Morapis is one of them.

The first time I met Orling, he was still a very young siren, following the Great Witch Sladran.

He was the first siren who saw his mutated arm and did not laugh at it.

The Great Witch of Lasdran agreed to take him in, so Oling walked from the Great Witch's side to him, stretched out his hand and pulled him out of the mud...

The Great Witch of Lasdran saw that the Gray Dwarves were not afraid of the Naga Sea Clan, so he agreed to form an alliance with the Gray Dwarves...

After the alliance, the cooperation between the sirens and the gray dwarves was still very pleasant.

The Lost Sea also became more and more prosperous because of the slave trade. It was a paradise for slave traders, and slaves of any race could be traded here.

In fact, most of the slaves are elves and Naga sea tribes...

The Naga Army attacked the Lost Sea several times, but each time ended in failure.

The main reason is that the Lost Sea is shrouded in fog all year round, making it basically impossible to completely occupy the island.

But if the sirens are not completely expelled, they will launch sneak attacks everywhere on the island. Moreover, the biggest problem of Prestington Island is that any creature living here for a long time will cause physical mutations, which is what the Nagas cannot accept the most.

That's why the powerful Naga Empire of the Endless Sea has never been able to conquer this place.

Without the threat of the Naga tribe, the Sirens began to manage the island...

They never considered that the elves might one day break into the Sea of ​​Lost.

Because as we all know, elves always like to live in their comfort zone.

The Lost Sea is located deep in the Endless Sea, and elves usually do not enter the deep sea area.

However, they did not expect that the half-elves would launch a massive invasion of the Lost Sea, and they did not expect that they would have a powerful army of sirens supporting them.

When Morapis was patrolling the dock in the morning, he found four three-masted sailing ships docked, and the faces of half-elfs appeared on the ships. He realized that the situation was not good. Just as Great Elder Sladlan and the Sirens Legion left the island, this half-elf fleet suddenly appeared.

Then he found a large number of Siren warriors in the sea. Those Siren warriors were full of murderous intent and they were always in a fighting state...

Morapis likes to appear in the form of an owl beast. He wants to delay these half-elves and wait for Teacher Sladran to return to the island before dealing with this half-elf army.

But those stupid gray dwarves never used their brains when they did things.

They had a conflict on the streets of the town, but these half-blood elves rushed back to the dock. What Morapis could not accept the most was:

Oling is dead...

The headless corpse was lying in front of his feet. His body was almost stabbed into a sieve and the whole body was covered in blood. It was said that he was killed by several strong men in the half-elf army.

Morapis lowered his head in pain.

Those gray dwarf idiots! If they hadn't acted rashly, the town might have been able to hold out for a while, and Orin wouldn't have died.

Morapis hated those brainless gray dwarves, but he hated the murderer of Orin even more.

"A group of half-elves is passing through this swamp..."

The chief of the fish-men ran to Morapis' feet and put his face on the top of his feet.

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"How many more people can we muster?" Morapis asked numbly.

"The town has been occupied by that group of half-elves, and we can't find other Siren warriors, but there are still hundreds of murloc warriors in the swamp. Lord Morapis, you can lead us to fight together." The murloc chief said excitedly.

"Just now, a group of gray dwarves were captured by them again..."

A murloc came running over to report in a panic, and the murloc chieftain immediately lost color from his face with fright.

Morapis stood up and strode out.

"Take me there..."

…

Although Morapis could not see the half-elf guards in the fog ahead, he could hear clear footsteps.

Hundreds of merfolk followed behind him, holding some scraps of copper and iron in their hands, which could not even be called weapons.

Morapis knew very well that the fish-men and monsters under his command were definitely no match for the half-elf guard warriors. Even if he had a group of gray dwarf warriors under his command, it would be difficult for him to win.

Unless you have an army of gray dwarves that is several times larger than the enemy's.

But now all the gray dwarves in the town have been scattered, and even the sirens cannot be found.

The swamp where he was was a temporary gathering place prepared for the Siren warriors.

If there is an emergency on the island, the lost Siren Warriors will gather here...

He had been waiting for a long time, but not a single Siren warrior arrived.

He could only follow the half-elf army with a group of murlocs. He did not dare to act rashly...

After those fish-men monsters discovered the half-elf guards, they actually started chattering about this group of half-elven people. Their voices spread over, and soon there was no sound at all from the other side.

Only the fish-man monster hiding in the fog was still talking.

Suddenly, a rain of arrows fell.

Several of the merman monsters were shot through by the rain of arrows and immediately began to howl in the fog.

Morapis was even ready for battle, but after waiting for a while, he found that the half-blood elves did not rush over...

He immediately asked the fish-man monster to continue following.

Soon they reached the edge of the murloc territory, and the group of half-elf guards continued to move forward.

Just as the murloc was hesitating, Morapis said to the murloc chieftain:

"Let's continue to follow..."

After receiving the order from Morapis, the merfolk immediately stepped out of the edge of their territory and followed him all the way.

Morapis had been paying attention to the movements in front of him. Almost all his attention was focused straight ahead. Just as he stepped over a small puddle, a sharp arrow flew towards him along the swamp and hit his ankle accurately.

But his ankle was covered with a thick layer of leather, and the feather arrow only grazed his ankle before disappearing without a trace.

Morapis looked down at his ankle, and finding it was not injured, he immediately walked forward.

At this moment, the fog in front of him suddenly dissipated quickly, and the hair on Morapis' body exploded. A small silver hammer cut through the fog and flew towards him, spinning continuously.

Morapis had no time to dodge, so he immediately chanted a spell and an atmospheric shield appeared in front of Morapis.

The silver hammer smashed the atmospheric shield almost at the same time as it appeared...

'Bang'

The atmospheric shield was instantly shattered, and the silver hammer shattered into a large ball of sacred aura...