novelraw Chapter 434: Recruiting The Undermarsh Murlocs
Chapter 434: Recruiting The Undermarsh Murlocs
Chapter 434: Recruiting The Undermarsh MurlocsAt the same time that the Murloc Shaman was healing his brother, I turned around to look at Paliseth who seemed amused by that very act. Your reinforcement came a lot faster than I had expected.
Well, thats because theres nothing more important than your holiness. Paliseth withdrew her gaze at this point then smiled at me. Seeing your holiness safe and sound fills me with a great sense of relief.
Like those fishes had any chance of ever hurting me. With the Devil King Idol at my beck and call, their assault was never really going to be a real problem. Having said that, I smiled back at Paliseth. So how should we deal with them?
Does your holiness despise them? We can just kill them all if your holiness desires it so. She said with a smile on her face, though I couldnt see a shred of levity in her eyes then. If your holiness does not wish to dirty his hands, Paliseth is more than happy to do the deed.
No no dont kill us The Murloc Shaman hastily chimed in, having overheard us talking while he was busy healing his brother. He waved his hands about in utter terror, any thoughts of healing completely forgotten at this point. I beg of you, please do not kill us we are very, very dirty no matter who kills us, they will definitely dirty their hands
But us Dark Elves dont mind getting our hands dirty Paliseth tilted her head and said with a smile. Other than dying, how else do you expect trash to show their worth?
nooo we are very useful, absolutely useful The Murloc Shaman was practically weeping at this point as he said that. He was clearly frightened out of his fishy scales, having gone so far as to kowtow and beg for his life. I beg of you, spare us we are really useful
Without even finishing his sentence, the Murloc Shaman started crawling over to hug my legs. Unfortunately, he was swiftly kicked away by a sharp-eyed Zurnalin.
Disgusting fool, stay away from his holiness. Zurnalin unsheathed her sword and waved it menacingly at the shaman. The next time I see you approach his holiness without permission, that will be your last!
cries
but I dont want to die From his makeshift fishball shape, the Murloc Shaman finally came to a tumbling halt a few meters away. This time, he cried. He was really crying hard too. Droplet after large droplet started falling from his otherwise vicious looking large eyes. The sound he was producing right now could only be described as horrific. Whatever definition the word horrific held, it needed to at least be doubled in order to fully describe the grating noises he was producing right now.
Thankfully, this crying did not last very long, at least not to the point where we lost our patience. Perhaps the impending danger of his situation had finally awakened whatever dormant intelligence he had left in him, but the next time he spoke, he cut right straight to the heart of this problem. As long as you do not kill us, we can provide a host of benefits
Seeing him try so hard to justify his own worth, I suddenly had this urge to laugh at him. I gently reached out to ruffle Jezseres silver hair and said, Oh? Go on and tell us then.
The Murloc Shaman paused in thought for a second then suddenly lifted his head up. We can gather resources for you. Theres no one more familiar with swamps than us. As long as its something that can be found within the Fluorescent Marsh, we will get it.
We have the Duergars as slaves. They dont fare much worse than your race in the swamps. And they are completely obedient to us as well. Paliseth gave the shaman a bemused look as she eyed him up and down. Compared to your race, I would much rather trust the Duergars.
The Duergars as a race were weaker than the Murlocs, and much more obedient. After generations of slavery, they had already become accustomed to serving the Dark Elves. For low-skilled labor, the only thing better than a Duergar were the undead who didnt require rest or food. After all, these Duergars were the kind of slaves that you only needed to feed once a day. Even if you starved them to death, they would never try to fight back. They were climate resistant, sickness resistant, and had a high efficiency to food ratio. More importantly, they would never protest their treatment. Was there anything more a slave owner could ask for?
Raising Duergar slaves could be said to be a zero risk, high profit venture. Once theyve been trained, they could basically be left to their own devices and they will just keep on working. The Murlocs were different. Not only were they hard to train, they were warlike and not easy to manage. More importantly, they couldnt leave the waters for long. A Murloc that did not receive any water replenishment for a long time would die of dehydration. They werent actually a terrestrial race after all. It was impossible to keep them on land for long without them falling sick as well. But if they were to be set free in the water that was just returning a tiger to its den a really bad idea.
We can rear fish as well! The Murloc Shaman raised his neck a little as he said that, as if he was really proud of that fact He must have been really confident in his own races ability to rear fish. I bet he thinks hes some bigshot now that he pulled out the fish rearing card.
