But it seems that these two fishmen are still a little dissatisfied, thinking that the number is too small.
They are all high-level fishmen with noble bloodlines, and are by no means comparable to those cannon fodder who charge into battle.
In Melbourne, many of the fishmen's followers are their contracted followers, which is why they are allowed to lurk here and prepare for an attack.
But when they arrived here, they inevitably felt a little uncomfortable with the local climate.
Although their "slaves" were dedicated and replaced all the water in the swimming pool with sea water, and brought young "meat people" to feed them every day, it was inevitable that they felt uncomfortable here.
"Gululudu, gululudu!"
One of the fishmen suddenly started muttering something meaningless.
The language among the fishmen is not systematic, with only a few scattered general ideas, which is not much different from that of humans millions of years ago.
The words that the fishman just muttered seemed to express "anger" and "dissatisfaction". What they meant specifically depended on the understanding of each fishman.
"Gululu, gurulu."
The other fishman also started chattering, biting the flesh on his calf and communicating with his limited vocabulary.
But at some point, their communication came to an abrupt end.
Because outside, there were crisp footsteps coming.
And the owner of the footsteps was not their 'servant'.
The sudden sound of footsteps immediately made the two fishmen cautious. They looked towards the entrance of the swimming pool, grinning, and the scales on their skin began to cover up quickly.
The footsteps came closer and closer, and suddenly disappeared before reaching the swimming pool.
"Dudulu?"
The sudden disappearance of the sound startled the two fishmen and made them even more alert. Just when they were concentrating on the front, a cold flash of a knife appeared, and the blade arrived in an instant, slashing towards one of the fishmen!
“clang!”
The blade collided with the scales, and the sound of metal clashing instantly spread in all directions. The Black Wind Sword chopped off the right arm of a fishman.
It can be seen that according to its original trajectory, the Black Wind Sword should have hit the fishman's neck, but because the fishman reacted in time, it hit his arm instead.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
The knife chopped off the fishman's arm, causing him to scream and wail. However, at the moment the arm was cut off, another fishman's eyes glowed red, and he pounced directly at the man in black robe!
The man in black robe just waved his hand, and the sea water in the swimming pool instantly turned into a thin rope, swirling towards the fishman. At the same time, the man in black robe continued to retreat and landed directly on the other side of the swimming pool, holding the Black Wind Sword and confronting the fishman.
The man in black robe was naturally Song Luo.
After much deliberation, Song Luo finally decided to send "Commander Song Luo" to appear in person, in the 'nothingness' form among the three major forms.
"Commander Song Luo" has three forms: 'Wushuang', 'Nothingness', and 'Qiuqi', which correspond to the three identities of the young man in white, the mysterious man in black robe, and the general in armor.
Because the location of this operation was in Kangaroo Country, Song Luo chose to enter in the form of 'nothingness'.
Of course, there is a second hero that can be dispatched, and that is "Dawn Irina".
However, what Song Luo didn't expect was that after choosing the commander to go into battle, he felt as if he was personally on the scene, wearing holographic gaming equipment like a 'virtual gaming helmet' that only existed in novels and animations, and appeared directly here!
Song Luo could only describe this feeling with the word "refreshing".
According to the prompt of the system copy, his current form is a virtual body.
If he dies in the dungeon, his original body will also suffer mental trauma.
But the trauma is not that great, just like not sleeping for a day or two and staying up all night.
In addition, Song Luo is now a transcendent and has practiced various breathing channel methods, so this minor mental trauma is nothing to worry about.
Therefore, Song Luo also had the idea of honing his practical experience.
He would only fight the two murlocs for five minutes.
In five minutes, Irina will descend from the sky with the "Silver Coin of Judah (No. 13)" and summon the Fire Demon 'Muken Erdeni Ulanqimun Magnus Ekrum' to solve the problem here.
The Fire Demon deserves to die, but these fishmen are not good people either!
"Gulp, glur?!"
The intact fishman looked at Song Luo vigilantly, and the Black Wind Sword in Song Luo's hand emitted a different light, as if ready to strike.
Fighting this fish-man is the true way to hone your combat experience.
In today's world, the vast majority of human extraordinary people only have realm but no combat power, and they have almost no idea how to develop their own extraordinary abilities.
It's like saying that the theoretical human sprint time for a 100-meter dash is 11.30 seconds, while the world record holder is 9.58 seconds. And according to scholars' analysis, the theoretical limit is 9.48 seconds...
That's right. If we talk about the 100-meter results, most of the extraordinary people now can't even reach the passing score of 11.30 seconds, while most of Song Luo's heroes are top athletes who have already run into the 10-second mark.
In this way, although they are at the same level and are all human beings, the gap between them is very obvious.
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