Murloc Tidehunters and Murloc Raiders were roughly equivalent to the Rogue class, while Bluegill Warriors were Warriors. Darkscale Oracles, Coldlight Seers, and Coldlight Oracles were all spellcasters.
The proportion of classed Murlocs wasn't any higher than that of humans. Usually, a tribe of dozens of Murlocs had only one Darkscale Oracle or Coldlight Seer, two or three Murloc Tidehunters or Murloc Raiders, or perhaps a Bluegill Warrior. Usually, it took several small tribes or one large tribe to produce a Coldlight Oracle.
As for the higher-level Murloc Warleader, there might not be a single one anywhere in the entire Murloc Shoal, which stretched for several kilometers.
As the name suggested, Murloc Warleaders served as commanders in Murloc armies. How many tribes would have to gather together before they had enough classed Murlocs to form an entire army?
For now, the highest-level class in the Murloc Shoal seemed to be the Coldlight Oracle.
Even so, clearing the entire Murloc Shoal wouldn't be easy.
Having no clear condition was the hardest clear condition of all. It usually meant you had to attack again and again, keep trying, and kill, kill, and kill some more until every Murloc was slaughtered—or until the Space Garrison mercifully issued a quest.
Even if the proportion of classed Murlocs in the entire Murloc Shoal was low, there were still dozens, perhaps hundreds, of them. Shawn was scared just thinking about taking on a hundred classed Murlocs.
This was practically an impossible task.
Shawn rubbed his forehead and sighed.
Shawn gave it a try. With a whoosh, a fist-sized fireball struck a Murloc Raider and sent it straight to the afterlife.
But right after that, a huge group of Murlocs charged toward Shawn, baring their teeth and claws.
"Oh, no! The Murlocs have an aggro chain! I hit one, and a whole crowd came after me?"
Shawn didn't even have to think. He turned and ran.
On the Murloc Shoal, where there wasn't a single obstacle to hide behind, the Murlocs could spot him no matter where he ran. So, after weighing the difference in strength between them, Shawn didn't hold out any hope. He dashed straight into the starting point, left the Murloc Shoal, and returned to reality.
This was Shawn's first failure, and it cooled his overheated head considerably.
"Just as I thought. These so-called dungeons aren't real dungeons after all! If you die in one, you're really dead. I have to be careful. Staying alive comes first!"
Shawn felt deeply ashamed of his recklessness. He spent a full three seconds feeling ashamed, then closed his eyes and began to think.
Compared to the Kobold Den, the Murloc Shoal was several levels more difficult. Even considering how much stronger Shawn had become, it was clear that the Kobold Den could be cleared, while the Murloc Shoal seemed absolutely impossible for him to clear with his current strength.
But was that really the case?
Shawn thought it over carefully and decided it couldn't be.
At first, the Portal of Time and Space had displayed only one option: "Kobold Den." Shawn had been able to clear that dungeon.
Then, because of his class advancement quest, a second option had appeared: "Stromgarde, 2,800 Years Ago." Clearly, the class advancement quest could be completed too.
The "Murloc Shoal" option hadn't appeared after Shawn finished his class advancement quest. It had appeared after he cleared the Kobold Den. Perhaps that meant the Portal of Time and Space, or the Space Garrison, believed that after clearing the Kobold Den, Shawn was strong enough to clear the Murloc Shoal.
But after clearing the Kobold Den, apart from getting the white-quality common items "Kobold Shaman Wizard Staff" and "Dalaran Wizard Robe," as well as two free attribute points, Shawn hadn't received anything else. What made the Space Garrison think he was strong enough to clear the Murloc Shoal?
Oh, right. He'd gotten one more thing, namely...
"Kobold War Horn (Westfall)!"
Shawn's eyes suddenly lit up.
Could that Kobold War Horn be the deciding factor in clearing the Murloc Shoal?
And the Kobold War Horn only worked on Kobolds. Didn't that mean...
Shawn sprang to his feet.
Thinking of the situation in Westfall, the Jangolode Mine occupied by Kobolds wasn't far from the Gold Coast occupied by Murlocs. So...
Could there be a Kobold tribe near the Murloc Shoal too?
Shawn couldn't wait any longer. He hurried into the Space Garrison and went to the Portal of Time and Space.
Entering the Portal of Time and Space required spending a certain amount of garrison resources to set it up each time. Shawn had no idea how the amount of garrison resources required was calculated.
The first time had cost ten garrison resources, and the second time had cost ten as well. This time, entering the Murloc Shoal required fifteen.
He'd already entered once before, and entering a second time had nearly drained what little garrison resources Shawn had left. After entering the Murloc Shoal, he immediately ran in the opposite direction from the Murlocs.
Although Shawn's constitution still wasn't as strong as an adult human's, it was decent enough. Half an hour later, just as he'd hoped, he spotted a mine entrance, guarded by two Kobolds.
Shawn hesitated briefly, but soon made up his mind and took out the Kobold War Horn.
He'd hesitated because the Kobold War Horn only worked properly in Westfall. It would still have an effect on Kobolds outside Westfall, but not much of one.
He'd made up his mind because, to his surprise, the Murloc Shoal seemed a little like one corner of the Gold Coast, and the mine before him looked a lot like Jangolode Mine... even though the landscape here was clearly different from Westfall.
Could the place Shawn was in actually be Jangolode Mine in Westfall?
Just on a different timeline, in a Westfall from another time and space?
Shawn had no idea what was going on.
He decided to give it a try.
Even if it failed, the Kobolds couldn't outrun him. He'd still have time to make it back to the starting point.
With that thought, Shawn blew the Kobold War Horn.
It seemed fate was always fond of transmigrators.
As soon as he blew the Kobold War Horn, the two Kobolds at the entrance to Jangolode Mine turned red-eyed. They dropped the shabby mining picks in their hands, rushed over to Shawn, and fell to their knees with a thud, prostrating themselves before him and shouting in the Kobold language.
"!@#@!#￥%#￥..."
Although Shawn couldn't understand a single word, that didn't stop him from using his gift of persuasion.
Shawn roared, his voice like a blazing fire that set every Kobold who heard it alight.
Elderly Kobolds, young Kobolds, and adult Kobolds all rushed out of the mine.
All the Kobolds were of one heart. Under the leadership of the great Warbringer, they would reclaim the ancient glory of the Westfall Kobolds!
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