"Murlocs?"
Xia Nan could not help but feel a stir in his heart, a flash of realization lighting up his eyes.
Just as he had guessed.
Back when Xia Nan had first set foot on Wildberry Cliff Island, he had sensed a faint, vaguely familiar aura in the air.
However, without concrete evidence, he could not be certain. He had merely raised his guard in secret.
Now that he heard what this scarred young villager had said, he immediately connected it with the Shahua Mermen he had encountered before.
But... why had they appeared here?
Out of caution—perhaps the "murlocs" mentioned by the villager were another species—and also because he was puzzled by these alien intelligent creatures coming to Wildberry Cliff, Xia Nan reached out to support the young villager, whose frail body was on the verge of collapse from his agitation. He helped him lie down beside the railing and asked:
"Where did you see these murlocs, and what did they look like?"
"Right here in this dungeon, sir!"
"They were covered in blue-green scales."
"They were about as tall as humans. Some of them had four arms."
"They came here with those pirates a few days ago. They were vicious!"
Xia Nan's act of breaking open the iron bars seemed to give the villagers imprisoned in the dungeon hope. Though their minds had grown sluggish from prolonged abuse and confinement, they still managed to react.
Before the young villager could answer, the others nearby who still had the strength to speak responded one after another.
Adult human-sized bodies, blue-green scales, and some with two pairs of arms—the villagers' descriptions of their appearance allowed Xia Nan to confirm that the "murlocs" they spoke of were indeed the Shahua Mermen he had encountered before.
But "they came to the dungeon