Sladran

Just as Roy's fleet joined up with the Griffon Cavalry Regiment, thousands of Siren Warriors arrived at the docks of Plusterston Island...

A Siren swayed his long snake tail as he crawled onto the dock.

He was drenched from head to toe, and seawater kept streaming from his robe of magical sea-beast hide, leaving a large patch of wetness around him.

He stared grimly at the nearly ruined dock, his eyes filled with confusion.

A group of Gray Dwarves were washing the bloodstains from the dock. When they saw the Siren emerge from the fog, they immediately became both alarmed and delighted...

Almost everyone approached him trembling...

The Siren said nothing. He silently walked over to a row of foul-smelling corpses. In an environment like Plusterston Island, corpses rotten to this extent had likely been left exposed for four or five days...

Among the bodies were both Sirens and Gray Dwarves.

Sladran's expression darkened further. Enduring the stench of decay drifting through the fog, he continued forward.

At last, he found a surviving Siren Warrior. The Siren Warrior was digging pits in the sand on the beach, then burying the dead Sirens inside.

"What exactly happened on the island while I was gone?"

Sladran asked from behind the Siren.

Upon hearing that voice, the Siren's entire body shook violently. He spun around and, seeing that the Siren behind him was indeed Elder Sladran, wailed and lunged forward to clutch Sladran's lower leg...

Terrified out of his wits, the Siren haltingly told Elder Sladran what had happened over the past few days.

Sladran's eyes blazed with unrestrained fury. He swayed forward and charged directly at a Gray Dwarf, seized him by the collar with one powerful arm, and demanded viciously:

"Where did they come from?"

The Gray Dwarf's collar was clenched