Chapter 183: Clever Bobo
"t yourselves lucky!"
Bobo pouted, fixing his gaze on the murloc warriors who had previously fled.
His eyes flickered slightly, and Bobo shouted in a sharp voice:
"Catch those fools who ran away earlier!"
The smarter murloc warriors were a bit dazed; they hadn’t been part of the group that fled.
But the surrounding murlocs didn’t hesitate, having been pletely subdued by Bobo. They swarmed the murloc warriors who usually bullied them!
The rger murloc warriors were strohan ordinary murlocs, but they were vastly outnumbered by the tter.
Before they could react, they were overwhelmed by the howling ordinary murlocs.
Having thought it through, Bobo's face showed a mischievous grin as he ordered the murloc warriors to be dragged over.
The heavily injured Old Six opened his mouth skillfully, enjoying a hearty meal, which helped him regain some health.
Beelzebub, watg this se, couldn’t help but shake his head.
In the past, he wouldn’t have felt much about this.
But ever sining to the Bay Territory, he found this indiscriminate killing among the same kind somewhat strange.
Beelzebub was also very certain that it wasn’t what he once sidered weakness but rather that he had developed more principles and a sense of boundaries.
He knew what he wanted!
He knew what he wao protect.
He fought with vi and was fident iing any enemy.
For example, Hawk, who Yaya had just released.
Hawk, lying in the mud, was a bit stunned.
He hadn’t even had time to react before seeing the fully armored Beelzebub walking over from the distant mist.
"Who is he? Someone from Bay Territory?"
Beelzebub silently stood 20 meters in front of Hawk, speaking in a muffled voice:
"If you defeat me, you leave directly."
"If I defeat you, well, sorry, but all your ons and equipment will belong to me."
His tone carried no greed, only an intense fighting spirit!
Hawk, sing the burly Beelzebub, felt a signifit amount of pressure from him.
He could tell at a ghat Beelzebub was a barbarian warrior.
Judging by his high-quality ons and armor, all ented, far better than his own gear, he assumed Beelzebub must be from Bay Territory.
"Barbarians don't spend money on equipment, nor do they have the means to acquire it."
Hawk didn’t say much, simply nodding calmly as he slowly adjusted his breathing, shaking off the mud and removing pieces of his knight armor.
In the soft, muddy ground, wearing such heavy armor would only slow him down.
Hawk quickly assessed that in a test of strength, he wouldn’t be able to overpower Beelzebub.
He o ensure his advantage in agility.
His judgment was undoubtedly correct!
When Beelzebub, exuding a faint chill, charged like a savage bull.
The suffog pressure that came over him caused Hawk’s heart to tighten suddenly.
He couldn’t fight this head-on!
A silver-gray light fshed beh Hawk’s feet, boosting his slightly sluggish movements and giving him a burst of speed.
He capitalized on the slower rhythm of Beelzebub's attack.
At that moment, the tip of his sword flickered, matg his steps as he thrust toward Beelzebub's waist.
The angle was tricky, the movement strange, but the speed was lightning fast!
Beelzebub, relying on his beast-like instincts, shifted his long axe just in time to knock aside the oning sword.
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The sword trembled slightly, sending a wave of numbhrough Hawk's wrist. He cursed "barbarian" inwardly.
Relying on his nimble footwork and timing, he tinuously dodged Beelzebub’s swinging axe.
He circled around Beelzebub, trying hard to find a better opportunity.
Hawk never sidered running; doing so would be incredibly foolish.
He still hadn’t figured out what knocked him unscious earlier, so it was best not to provoke any hidden enemies.
In the distance.
The somewhat chaotic members of the transport team, who had been reanizing, quieted down a bit.
The murlocs surrounding them in the mist brought signifit pressure.
Everyone couldn’t help but swallow nervously as they retrieved various tools from the wagons that had been prepared earlier.
Some bahe wounded, while others repced their ons and armor.
Even though many of the goods were meant to be delivered to the Carlisle camp, they couldn’t care about that anymore.
Surviving was the most important thing.
As for the supplies, whoever wao deliver them could do so.
Although the murlocs had caused a otion, the damage they inflicted wasensive.
Just as they thought the murlocs were gathering strength for another surprise attack.
They waited for nearly half an hour.
Still, no murlocs attacked them.
In this situation, they grew more and more nervous, and arguments began to break out among them.
Should they stay put and defend?
Or should they seize the opportunity to break out while they still had the strength?
Before they could reach a sensus, a dense wave of murlocs began to encircle them from the south, north, a.
Leaving only the dire of their destination—the east—unoccupied!
There didn’t seem to be a single murloc there.
In this situation, their first instinct was that the east must be a trap.
But faced with the murlocs charging at them fearlessly.
The small bit of strength they had just regained was quickly being drained.
As a result, they were forced to retreat eastward.
The murlocs' chaotic shouting and the stantly shifting figures in the mist brought immense pressure upon them.
When one of the cart drivers, terrified, dropped his on and fled.
The remaining members could no longer withstand the pressure of death and fled east as well.
"Run! Run! The faster, the better!"
"Just leave everything behind for me!"
Hiding in the mist, Bobo let out a series of cold ughs.
Watg the transport team flee in disarray, he felt he had regaihe fidence he had lost earlier.
"The more murlocs, the better!"
Thinking this, and seeing the transport team had fled far away, Bobo grinned happily, anding Old Six to rush over.
Seeing the scattered wagons and supplies, he had no attat to them, eagerly searg for ons that suited him.
The s crocodile was much pickier, only dev the bodies of the rger murloc warriors and ign the human corpses.
Bobo rummaged around for a while, then his eyes lit up.
From the mud, he pulled out a gleaming shortsword, happily wiping it and skillfully tug it at his waist.
Before he could react, a terrifying pressure suddenly desded from above.
Bobo turned his head and saw Old Six, who had been g himself moments earlier, now being pio the ground by the great master, whimpering and trembling in fear.
Log eyes with Yaya’s blue gaze, Bobo immediately shrank back, without hesitation, he k down and respectfully called out:
"I beg the great master not to eat Old Six, his meat is too tough and a bit smelly!"
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