Gods: Civilization Cultivation, Infinite War

Chapter 13: Unusual Deep Sea Murlocs

"Yes, my Lords, our Grayscale Tribe is the only force on this island."

The Lizardman leader answered honestly, and then added: "Decades ago, there were many ethnic groups on the island, and the Grayscale Tribe was just one of them.

Until the arrival of the deep-sea fishmen, they indiscriminately massacred all races on the island, and many races were exterminated by them.

Three years ago, the Snakeman Tribe was completely wiped out by them. After that, only our Grayscale Tribe was left on the island.

As for those deep-sea murlocs, I don’t know where they come from. I only know that they send a large number of murlocs to attack our island every once in a while.

Because of their sheer numbers, we were powerless to resist."

Having said that, the lizardman leader looked at Kane's team with admiration in his eyes.

These messengers of God with wings on their backs are incredibly powerful. They can easily defeat thousands of fishmen and perform incredible miracles to heal themselves and their people.

The Lizardman leader was already full of despair about the future of the Grayscale Tribe, but he did not expect that at the last moment there would be a turn of events and he would be saved by the messenger of God.

So when he heard Kane say that he wanted to bring them under the rule of the kingdom, he agreed immediately without any hesitation.

In fact, even if the other party didn't say this, he was prepared to shamelessly beg the other party to allow him to lead the Gray Scale Tribe to follow them.

Hearing the Lizardman leader say this, Kane nodded, and then asked the other Winged Warriors in the team: "What do you think?"

"This is indeed unusual. Murlocs are not a race that likes to gather together. Without external interference, a murloc tribe would only have a few thousand members at most.

But the number of murlocs we have seen today alone has reached thousands, not to mention that they started attacking the island decades ago. According to what the Lizardman leader just said, there were many ethnic forces on the island decades ago, and the Gray Scale Tribe was just one of them.

Being able to completely destroy all other races, the true number of these deep-sea fishmen must be more than just a few thousand."

"Furthermore, in the recent battle, the murlocs didn't have any other races on their side, yet they were still able to maintain a certain level of order. This means that these deep-sea murlocs aren't vassals of other races in the ocean, but rather an independent force."

Kane listened to his team members' stories and then added, "Not only that, when I received the mission today, I found that our teams were basically heading to areas far away from the central island.

I even specifically asked the legion commander, and he said that there is no intelligent life on the entire central island, but there are traces of intelligent life on some of the smaller islands on the edge.

"Such an unusual situation has occurred. Should we now track the traces of those deep-sea murlocs? I previously cast tracking magic on some of them. After scattering and fleeing, they unexpectedly gathered together again. We can follow the trail all the way to the bottom."

Kane shook his head: "No, the ocean is not our territory after all. If we go there rashly, we will easily encounter unknown risks. A few thousand murlocs are nothing, but if there are tens of thousands or even more murlocs in the deep sea, it will be enough to pose a threat to us.

We can't yet confirm the true number of deep-sea murlocs, so we're prioritizing caution for now. We've subdued the Grayscale Tribe and gained a wealth of intelligence from the Lizardman leader. Our mission is complete, and we can return home shortly."

After hearing Kane's words, the other members of the team nodded to indicate that they had no objection.

Kane asked the Lizardman leader another question: "You said that those deep-sea fishmen attack your island every once in a while. How long is the interval between attacks?"

The Lizardman leader replied, "It's not fixed. Sometimes it happens once a year, sometimes it happens every few years. There have been more than a dozen large-scale attacks since decades ago."

Kane continued, "Is their attack just to massacre you, the races living on the island? Are there any other actions?"

"It's not just a massacre. Every time they attack us, they drag the people they killed into the sea. I think they are probably treating us, the people living on the island, as prey. Every attack is a hunting act!"

At this moment, the lizardman leader's eyes were filled with hatred, and then he seemed to remember something and added: "Moreover, every attack by those deep-sea fishmen will cause the sea level around the island to rise.

Over the past few decades, nearly half of the island has been swallowed by the sea, and the land suitable for our survival is becoming less and less."

Speaking of this, the lizardman leader had a look of worry on his face. Although the lizardmen are an amphibious race, they are ultimately more of a terrestrial race.

They can live entirely on land, but cannot stay underwater for a long time, let alone live underwater. The land of the island is being swallowed by the sea, which has seriously threatened their survival.

"Every attack will cause the sea level to rise?"

Kane was a little confused, although he had seen the presence of Tidecallers in the murloc team before, who could create temporary tsunamis to engulf their targets.

But this temporary tsunami should gradually recede over time. How can it cause a permanent rise in sea levels?

Even the giant tsunamis caused by high-level tide callers cannot achieve this level.

Although it was a little incomprehensible, Kane still recorded all the information one by one and prepared to submit it after returning to the central island.

"We're going to return to the central island to report the situation. The deep-sea fishmen won't attack you again in the near future. Can you solve your food problem on your own? If you have any difficulties, please let us know and we will provide assistance."

The Lizardman leader was a little surprised to hear this, but still shook his head. "Your Excellency, Lord God's Messenger, thank you for your kindness. We have enough food for now. Every attack by the deep-sea fishmen results in the death of a large number of animals on the island. These animals are enough for our people to eat for a while."

Kane nodded and handed another crystal to the lizardman leader: "This is a communication crystal. If the deep-sea fishmen attack your island again, just crush this crystal and I will bring people to support you."

After saying that, he flapped his wings and took off with the Winged Man team, preparing to return to the central island to report the intelligence obtained from this operation.

(End of this chapter)