"Lord Viscount, it's not in vain to go out this time, this monster is a little different from the previous ones, I don't want them to have no brains like that. ”

As soon as he entered the cave, Bourcho asked Eric for credit.

"Oh, a fish monster with a brain, can it mean something?"

"Of course, you can, and you can even use the language of the fish-man more clearly. ”

When it was Bourcho's turn to play again, he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

"I can still understand some of what it says, and with a little time, I can basically understand it. ”

"Okay, it's up to you, I've got to pry something out of its mouth. ”

Capturing a fish-man who has a certain amount of intelligence and can communicate will be much more convenient to judge the fish-man's weaknesses and obtain information.

"Well, Bourcho. ”

Eric prepares the first questions for Bourcho.

"Ask them if there is any tribe of fishmen nearby. ”

"Okay"

Knox responded immediately, pulling Goluo Goluo, who had been wrapped in a rice dumpling, and opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

“......”

"What's wrong, Bourcho?"

Seeing Bourcho's dead look, Viscount Eric on the side was a little puzzled.

"Hurry up and ask first. ”

"This ...... Lord Viscount, I don't speak the language of the fish-people!"

Bourcho was embarrassed, especially embarrassed, and although it could understand the language of the system, it could not speak.

"How, you're not ......"

"I can understand that, but as soon as I speak, I get dumb, this ......"

"So what's the use of us catching this monster?"

"Actually, Lord Viscount, it's not that I can't say it at all. It's just that...... Just reading and listening to understand and think that something is helping me, I can easily express it in words. ”

"But if I speak another language myself, although I know the pronunciation, I can't say it, and even if I say it, it may not be correct. ”

"If I really want to be able to speak a foreign language, I think I'll have to do it for a while. ”

Struggling to feel the inheritance in his mind, Bourcho finally figured out some of his abilities and hurriedly explained to Viscount Eric.

"That's okay, Zelin's injuries are serious, we guess we'll have to stay here for a while. ”

"Yes, Lord Viscount!"

"In short, the sooner the better, but don't understand ambiguity either. ”

Viscount Eric was still a little uneasy, so he advised.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

Zelin's complexion has improved a lot, at least he doesn't look like a dead man.

"Lord Viscount, I just asked, there is indeed a fish-man tribe on this island, but there is no tribe near us, this is a fish-man who has been lost from the tribe. ”

In the past few days, Bourcho's level of fish-man language has improved by leaps and bounds, and he can be regarded as able to communicate on a daily basis. stumbled, and also asked the question that the viscount had explained.

"Do all of their tribes have intelligence, or are they all like those stupid fish monsters?"

"According to him, they all have some intelligence, and they will definitely not be like simple beasts. ”

"In other words, the fish monsters that attacked us with no intelligence at all are probably not the products of their tribe, or even something that made them?

Eric couldn't believe the fish monsters and the similar-looking, even uglier Goluo.

"That's what I want to say, Lord Viscount, and he says that he wasn't disgusting at all, but more like a combination of a fish and a frog, and a human body. The tentacles and rifts, including the exposed flesh, were created by accident. ”

"I don't know what it does, but no matter how you look at it, it's limited in its ability to think, it's monotonous, and it shouldn't be deceiving. ”

Bourcho also communicated with the fish-man for three days, and more or less figured out the details of his mood.

"So did it become this way and be banished before leaving the tribe, or did it mutate on its own after leaving the tribe?"

"I'll have to ask again, wait a moment, Lord Viscount. ”

Eric's sudden question stumped Bourcho, and he quickly turned and walked towards the fish-man in the corner.

(When did you become like this, before or after you left the tribe?)"

(After leaving the tribe, it rained blood, and perhaps the punishment of the messengers of the deep came upon us again.) ）”

"Messenger of the Deep?"

Hearing the words, Bourcho frowned.

(What does the Deepsea Emissary look like?)"

(I don't remember exactly, we never saw them for what they were, only that they were tall snakes that wanted to raise their heads.) ）”

"Snakes?"

Bourgeo thought of something bad, and his face changed.

"Alright, so be it. ”

His voice was a little impatient, and when he saw that he said it directly in the lingua franca, and regardless of whether Goluo Goro could understand it or not, he hurried towards Viscount Eric.

Goluo Goluo was very surprised and depressed.

There is a creature on this island that can stand on two legs even if it is unexpectedly a fish-man, and this creature also has a variety of abilities that can easily catch itself. The most important thing is that it turns out that a fat man who doesn't know anything, after three days of contact, Fishman can actually communicate with himself, which is really strange.

As for depression, what could be more depressing than being on the hook while scouting the enemy, beaten and beaten up, and being tied up tightly every day?

But this feels quite strange, this group of guys called "people" seems to be from the outside world.

For the freshwater fish-man Goluo, the farthest place is only the border of the island, and the farthest person is just a brutal messenger of the deep sea.

Mainland, maybe the big island? He doesn't have that concept. For him in the past, the end of the sea was still the ocean, and the rest of the place did not exist.

But then again, it doesn't want to run away now, one is to have someone to communicate with, although it always feels like it's inferior to him, it's much better than staying in a group of dumb melons.

Second, in order to get out the information, and he was afraid that he would escape, he was wrapped tightly, so he could only personally deliver food to his mouth.

"Viscount! ”

Without waiting to get closer to Viscount Eric, Bourcho cried out.

"What's the matter, Bourcho, so flustered. ”

"This fish-man named Goluo Goluo only became like this after leaving the tribe, and the culprit is a bloody rain, I guess the tribe fish-people have all turned into the kind of monsters that attacked us. ”

"Well, that's bad news, but it's not that the fish-man tribe is still some way away from us, and if you're careful, you won't run into these monsters before you leave. ”

Hearing the news, Eric's brow furrowed even deeper, and he quickly explained to Knox.

"Knox, we'd better stock up on some food as soon as possible, but remember to avoid going too far. Bourcho, you ...... too"

"No, no, no, there's more than one piece of bad news. ”

Bourgeo swallowed and continued in that trembling voice.

"The fish monster also mentions the messenger of the deep sea. ”

"Messenger of the Deep?"

"He is the one whom these fishmen fear and admire the most, and, according to Gologolo, the messenger of the deep is also holding something, swimming like a snake, and I suspect this is the Storm Apostle we have ever met.

"Storm Apostle?"

Viscount Eric's brows were tightly locked, and his face became extremely ugly.