Chapter 82: : Running around-the genius among the murlocs!

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Without thinking about it for long, the Murloc boy made his own choice: "I want to learn to ride waves."
It is not difficult to choose.
Hardy scales have drawbacks, and the nature of the whirling knife is the icing on the cake. With the wave treading, the young man's mobility can be greatly improved, and he can advance and retreat freely in many battles. Although it is not an offensive or defensive fighting skill, it can greatly improve the young man's fighting ability.
The old brown scaly pupils lit up slightly: "A wise choice, I'll teach you the route of grudge, it's more complicated."
Once the route of operation is not complicated, but the IQ of the murloc is like that, and it is easy for a teenager to understand.
After a few attempts, after a few failures, the murloc boy's feet gushed, and the whole person suddenly rushed to the top of the old brown scale's head.
The old brown scale was dumbfounded.
"Here, have you learned this?" Sauerkraut opened his mouth wide. He had learned this fighting skill for two years, and it took two full years to learn it!
The old murloc shaman was also shocked. She stared at the teenager: "Do you have the blood of a spellcaster? I know that the wave-walking fighting technique is complicated. It can be comparable to some elementary spells. Your spirit is extraordinary and you have the ability to understand. Very strong, who are your parents? What kind of blood do you have?"
As a result, the murloc boy looked dim and told of the tragic past of the death of his parents.
"I was my mother who pulled me up. I heard from her that our original tribe encountered terrifying sea beasts during the Great Migration. My dad died in battle. After my mother taught me the ability to live alone, he also fell ill and died."
"Tianzhu Haiyan is not my real hometown."
"It turns out to be like this. I'm almost like you. I'm an orphan. Master raised me." Pickled cabbage said. The old brown scale is equivalent to his adoptive father, and because of this, the old brown scale will regard sauerkraut as an inheritor without a qualified blood heir.
The murloc boy glanced at sauerkraut, but he didn't expect that the excuse he made up would let the murloc dispel most of his hostility, and he had a good impression of the same disease.
"Child, you can completely use this as your home." The old murloc shaman comforted.
The murloc boy shook his head: "No, I am more accustomed to being alone in the wild than living with other murlocs."
The old brown scale and the old shaman looked at each other. The former smiled and said: "Since you think so, we don't force you to keep you. However, before you leave, you two will fight again, don't forget. "
Sauerkraut suddenly showed a sense of war: "I won't be careless this time, I will use my real strength."
The murloc boy snorted coldly, with arrogance of genius: "Do you think I have learned these two fighting skills, do you still have a chance?"
The old brown scale laughed and said to the murloc boy: "If you win again this time, I will teach you another fighting skill."
The murloc boy shook his head and retorted: "No, I will those two bronze scimitars, you have to teach me two!"
Old Zonglin said: "Since we are going to fight, we will not take advantage of you. Give you a week to practice fighting skills."
The murloc boy shook his head again: "No need, the day after tomorrow."
He doesn't want to stay here too much, a week is too long.
The pride of the teenager made the murloc sauerkraut very embarrassing. He glared at the teenager: "One day is enough for you to practice? Running around, you look down on people too much. I will let you taste the taste of defeat in the duel the day after tomorrow!"
News of a duel between the two spread.
People in the town are looking forward to it. Fish people generally believe that sauerkraut did not show his true strength in the first game.
The day after tomorrow, everyone's expectations were interrupted by unexpected visitors.
The headed murloc, tall and mighty, is more than twice the size of the old brown scale.
He is holding a long-handled knife with a huge fish head and a steel armor on his body. The surface of the armor exudes a slight magical brilliance.
"I'm pretty hard, the patriarch of Barbarian Fish is my father." The murloc's voice is hoarse, and the silver aura is strong and strong. "I'm here to recruit murlocs and fight against the lobster-men in the Suwo Trench."
The murlocs in the town assemble and salute the murlocs.
Even the town elder shaman is no exception.
