"Penny must have gone over at just the right time. That should've given Three to Five Dou a chance to share a suitably tragic farewell with the little mermaid. Ah, what a heartless man, making an adorable girl he'd only just met cry over him.
Now the little mermaid would probably remember him for the rest of her life. She could easily forget that little offense from earlier.
Look at me!
No matter the circumstances, I always care about the players' experience. Who would dare call me a damn game dev after this?"
Lord Murphy, who fancied himself "the players' thoughtful old boss," strolled across the battlefield with Necessary Evil and the Sunblade in hand. At times, he struck like a ghost, flashing in to break through the enemy lines before darting back out. With impeccable taste, he didn't bother with ordinary murlocs, choosing instead to hunt down the murloc warlords and high-level spellcasters hidden among their ranks.
The murlocs might not have morale, but when they suffered heavy casualties and their front lines kept collapsing under counterattacks, they still retreated. That was especially true without a warlord to command them. Their terrible intelligence and hopeless lack of organization became the final straw that broke the camel's back.
The fighting on the island was still at a stalemate, but once Penny killed Dagon's Chosen and the storm cleared, there'd be no doubt about the outcome.
Old Turtle Tritan watched his faithful suffer so terribly at the hands of the murlocs, and his anger had been building for some time. Everyone knew that when a good-natured person finally got angry, things got serious. Once Dagon's divine power was dispelled, the murlocs would face a terrifying reprisal that would turn the sea red with blood.
Murphy had no doubt about that. Before