บท 58: Reforged Chapter 58: Behold My Triple Shot
In the bay, more than a dozen fishing boats rode the rising tide, racing towards the mouth of the bay. Their speed was so fast that the few Naga scouts positioned on the outskirts hardly had time to react.
All the elite warriors had been called into the bay, leaving only a few Naga and Murlocs outside. They barely had time to react before Duke's magic crushed them.
The fishermen bravely steered their boats towards the mouth of the bay, unafraid of the looming danger. As the tide pushed their boats sideways, they quickly pulled the plugs from the bottom of their boats with long ropes, allowing massive amounts of seawater to pour in. They then seized the opportunity to dive into the sea and swiftly swam back to the rescue boats where Marco awaited.
The whole process was completed in one swift motion, almost before the Gray Scale Naga troops could comprehend what was happening.
It was only when the ten or so boats had completely blocked the narrow bay entrance that Duke stood on top of the largest boat and issued his extremely arrogant proclamation.
"Did I hear this place is great for farming mobs?"
At first, the Gray Scale Naga and the Murlocs under their control had no idea what this meant. In their eyes, attempting to block their escape route with a few old boats was laughable.
However, their laughter soon died down.
Level 2 spell: Darsson's Chilling Chamber!
A low-level spell, but its effectiveness depended on who was using it. If it had been the old Duke, there would be no impressive effects no matter how many times he cast it.
But now, Duke was an Earth Mage with a perfect Arcane Circuit!
With a fierce shout, Duke unleashed a terrifyingly cold aura that exploded around him. Freezing the moving seawater was a difficult task, so Duke used the sunken boats as a framework. The ice-bound seawater was trapped by the boats, which in turn became support for more ice.
Layers upon layers of ice formed an enormous ice dam, completed in the blink of an eye.
The Naga and Murlocs had barely blinked when they saw Duke standing atop a frozen throne more than three meters above the water's surface, looking down with a calm and composed gaze at the Gray Scale Naga and Murlocs struggling in the bay.
In the next moment, his signature 108 Mage Hands materialized in the air.
At that moment, Duke's presence was so overwhelming, so dazzling that he seemed like an Ice Mage God descending from the heavens.
Near the mouth of the bay, a male Naga who had tried to attack Duke was now trapped in ice from the waist down. He let out a series of deep wails, desperately striking the ice with the three arms he could still move.
"Silence!" Duke raised a cold brow, and one of the Mage Hands in the air formed a pointing gesture. An efficient Arcane Missile shot through the male Naga's mouth, piercing through the back of his head and spraying a burst of blood. The Naga let out its final whimper as its massive body wavered before collapsing onto the ice with a crash.
For a moment, silence enveloped the battlefield.
All who bore witness to this scene seemed to have forgotten the passage of time and everything else around them.
Marco and the other mercenaries and fishermen stopped their movements unconsciously. The air they breathed in, in addition to the salty sea breeze and the biting cold of the ice, seemed to carry a certain invigorating, hot, and legendary taste.
Were all mages this powerful?
Or was it just Duke Marcus who was this strong?
...
Although every eye on the ship was focused on the overly young figure, Marco didn't forget the situation at hand—he took a step forward, blocking the view between the daydreaming helmsman and Duke.
He drew his dagger, slashed in the opposite direction, and ordered in a deep voice, "What are you waiting for? Turn around immediately; we'll wait for your triumphant return. Losing a fisherman is a disgrace to your reputation, isn't it?"
His subordinates snapped to attention, quickly steering and setting sail away from the scene.
Inside the bay, the brief lull in the battle resumed.
As had happened with Old Blind and Fish Spear, the murlocs under the command of the Grey Scale Naga collapsed immediately upon seeing Duke's many Mage Hands.
Crying, shouting, and making all sorts of unintelligible noises, thousands of murlocs became a chaotic mess in the bay.
"Yal'olah'oh (In the name of the mighty Sea God, the hundred-handed reaper, attack!)" Old Blind and Fish Spear led their troops in a swift counterattack, slicing through the Grey Scale Naga's murlocs like a hot knife through butter.
It was total chaos!
Even though Grey Scale Naga theoretically had the upper hand in high-end combat power, the female Grey Scale Naga priestess knew that if Duke subdued all the murlocs under her command, then the hundreds of Naga would be wiped out as well. She ordered her strongest male Naga warriors to continue their assault on Vala while she personally led her troops in a charge towards the mouth of the bay.
Duke had to be taken down; a gap needed to be created.
Once Duke, the last hope of the Rage Scale Naga, was defeated, everything would return to normal.
Seeing the charging Naga, Duke sneered.
"Hey, system sprite, what's the evaluation result of the plan I proposed last time to simultaneously shoot Arcane Missiles with Mage Hands?"
With the system sprite, he effectively gained the benefit of multiple casting, with the only difference being in power.
"After testing the host's arcane circuitry, it is recommended that the host does not exceed 80 shots per Arcane Missile volley."
Arcane Missiles in Azeroth were slightly different. As a single Arcane Missile had low power, they were generally shot in sets of three in a trigram shape to ensure damage.
Therefore, one shot was three missiles.
"80 shots? Let's just reduce it to 36 shots then."
The numerous Mage Hands formed a winged shape behind Duke. Raising his right hand, he forcefully swung it down.
As if obeying a commander's orders, the Mage Hands in the void turned their palms simultaneously and fired a hundred shots. Fists of arcane energy, radiating potent destructive force, expanded and the resulting blue-purple glow intensely stimulated the Naga's eyes.
With 36 Mage Hands per wave, three waves of Mage Hands fired incessantly.
Without deliberately aiming, Duke poured the Arcane Missile barrage into the densest area of the Naga.
Naga scales, like iron sheets, were effective against physical attacks, but they clearly could not withstand Duke's Arcane Missiles. The polarized Arcane Missiles visually resembled long, magical spears, tearing the Naga's bodies to shreds with reckless abandon.
Dozens of heavy and sharp tridents were shattered, and over a hundred sturdy bodies were pierced. If the bay had been previously filled with mostly murloc blood, the massive blood pool now had new members joining—the blood of the Grey Scale Naga!
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