Although it is quite hard to practice fighting spirit, in the murloc tribe, the legal position is higher. But the stiff identity is higher, the power behind him, the Barbarian fish tribe, is one of the three superior tribes in Tianzhuhai's eyes.
This murloc village is a tribe of survivors, protected by it, and at the same time offering offerings on time.
The old shaman asked: "How many murlocs do you need?"
Old Brown Scale was very worried. The lobstermen in the Suwo Trench are huge, and even if they win, the fishmen will suffer heavy casualties. Maybe, the whole town was completely abandoned.
The old shaman has the same concerns.
But unexpectedly, he said hardly: "Don't have too many people, what I need is extraordinary, to carry out a surprise attack. There are two black irons and seven bronzes in Daofin Town. You also have the same scale. Of course, if Lao Sa I’m very welcome to play Man in person."
Before the old shaman spoke, the old brown scale said: "I'll go! Lord Mayor, you are seriously ill, you should stay in the town to recuperate."
Of course the old shaman is not ill, but he also coughed twice, evasively saying: "It's a coincidence..."
As soon as he said the words, he was interrupted by a very hard hand reaching out: "Well, I know, it's against Daggerfin Town. After all, the mayor of Daggerfin Town did not participate in the war."
"Okay, don't talk nonsense with you, I'm going to Shippi Town to call another group of people. Hurry up and call out your warriors."
The old shaman used magic to summon the extraordinary murlocs in the town.
"Master, let me fight for you this time." Sauerkraut said to the old brown scale.
The old brown scale immediately yelled: "Naughty, your fighting skills have not yet been cultivated home. What are you doing? Are you going to die?"
The murlocs in Daofin Town suddenly said, "Very tough, I know this sauerkraut. It was cultivated by the old brown scales. It is very powerful. In comparison, the old brown scales are already old and weak."
"Oh? Then you can take your place in the battle for your master." He glanced hard and gave the order casually, with no objection to his attitude.
The old brown scales face changed suddenly.
It doesn't matter if he died in the battle, he is already so old, but sauerkraut is still young, and sauerkraut is the town's future hope.
However, since it was quite hard to speak, Old Brown Scale could only nod his head in agreement.
The murlocs in Daofin Town suddenly smiled with conspiracy.
"I'm coming too." At this moment, the Murloc boy walked out of the crowd and asked to join.
Seeing that he is also Dark Iron, the murloc in Daofin Town is a little surprised. Who is this strange murloc? Why is there no information about him?
As the black iron, it is already the backbone of the murloc villages and towns. A black iron-level fighter has been cultivated in the town of unreasonable hostile forces, and there is no intelligence on this side.
The black iron murloc in front of him suddenly emerged from the sand.
Seeing the murloc boy come forward, the old shaman and the old brown scale cast gratitude and admiration.
"Good brother!" Sauerkraut was very excited and hit the murloc boy's chest with his fist.
In fact, the Murloc boy has his own plans.
The biggest purpose of his original trip was to inquire about intelligence. Therefore, being hard is a more suitable target than the old shaman and the old brown scale, he needs to be close to being quite hard.
"You!" The murloc boy held a black iron machete in his hand and pointed at the murloc in Daofin Town. "You said a lot just now, come and fight me!"
The teenager challenged face to face.
Everyone was shocked.
After reacting, the old brown scale shouted in a low voice and said in an anxious tone: "Run around, don't be reckless!"
The Daggerfin Town Murloc, who was deliberately provoked by the teenager, showed offended annoyance.
He grinned and squeezed out the words between his teeth: "Very well, I dare to challenge Master Scar. Then let me teach you a lesson."
The old shaman looked very hard with a help-seeking gaze: "My lord, you are about to go out soon..."
But he snorted hard and interrupted the old shaman again: "It doesn't matter, just let them fight. I also want to understand the true combat power of my subordinates. At the same time, I am also very curious about what guts can make this man The young murloc challenged a famous master."
