The leader of the octopus people apparently didn't expect that not only did I have intelligence, but I also had the same ability to communicate spiritually as they did.

I took advantage of this opportunity to put the octopus boy and his sand silkworm on the ground after a long day of hitchhiking, and asked him to find his own people.

The basin inhabited by the octopus people was apparently carefully chosen, with rocks on three sides to facilitate burrowing, and three or four hot springs at the edges, making the basin not as cold as elsewhere in the deep sea.

I don't know if it was naturally generated, or if it was specially cultivated by the octopus, but the rocks were full of glowing algae, and although it was only a dim glow, it was already a magnificent sight in the sea at a depth of seven or eight thousand meters.

The leader of the octopus people obviously couldn't understand why such a large clan as me appeared, and after a while, he asked with his mental power: Have you just woken up from your slumber?

me, this is treating my buddy as an undersea beast made by the Rogue people?

If it weren't for the three-headed python and the miner's behemoth, which have spanned three thousand years of sleep, I would have scoffed at the problem of the leader of the octopus, but I wouldn't dare to do it now, maybe he knew about the other beasts that were still asleep, waiting to be awakened.

No, I'm from somewhere else, and I've heard that I have my own people here, so I found them on purpose.

I don't know how much of the Rogge Empire has been handed down, but I didn't dare to admit it indiscriminately, but tried to get closer to the relationship between the two sides as much as possible, and tried to portray myself as a member of the Octopus Man.

The leader of the octopus pondered for a long time, and finally said with certainty that you must be a descendant of the same clan that migrated a few years ago, poor child, you have found a home!

Uh, it's all mixed up like this, and the octopus people have been divided?

The matter is too complicated, I don't know about it, I just said that I came here to defect to the clansmen, and as for the rest, I was completely ignorant.

The leader of the octopus people asked a few questions, and after I answered them randomly, I confirmed my identity - the descendants of an octopus people who split and migrated away years ago.

When he heard that I had no clans or companions, and had been living alone all along, the leader of the octopus sighed.

It's not that the octopus people are weak in guard, it's really the appearance of the same clan and clan, and they can use the means of spiritual power communication, these characteristics are too obvious, except for the classification of me into the octopus people, there is really no other possibility.

Besides, the octopus people can be considered abject poverty to me, and even if they have any bad thoughts, they have nothing worth doing with me.

With normal intelligence, a huge size, and a weapon in his tentacles that is difficult to match at first glance, this kind of strength, no matter where he stays, I'm afraid it's more comfortable than mixing with these octopus people.

The leader of the octopus people sees this clearly.

Still, the reaction between the twelve syllables thrilled the leader of the octopus, who apparently knew the secret.

Originally, if these octopus people had already lost the inheritance of wisdom and turned into ignorant underwater monsters, I wouldn't mind killing the leader directly and getting a new twelve-syllable, but they managed to save the spark of wisdom under extremely difficult circumstances, which made it impossible for me to do it.

Faced with the question of the leader of the octopus, I was happy to tell him that when I was following in the footsteps of my ancestors, I found three twelve-syllables!

This news is nothing to other ignorant octopus, and for the leader of the octopus, it is no less than igniting a cannon in his head.

In this way, my identity was further confirmed, and I was invited into the octopus man's cave as if I was one of my kind.

The cave was huge, and the entrance wasn't huge, but once I entered, I could see that the space inside was empty for a big guy like me.

The cave is almost excavated around the basin, and there are a lot of octopus people cubs hidden inside, and the little octopus people who can appear outside the cave are all half-sized, the kind that can already help their parents work.

At the top of the cave, a large number of fluorescent algae are also planted, which can provide a rare light source.

The leader of the octopus drove out all the people who had come in to hide from the attack, and told them to do whatever they wanted and not delay production.

I was a little surprised to look at the octopus man who was so busy that he didn't dare to delay a little time.

Even counting the cubs who can't leave the cave, the entire population is only about 2,000 people, and the large amount of algae planted in the basin and the large swarm of sand silkworms raised in the basin can definitely support more than 10,000 octopus people, why do they still work so hard, for fear of slacking off, as if they can't survive?

Through conversation, I realized that the living environment of the octopus people was many times worse than what I saw.

The first octopus people were created, and their ability to reproduce was indeed limited, but eventually they gave birth to offspring.

The Octopus Man's knowledge is inherited from the Rogue people, and this knowledge is like the software installed on the computer, which is written directly from the factory and does not need to be re-learned, which has the consequence that the octopus people do not know how to pass on their knowledge to future generations.

The inheritance of knowledge has been interrupted, and very few can be passed down, and only the skills that are convenient for teaching at the bottom of the sea have been passed on, and slowly, these skills have begun to be lost, until now, even if you drive the enforcer machine, only the patriarch can do it.

Moreover, the closed environment and the lack of material resources have slowly reduced the wisdom of the octopus population, until now, there is not much wisdom left of ordinary octopus people, well, but it has also reached the appropriate level of their living environment, and it is estimated that it will not be reduced by anything.

Relying on the rivers and mountains brought down by their ancestors, the octopus people can live safely on this seabed, but if they want not to be disturbed, they have to pay tribute to the nearby tyrannical creatures on time.

me, are all the creatures in this water area fine? Do you know how to ask for tribute?

Speaking of this, the leader of the octopus man also sighed again and again, it turned out that most of the large predators in the vicinity were the descendants of the battle behemoths of the Rogue Empire brought by the octopus people back then.

When they first migrated here, the octopus people did sweep away the giants at the bottom of the Puerto Rican Trench with their powerful strength, and at the same time used powerful biotechnology to transform the entire sea area, making the algae here more prosperous and providing a good food chain basis.

At the same time, they also set the rule that they are not allowed to attack creatures of the same size, which is a good protection for the population and number of creatures here.

In doing so, the octopus people completely manage this area as their own ranch, in order to get a stable source of meat.

After the decline of the octopus, the creatures continued to thrive according to the established rules, and the offspring of the battle behemoths began to turn over and become masters.

The descendants of the battle monsters with a certain amount of wisdom are not only huge in size and skilled in combat, but even more terrifying in possession of various special metal weapons handed down from the Rogue period, and easily defend their position as the overlord, turning the former owner of the octopus race into their own private property.

However, because of their intelligence, these giant beasts did not kill the octopus people, and they coexisted.

The number of octopus people has not been able to increase, first, the harsh environment of the seabed greatly limits the proportion of larvae to grow into adulthood, and second, the shortage of food, which automatically limits the growth of the population.

After saying this, the leader of the octopus people was embarrassed to say that I, a distant clansman, am afraid that it will increase the food consumption of the tribe, and they cannot afford the materials I need to live.

This is not an excuse, but a fact, because it is a direct communication of spiritual power, I can feel that thousands of years of closed environment have allowed the octopus people to develop a simple and patient character, and in the face of the same people who are looking for me, even if there is a little way, they will not turn me away.

Even so, the chief ordered his people to prepare sand silkworms for me, so that I could enjoy a delicious taste that was not available anywhere else.

Well, although the number of sand silkworms raised by the octopus people is very large, they can't eat it once in their lives, because the sand silkworm is a tribute, and it is always not enough to make offerings, and many times, they have to use the old, weak, sick and disabled people in the tribe to count.