"AAAHHH!!!"
A roar filled with rage and pain rang in their ears.
The violent clash seemed to make even the ground tremble faintly, while the air reeked of blood and stench.
By the time Xia Nan's group followed the commotion to the shore, the scene was already a complete mess.
They naturally saw the towering, magnificent coral altar that nevertheless sent chills through their hearts, as well as the mountain of flesh and corpses beside it that made even the most experienced Adventurers feel faintly nauseated.
But what truly drew the Adventurers' attention—making them unconsciously hold their breaths and their pupils contract—was the brutal battle on the open ground by the shore, now reaching its final stage.
Mutilated murloc corpses lay scattered everywhere. Their glowing blue blood had dyed the sandy soil along the shore a deep bluish brown.
Murloc Minions, elite Guards, and even several Murloc Commanders lay sprawled across the ground. Some had had their heads sliced off, blue-white viscous fluid slowly spilling out. Others had not yet fully died, their limbs twitching as though electrocuted while bloody foam seeped from their mouths.
And the culprit behind all this was the tall, powerfully built figure standing in the center of the battlefield.
It was undoubtedly "Algae Scale" Dodd.
Although many of the Adventurers present had never personally met the great pirate before, having only heard tales of his exploits or seen his portrait on wanted posters—
The moment they saw the tail unique to a Dragonborn and the golden flesh scales covering his body, the Adventurers identified him at a glance.
However—
The scene before them was utterly different from what they had imagined: Dodd, the final mastermind behind this incident, calmly waiting by the shore with everything under control as the Adventurers charged him for a decisive