Murloc Scar is a master second only to Mayor Sabrefin.
He has been famous for a long time, and his fame is beyond the reach.
In the eyes of others, the Murloc Boy is bold and dare to provoke him!
The battle soon began in the crowd of fish people.
Scar's palm stroked the fins on the outer forearm, grinning, and did not take the initiative to attack.
He has obvious characteristics of the bloodline of knife fins-the outer side of the forearm, the back of the calf, and the entire fish head and back, all have the fins erected. The fins are dark silver with sharp edges.
The size of the knifefin murloc is more slender and thinner than normal murlocs.
The scar is at least two heads higher than the Murloc Boy.
The murloc boy flipped his wrists, and the black iron scimitar lifted up blossoming knives in his hand.
Then, he directly used the knife skill Red Scales to dance.
The next moment, the murloc boy jumped directly at Scar.
Scar does not have any weapons in both hands, but the pair of fins on the outside of his forearm are his natural weapons.
He raised his arm, the fin collided with the black iron scimitar, bursting out a spark.
Scar has the strength of the black iron level, and his fin quality has reached the black iron, completely not afraid of confronting the black iron scimitar in the young hand.
Seeing that the attack was blocked, the young man was not discouraged, but the offensive went even stronger.
The scimitar continued to cleave, and the speed was so fast that the water rushed.
The scar is well laid out, and his steps are calm, sometimes retreating and sometimes moving forward, while resisting the juvenile's onslaught, while waiting for opportunities.
Seeing that the teenager had the upper hand, Sauerkraut applauded.
The fish people in the town are also shouting for running around.
"Not good!" Old Brown Scale was worried.
The same is true for the old shaman.
Some of the other Knifefin murlocs watched with arms folded, and some sneered repeatedly, confident in Scar.
The old brown scale became more worried: "Running is too reckless, he used his full strength when he came up. I know this guy Scar, he wants to run around! Since the battle, he has never taken the initiative to attack, has been saving energy. And Run around Blindly attacking, the physical strength will be consumed quickly. Once the physical strength is slightly weak and the flaws are exposed, it is time for the Scar to counterattack!"
"When Scar is really attacking, his speed will be very fast. Running around should be the first time he has played against Knifefin murlocs. It is difficult to adapt to their speed. I am afraid that he will be cracked by the Knifefin!"
But worry is useless.
The old brown scales and the old shaman lost control of the situation.
Sure enough, just as the old brown scales had expected, the murloc boy couldn't attack for a long time, his physical strength declined, and his sword speed gradually declined.
Scar yin laughed, and suddenly shot!
"Be careful!!" Old Brown Scale exclaimed.
But Scar's forearm pushed hard towards the murloc boy, and the hard fin was about to chop the boy's chest.
Fighting skills-treading waves!
The next moment, a torrent suddenly surged under the feet of the murloc boy, pushing him a few steps away.
The scar is empty.
He glared at the boy, very surprised.
"Huh?" Quite hard and a little surprised.
The young man suddenly retreated to a safe distance, then stomped on the bottom of the sea violently, and the tread wave was used again, pushing him to pounce on Scar.
The fierce scimitar offensive reappeared again.
The scar was pressed downwind again.
But this time, he no longer had the calmness he had before, and he was very embarrassed.
The fellow scalpel fish people are not calm anymore, UU reading www. uukanshu. Com looked suspiciously at the figure of the young man fighting.
"what happened?"
"I read it right!"
"This brown scale murloc actually uses two fighting skills at the same time?!"
The old brown scales and old shaman were all pleasant surprises.
Sauerkraut is even more admirable. He also practiced the two fighting skills of Red Scale Flurry and Treading Waves. He knew very well that the difficulty of using these two fighting skills at the same time was terribly high!
Even the old brown scales can't use it this way.
But the Murloc Boy has achieved this level!
"His bloodline must not be simple! He is a genius!" The words in the old shaman's heart are also the consensus of the fish people watching the battle.
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