Duke didn't know. But he could guess that since the Nagas all originated from the high elf Queen Azshara and her direct nobles, this should be the name of a more noble clan among the Nagas.
You know what, as soon as this name came out, those stupid fishmen really shuddered and trembled all over, and cast suspicious eyes on Duke, the "sea messenger".
"Hmph!" Duke snorted coldly!
He didn't know why the murlocs would kneel down to him, but it was probably related to the wizard's Hand he created.
Isn't it just more than hands?
Come on, come on! Who is afraid of who?
Duke raised his hand and the system wizard linkage was immediately activated.
Even though Hand of the wizard becomes a level 2 spell after being enhanced, the energy consumption and requirements of this spell are both those of a low-level level 0 trick!
In an instant, a thousand wizard hands flashing with blue arcane light, neatly arranged in a mysterious winged formation, floated in the air.
This momentum is absolutely first-class and powerful.
The only thing that made Duke dumbfounded was the gestures of these wizards' hands - why were they all raising their middle fingers?
What is a forest of middle fingers? This is a forest of middle fingers!
The glaring middle finger exudes supreme contempt and disdain.
"Hey! What's going on? Why are they all middle fingers?" Duke roared at the system AI in his heart.
"Well, this is the gesture I detected most often from the host. I accidentally set it as the starting gesture for Hand of the wizard."
"Change them! Change them all! Just use a normal palm from now on!"
"I will obey your will."
Fortunately, the internationally accepted hand gestures don't seem to be used here. No matter whether it's the Murloc or the Naga, no one can understand them.
However, the fish-man perfectly misinterpreted the hand gesture that Duke made.
Having been slaves of high-level aquatic creatures for tens of thousands of years, the fish people didn't remember much, but there was one gesture that they had to remember. The direction that the superior always pointed his finger in only represented one meaning - you scum, attack!
"Gaoaokaolaalaoh (This sea god has more hands, he is the real one. Kill low-level impostors)——"
Well, the six-armed Naga is more powerful than the four-armed one, and the eight-armed one is more awesome than the six-armed one.
Anyway, in the simple brain circuits of the fishmen, whoever has more hands is the boss. Duke has a total of 1000 hands. Duke is definitely the authentic ancient sea god!
Whether Duke himself believed it or not, the fish people all believed it!
Duke's hundreds of magic hands seemed to have injected a kind of power into the hearts of these somewhat stupid creatures, a power called confidence. In the most prosperous era of marine life, it was them that dominated the entire Azeroth. The sea monsters with multiple arms were like flags on the battlefield. Where they were, that was the will of the sea - absolutely invincible!
In contrast to the hide-and-seek "battle" just now, the fishmen became a hundred times more courageous and swarmed towards the Nagas.
The murlocs are not a purely melee race. Some of them not only hold simple spears and other weapons, but there are also many murloc sages with magic lights in their hands.
The unscientific fact that the murlocs can use the magic [Frost Arrow] is also perfectly reflected in the world of Azeroth.
Compared with the murlocs, the Naga is definitely stronger, but this strength is not enough to ignore the number of murlocs.
The female Naga who was leading the group turned pale.
Not daring to ignore these crazy fishmen, the female Naga named Avis finally squeezed out a word from her mouth: "Go!"
With the ocean behind them, they dared not turn back, so they could only risk rushing to the mouth of a small river on Duke's left, trying to seek refuge in the interior of the Western Wilderness.
A smile appeared on Duke's lips. He did not stop this group of Nagas. Instead, the finger of the wizard's hand remained pointing towards the group of Nagas behind!
The murloc engaged in battle with the Naga behind him. Even if he didn't lose completely, he would still be defeated.
Many male Nagas wielding huge tridents danced their weapons like a whirlwind, and each blow could split at least one murloc in half. However, the murlocs were shocked by their fearlessness and bravery.
Once upon a time, if one of the murlocs was stabbed lightly, the rest would run away screaming. But now? Although fear and terror can still be seen in their eyes, it can be clearly felt that they are dominated by a deeper fear and a stronger will.
Everything obviously originated from the human being on the beach with many hands of light floating around him!
"How dare you! A mere human dare to command our Naga servants to attack us!?" The largest Naga leader was angry!
Completely ignoring the icy arrows of the Murloc Sage, he swung the trident wildly, sweeping it three times in a row, dyeing the surrounding sea surface red with the blood and internal organs of the Murlocs.
He swung his long, sea-snake-like tail violently, creating a clear white wave mark on the rippling blue sea that stretched from far to near!
In just twenty seconds, he had killed his way through the entire line of fishmen, reached the shore, and rushed to within ten steps of Duke.
"Insignificant human! Pay the price for blaspheming the God of the Sea—the price is your life!"
Duke is actually quite weak in naval battles. As for swimming, he can only swim 50 meters in a pool by himself. Any further is like playing with a weight - why are you sinking in the water?
But the Naga who got ashore...haha!
The male Naga, who just seemed so majestic and looked as if "there are thousands of people as powerful as me", suddenly panicked.
He felt the moisture around him evaporating at a high speed.
Dwarven Scorching Furnace is activated!
Almost in an instant, the originally humid beach under his feet turned into a dry and hot death desert. The hot sand stimulated his unprotected snake belly, and the temperature soared in an instant, making him panic.
The water droplets on his scales disappeared with a "sizzle", leaving a large burn mark on his scales. It was as if thousands of invisible hands had dug out every water molecule in the gaps between his scales and even on his skin.
He could clearly see that his bloated body was shrinking rapidly. The water that he depended on the most for survival was being forcibly taken away, and his whole body seemed to be in a desperate blazing hell!
"No - what kind of evil magic is this!?" He screamed and tried to throw the trident to kill Duke with one move.
Dozens of blue hands appeared in the void, grabbing him before he could throw the trident. A strong force came from his palms, as if dozens of adult strong men were holding him down.
He was shocked to find that he couldn't move!