In the overseas archipelago, at the bottom of the sea between the three main islands, lies a giant fish-man city - Naspura.

Naspra is built on flat ground on the seabed, using granite mined from the seabed as a building material.

The layout of the houses in the city is distributed in a circle, and the higher the buildings are, and because of their age, most of the houses are covered with dark green seaweed, and it is no longer clear that the houses were built in the first place.

The only exception is the towering stone towers in the very center of the city, which are conical in shape, clean and tidy in appearance, and exude a faint wave of magic.

This is the abode of Naspura's owner, Cross-Clawrak Seacaller, and the "Mage Tower" of the legendary Fish-Man Mage.

It's just that, no matter what the level is, this stone tower is far from meeting the standard of the Mage Tower, at best, it can only be regarded as a luxurious residence enchanted with cleansing techniques.

This is due to the fact that the Transjal Rak Sea Caller has no technical information related to the construction of the Mage Tower, so he can only make a tall tower of its own shape to fill the façade.

Although the Mage Tower is almost an empty shell in terms of enchantment, the guards in it are extremely good, and those mutant fishmen who patrol all have high-level strength.

With the power of his legendary mages and a large number of mutated minions, the Crossclaw Rak Sea Caller rules Naspra and all the surrounding seas.

The fish-people in the city are either the subordinates of the Sea Caller or the experimental objects of its preparation.

Although the Sea Caller is known for its brutality, it provides a safe living environment for the fish people who are in danger.

Naspra thus became a sacred place for the fishmen of the overseas archipelago, until the appearance of Whitescale City took its place.

In the Naspra Council Hall, Crossclaw Lak sits high on the multicolored coral throne, listening to the quarrels of his subordinates below.

"That damn white-skinned lizard! dare to offend our great master! ”

"That's right! Enter the White Scale City, set foot on the White Castle, and let the world know that only the great sea caller is the true master of the overseas islands!"

"Arrest those damned fish-man traitors!

"Catch the white-skinned lizard alive, cut off the wings, and pull the cart for the great co-owner of all the fishmen!"

The indignation and sycophancy of his subordinates put Straclaw Rak to good use, squinting his eyes and leaning comfortably against the Coral Throne.

But the fanciful touting did not make Crossclaw Rak lose his mind, in fact, it only enjoyed the pleasure of being praised, and was not interested in the substance of his subordinates' words.

Because it is a fish-man tyrant and dictator, the Cross-Claw Rak Seacaller, who has never trusted only his own judgment.

The Fishman Legendary Mage was thinking about a feasible plan to attack the White Castle.

First of all, there are no fewer fishmen in White Scale City than Naspura, and the white dragon is a mage dragon, who knows how many magic traps it has laid in its own lair, just like itself.

Crossing the claws of Rak felt a little headache, but the White Castle had to fight, otherwise it would be difficult to sleep and eat at the thought of the white dragon that had grown up.

Suddenly, Crossclaw's heart tightened, and he felt something.

"Stop!"

After stopping his dogs from barking, Crossclaw Rak stood up and turned left and right all the way to a dark chamber deep in Naspura.

At the center of the chamber is a red-and-black altar with a terrifying statue of a dragon.

Cross-clawed Rak bent down and performed a mage salute to the statue.

"Messenger, I have completed the task you have assigned, and you can send someone to fetch it at any time. ”

In the darkness, a low, reverberating voice rang out: "You're doing a great job, but I'm not here for it." ”

Cross-Clawed Rak was puzzled when he heard this, waiting for the mysterious voice to follow.

"I'm here to remind you that in the next period of time, all actions must be taken with caution, and you must not show any sloppiness, especially not to take revenge on the white dragon. ”

"Emissary!Why?!"

"Our preparations are almost complete, this time is the time to avoid extraneous complications, once you attract the attention of those fellows and cause your master's plan to fail, you are ready to face the wrath of your master!"

Straclaw Rak shuddered at the thought of a terrifying being.

"As you wish. ”

Three months later, the white dragon's body had fully recovered, and it lay on the crystal throne, thinking about the current situation.

For three months, everything has been business as usual in the White Castle's sphere of influence, and the Fishman Legendary Mage has not moved for a long time, which makes the White Dragon puzzled.

With the strength of the legendary mage, there is no reason to be afraid of the White Castle at all, and since he has already offended to death, there is no need to care about the Nine Eyes Alliance.

However, due to the lack of information, even if the white dragon wanted to break his head, he couldn't think of a reason why the sea caller would not retaliate against the white castle.

"Gulgaru, what do you think?"

Due to the extermination of one of the two powerful neighbors by the fishmen, and the heavy losses of the other soldier, no one can threaten Bailey City, so the mercenary career of the White Castle army is also over, and Gulgaru has returned to the White Castle.

"Master, I am also confused, but no matter what the enemy is, as long as we are stronger than them, then we have nothing to fear. ”

The contemplative white dragon's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he thought about it.

"Well, you have a point, I'm the one who got into the horns, instead of guessing the enemy's thoughts out of thin air, it's better to develop your own strength, as long as you're strong, the White Castle will not be afraid of any challenge. ”

With a decision in his mind, Amos stopped thinking nonsense, stood up, and walked out of the hall, the two-headed ogre chief close behind.

The white dragon walked to the edge of the White Castle platform and looked down at the scenery below.

Fearing the attack of the Sea Summoners, the White Dragon Lord ordered his dependents to strengthen their vigilance.

In the forest, trolls with maces roam back and forth, and gnolls with bows and crossbows hide in every corner.

On the moat, the fishmen form small teams, patrolling back and forth, and it is not known how many secret posts are hidden underwater.

In the residence of the dependents below the White Castle, elite ogres wearing full-body armor guard all intersections, vigilant against all the winds and grasses around them.

But the most brutal is the team of spellcasters hidden inside the White Castle, with thirty high-level spellcasters as the core and five hundred middle-level casters as the main body, the magic guide army is definitely the strongest force under the White Dragon.

In the face of such a large number of mage legions, even legendary mages have to weigh up.

Amos looked at the powerful guards of the White Castle and felt very proud, because most of these professionals were cultivated by the White Castle itself.

"Gulgaru, go down, the alert level has been lowered by one level. ”

Unbeknownst to Amos, a terrifying storm was brewing in a dark corner it could not see, and the White Castle was within the storm's range.

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Chapter 115: Shadows