Unlike those academy-trained spellcasters, Ulk, though commander of this large murloc force, had never actually received any high-level Arcane education.
It could be said that he came from an unorthodox background. Having displayed talent as a spellcaster in childhood, he underwent simple training before being assigned to a small or medium-sized tribe. He fought and struggled his way through the sea, eventually reaching where he was today.
His twisted and savage upbringing might not have given him any great attainments in the Arcane arts, but it had bestowed this Murloc Priest with incomparably rich experience in magical combat.
At this moment, he understood more clearly than ever.
The adventurers on the field appeared to be applying tremendous pressure and urgently needed to be suppressed, but his side's fundamental objective was to complete this long-planned Sacrifice Ritual.
Everything else was secondary.
And now, with the ritual nearing completion, after [Slow], the vast majority of the adventurers on the field were locked in fierce struggles with the Shahua Mermen and unable to break free.
Naturally, his attention focused on the few adventurers who still had the potential to disrupt the ritual.
"Twang—"
The melodious lute music that had echoed over the shore abruptly ceased.
Alton the Halfling, who had been hiding at the rear of the battlefield, was suddenly ambushed from the flank by a Murloc Commander leading two Murloc Elite Guards.
Though he suffered no real injuries thanks to Ellison's cover and assistance, he could no longer calmly remain in the back lines as he had before, playing his lute to buff his teammates. He was forced to draw his weapon and fight the enemy at close quarters.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three orange-red rays of fire, radiating scorching heat, shot from the conch-shaped casting implement of a Murloc Priest on the