Unfortunately for him, Paliseth was more than ready to burst his bubble with her needle of a rebuttal. You mean your fish rearing technique that cant even meet your own clans needs?
We we can reproduce really fast! We can even give birth twice in a year! The Murloc Shaman was clearly scraping the bottom of his fish barrel at this point, given that he even tried to turn reproducing fast into a benefit. Unfortunately for him, Paliseth would never accept this as a reason to keep them. Rather, it would be more accurate to say that this high reproductive rate was the main drawback of their race. The Murloc Shaman was still oblivious to this fact and continued bragging about this. As long as you give us time, we can raise a thousand, no, ten thousand Murloc warriors!
Hes basically on cloud nine right now, isnt he? Why the heck would we want you to reproduce so fast for? Just to create another problem for ourselves?! Give it a few years and the streets of the city would be filled with your fishy smell, now that would be unpleasant
Paliseth clearly knew of this problem as well, that was why she came to such a swift decision. Why do we even need you to reproduce so much for? So you can start a rebellion within our own city? I think Ill just kill you all now.
Noooo dont kill us well do whatever you say
Paliseth blinked her eyes. Anything?
Thats right, anything. Even if you want me to want me to The Murloc Shaman raised his head at that point and looked right at Paliseth, then recoiled in disgust. Even if you want me to be your mate, I wont resist
The moment I heard the word mate, my lips immediately curled to the side. Dang it, why are you even acting all reluctant for? We should be the ones who wait, I guess it only makes sense that you would be reluctant Hold on, so those Dark Elves are actually mad enough to do it with a fish? Actually, scrap that. Theyve already done it with a magical beast after all.
Paliseth wasnt angered at all by his reluctance. Instead, she began contemplating the possibilities of his suggestion. I wonder if a Murlocs bloodline can produce an offspring who can breath underwater
What the fish so youre really considering his offer then I I
Hmm with regards to mating, theres no need for you to worry about that front at all. We were planning to do so anyway.
So youre telling him to just lie down and enjoy the ride then how is that any different from surprise procreation? You Dark Elves
Even though Paliseth held the bearing of an upper-class lady, the reality was that she spoke like a typical underworld mob boss. The way she so nonchalantly talked about mating not only shocked me but also the Murloc Shaman as well.
Youre going to force yourselves on me? The fishhead that he was immediately covered up his crotch as he said that. However, he was powerless to stop it and could only resort to a last futile attempt at resistance. You may have my fish body, but you will never have my fish heart. I I will never surrender
Those Dark Elves are all top class beauties and you actually dont want to what the fish is going on here?! Just let me do it, I promise Ill be more than happy to oblige.
Just like that, our little comedy skit continued for a good long while until the Murloc Clanleader was once again revived. By that time, the Undermarsh Murlocs were officially servants of the Shadowhunter Clan, my slaves in short. Naturally, that wasnt to say that I was planning to stay here for long. In other words, Paliseth was the actual owner of these new slaves.
In actuality, there was a logic behind this fishy madness. The Shadowhunter Clan was now facing immense pressure because of war. The Minotaurs and the Harpies were running amok just 50 km south of their city. Even though the Shadowhunter Clan clearly didnt fear the combined armies of those two races, the fact was that wars would result in casualties. Enemy casualties werent an issue at all, the problem was that they had to die as well.
More importantly, why were the Minotaurs suddenly acting up, even going so far as to ally with the Harpies? Lest one forgot, the Harpies had a horrible reputation even in the Underdepths.
The Harpies had no males so they had to rely on capturing males from other races in order to procreate. This manner of forced procreation wasnt a short term matter either. While the victim still had some time to rest in between sessions, the fact was that the majority of their time would now be spent procreating even a Dragon would collapse under that kind of pressure.
Naturally, this arrangement would continue till the victim finally died from exhaustion.
To be honest, I was really against this custom. I once talked to Ellena about this matter. It was my hope that they would come up with another alternative instead. And if that wasnt possible, they could at least only target enemies, and not their allies.
Long story short, the thought of Minotaurs and Harpies coming together to form an alliance was just unthinkable. The Minotaurs were one of the victims of the Harpies as well. Logically speaking, there should be an unbridgeable gap between the two races. Yet the reality was that these two very races were now attacking the Shadowhunter Clan in concert So the true question was this: exactly who had the power to force these two otherwise warring races into an alliance?