When the elite team of the Great Tomb stepped onto the first floor of the patriarch's residence, all the garrison members were cleared.

Oliver smiled, "Lis, your abilities are really useful, no wonder the Supreme thinks so highly of you vampires." ”

The little vampire reverted back to his original cute little boy, and he bowed his head shyly, "It is an honor for my sister and I to be valued by the Supreme Lord. ”

Although it was not the first time that Fenjie had come into contact with Lis, nor was it the first time he had seen Lisi transform into other people's forms at will, every time he saw Lisi's special natural ability, he couldn't help but be amazed by the foresight of the owner of the Great Tomb.

Vampires are simply first-rate assassins who spy on intelligence and assassinate targets.

That monarch can cultivate a vampire like Lis, and he is truly worthy of a great monarch that Lord Celia is willing to follow by his side!

In the heart of the grumpy old brother Fenjie, the evaluation of Nishizawa is getting higher and higher.

He didn't even notice that his mind was moving closer to a serious grave worker.

"Lise, you're going to have to get out of the way," the Headless Horseman looked at the little vampire.

The latter nodded, spent his blood to transform into the bloated white-tailed figure, and walked up to the second floor.

"We're waiting here, waiting for Liz to signal. Oliver said in a deep voice.

"Father, why are you drinking?" said Lis's voice from above.

Then Oliver and the others heard a suspicious voice, "Who are you......?

"Grandfather, why are you here?!" Lisy suddenly whispered.

"Huh?"

This was followed by the dull sound of landing.

The four of Oliver hurriedly walked up to the second floor.

Liz had changed back to her original form, gasping and saying, "This guy recognized me at a glance." ”

"Little one, thank you for your hard work, I'll leave it to us next. Oliver patted him on the shoulder, knowing that the little vampire had done his best.

After all, he is still only the leader class, and the ability to transmogrify is very useful for low-level fishmen, but once he encounters a higher-level one, the possibility of failure will be greatly increased.

"Come here, everyone, my idea is this, it's not wise to go directly to the third floor, but we can lead him to the second floor and ambush him at the entrance. The Headless Horseman whispered.

"It's a good method. Fenjie nodded approvingly.

At the same time, the white-tailed patriarch sat upright in his chair.

Judging from the aesthetics of the fish people, the white-tailed patriarch is an out-and-out beautiful man.

1.7 meters tall, strong bulging muscles, streamlined body.

And that white shiny tail!

Even if he is over seventy years old, even if he has great-grandchildren, the white-tailed patriarch can still charm thousands of female white-tailed people.

But now, the personable old man was staring at an ore on his desk that glowed with a strange light.

He could feel that the power that had been dormant in his body for many years miraculously became restless again after the appearance of this ore.

It feels like the restless desire to mate and reproduce in the body when you are just an adult.

The ore even gave him the illusion that he was rejuvenated!

But after taking a few deep breaths and throwing this thought out of his mind, he realized very clearly that in this piece of ore with a lot of impurities, the strange evolutionary energy was very rare.

People are mixing wine with water, and this ore is like water mixed with wine......

I don't know what day it was, this evolution ore suddenly appeared at the door of the patriarch's residence.

At the same time, there is also the heavy news that the Blue-Eyed Tribe has a large reserve of evolutionary mineral deposits.

The white-tailed patriarch smelled of conspiracy.

Is it Redclaw?

No.

If the Red Claws wanted to, they would have done it long ago, and the high-ranking Red Claws didn't even bother to use intrigues.

The white-tailed patriarch was willing to believe that it was a conspiracy.

But even if the danger lurking behind this conspiracy is enough to upend the tribe, he must eat the bait.

In the eyes of small tribes, the white-tailed tribe is very large and strong.

But only he knows that the Baiwei tribe is strong and the rivers are declining.

If there were no external stimulus, the Whitetail tribe would have been rapidly weakened by the suppression of several other large tribes, intentionally or unintentionally, within three chiefs.

Coincidentally, at this point in time, the Evolution Ore appeared!

The White-tailed Patriarch has already made up his mind that he must get a piece of the pie from this evolution ore.

Otherwise, Whitetail will die!

Bang Dang——!

He was concentrating on how to continue to hide from Redpaw and how to coordinate his relationship with several other large tribes when a dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard downstairs.

The shrill voice directly interrupted his thoughts.

Damn it!

The white-tailed patriarch stood up abruptly, his face annoyed.

Waste sons and waste grandchildren!

It's okay to eat and wait until you die every day.

I always interrupt my thoughts at critical moments!

It must be punished severely!

The white-tailed patriarch casually picked up the whip next to him and hurried downstairs.

When he went down to the second floor, he saw the gray-gills man standing in a pool of blood.

The male gray-gilled man was pulling the short knife out of the white-tailed man's heart, and there were two white-tailed men lying upside down on the ground, one was his own son and the other was his grandson.

"Canggill people, it's really remarkable that you were able to take advantage of this opportunity to infiltrate the Whitetail Tribe, kill my garrison, and kill my son and grandson. The white-tailed patriarch clapped his hands and praised from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't hide the admiration in his eyes.

"If you want, I can take you as a son, and in the future, you can even inherit my position as the patriarch and take over the huge inheritance of the Whitetail Tribe. The white-tailed patriarch said seriously.

He was right.

While the white tail is declining, it also adopts a plan to absorb fresh blood from the small tribe to feed itself.

Those small tribe fishmen who have been gifted since childhood will soon be absorbed by Whitetail for various reasons.

They will be raised as white-tailed people from an early age, and after they mate with white-tailed people and reproduce, they will be more receptive to the white-tailed tribe.

And the gray-gilled man in front of him, who looks very young, but single-handedly killed the garrison and his son and grandson, what is this kind of person?

The white-tailed patriarch's voice fell on Fenjie's ears, a little harsh.

If he had changed to before, he might have been in a trance or even confused.

Because like his dead brother Finn, he actually longs for the big tribe.

It's just that Finn has become a banana man, and he will not hesitate to sell his compatriots to become a superior person.

And Fenjie is more willing to become stronger and stronger through his own efforts, even stronger than the so-called superior people.

If he had heard such words before, he might have thought of accepting it in his heart.

But now his reaction was - well said, but I refuse!

After being stitched up by the Deep Dark Princess in the Great Tomb, he immediately realized that that this was where he belonged!

The owner of the Great Tomb is the object of his allegiance.

The big tomb is where you will shine in the future!

And a mere white-tailed tribe is nothing compared to the weakest tribe that is nothing compared to the redclaws?!

"I refuse!" said Fen Jie.