The two parties

Katak and the Murloks that were with him had a very simple task. Yet only half a day into it and he's already worrying. "This can't be normal, the Murloks… they abandoned this camp." 

Even Isaac, who only saw dots on his screen, was skeptical. "They likely retreated to a much safer region, further down the river. We did kill off most of their leaders, it seems that we scared them off." 

His conclusion made the most sense considering the information that he had. Katak and his group would tredge onward. Katak was confident if anything, knowing that the Murlok forces have retreated simply means that they've won in their first bout. 

"They must've followed the flow of the river, we're moving ahead. We can not disappoint our lord." Katak puffed out his chest as he said this. 

Each party that Isaac sent out has one of the basic Murlok professions, aside from the Spine-Thrower that he hasn't tested out just yet. The Militia was equipped with a bone shield and a stone or bone machete. While smaller than the berserker, they worked well as a sort of skirmishing unit. 

The Murlok Enchanter has two spells, its attack spell that consists of a Greenish orb that hits for a bit of poison and acid along with its channeled ability that strengthens up to two nearby allies. Slower and weaker than its peers, it rounds up the party as a support.

Finally the heavy hitter, the Murlok Berserker. Much stronger and more resilient than their peers, they carry either a much larger Bone-machete or a mace. The usual target for the Enchanter's channeled spell.

Fwishhh. Tnkk. 

Katak's arrow would pierce through the inside of the mouth of another crocodile as his group continued their move. The Enchanter and Militia would dive and swim through the river every now and then to scope out the danger. Acting like hounds underwater, jumping up or simply pointing towards the creatures of the river.

Their first day would end underneath a tree, with fish and a bit of crocodile meat skewers.

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Lance, the spearman and his group had a rough start to their journey. With no guide and just his instincts to guide them, only 2 hours away from the camp and they already encountered their first opponents. Monkeys with skin that's almost as hard as stone.

Lance's spear almost broke the first time that he got attacked by one. The group of Murloks with him did their jobs, but one of them, the Militia, has already broken his shield-bearing arm. 

Stone-skinned monkeys moved in groups of 10 to 12, this meant that even with the spellcaster backing him, Lance's group was severely outnumbered. But it wasn't a matter of numbers, it was about the quality of the troops involved. The buffed up Murlok Berserker lived up to its name, while Lance and the smaller Militia kept the monkeys away from the enchanter the Berserker went all out and ravaged the primates.

The monkeys were forced to retreat, outmatched by the small scouting group.

Isaac was only aware that they had gotten attacked, but with all of his units still standing it was up to Lance whether they wanted to continue or not. At the sight of one injured ally and more forest to venture into, the spearman decided to keep going. 

Lance and his group would soon reach a clearing, one that had footsteps coming from animals that are different from the common wildlife that they encountered near the main camp. 

"We camp here… tonight!" Lance speaks with a little less tact than his fellow soldiers. Though this didn't mean that he was stupid, he just lacked the capacity to speak in a clear manner most of the time. 

"We… do not fight… big. We fight! Only small! Weak!" 

Isaac was using this party as a buffer, simple scouts. He expects them to return in 4 days after finding out more about the surrounding area. Isaac would finally build the Mine that he wanted on the 8th day while gathering enough material to finally upgrade his training facility. 

"Upgrade or stockpile resources?" These were the options that Isaac had, but in his mind upgrading was key. "I need better units, the mine is only step one."

Isaac's expectations were at an all time high. With his current rate of unit and resource production a large army would soon be at hand. 'Then it's just a matter of finding a magic orb, I wonder if that hero can be comparable to the summons that Grandpa Tony has.'

Isaac could finally sleep peacefully at night, knowing that the Murloks were no longer a threat to him. But of course, with no knowledge of the coming dangers Isaac was in for another humbling experience. "With the creatures in the forest, I can only imagine the new kinds of basic units that I can have."