Hillsbrad Hills.

Beach side.

Tonatiu stepped on the soft sand, and next to him stood a trembling croaking fin.

"How many other people are there in your tribe??"

The Troll King asked softly.

Ga Boom Fin didn't dare to slack off at all.

Because it knew that there was something strange looking in front of him, and the strong and excessive troll was actually the husband of the Lord of Dalaran!

There are still children!

As a foreign race, he was able to make a Dalaran Master fall in love.

That's amazing.

What's more, it is also a mage of no low level, and it has even seen the scene of Tonatiu killing Dakas Lonin in seconds that day and scaring away the Black Dragon Prince.

For Tonatiu, there is a supreme awe in his heart.

As a literate fish-man, he could not call Tonatiu his master like an ordinary fish-man, and after thinking for a while, the fish-man mage himself replied:

"Honorable Troll King. In Mine Revenge, we lost almost ninety-five of our warriors and troops. There are still about 20,000 people in the clan, but they are all old fishmen and fish-people tadpoles. There are now less than five hundred of them who can participate in the battle. ”

It thought that Tonatiu wanted a fish-man army, after all, the fish-men could only provide him with fish-man warriors who were nominally called armies, but were actually cannon fodder.

However, now they really can't provide an army, even if it is a fish-man army that is scum in combat once they go ashore.

Tonatiu listened, a little dumbfounded.

These shattered finfish people, their strength is so poor?

Own little fish-man - well, not small at all. If a fishman about the same size as Lulu the Exterminating Dragon could be called a small fishman, there would be no more big fishmen in this world.

Fizz's Fish-Man Kingdom has millions of ordinary fish-men, tens of thousands of fish-man elite warriors, thousands of gifted fish-man mages, thousands of tide hunters and chaotic professions.

To put it bluntly, Fitz Tide Hunter can be regarded as a prince in the sea.

Tonatiuna is actually very unfair compared to Fizi's fish-man kingdom.

Fitz's kingdom was sheltered by him for several years, and the kingdom of the Fish-People was ruled by a king of his bloodline, plus an efficient faith bonus.

The Kingdom of Fiz is no longer an Azeroth fish-man in the traditional sense.

The tribe of Quack Shatterfin, a tribe of tens of thousands of fish-men and thousands of fish-man warriors, is generally the normal organizational ability of the Azeroth fishmen.

Very few fish-man tribes have more than 100,000 fish-mouths, and fish-people tribes have more than 100,000, and they are often not wild - usually fish-people enslaved by the Naga, or the fish-man kingdom where the druids were kings.

If Tonatiu wants to unite the fishmen here, the best way is to get Fiz over.

Fitz has a part of his bloodline and can be said to be his first voter.

Its presence has a radiating effect on the fish-people around it.

Fish-people who live near Fiz will naturally become stronger, more intelligent, and eat more than ordinary fish-people.

If Fitz comes here.

For three years at most, without outside forces to stop it, it will be able to create another Fish-Man Kingdom here.

However, compared to the coastal areas of the eastern continent, the coastal situation of the Kalimdor continent is simpler and less complicated.

Therefore, the speed of development over there will be faster, and on the side of the Eastern Kingdom, there will be a lot of constraints for the fish-people to develop quickly.

Among other things, the human kingdom will soon notice the savage growth of fish-people on the seashore.

But Fiz couldn't come.

It's not that it doesn't want to come.

It was Tonateu who wasn't ready to let it come.

The Fish-Man Kingdom cannot leave Fitz's seat, and Tonatiu also hopes that the Fish-Man Kingdom will be able to land and fight one day, and he does not want to interrupt the good development and evolution momentum of the Fish-Man Kingdom.

After thinking about it, Tonatiu said to Ga Bang Shatterfin, "What about your brother? ”

The elder brother of the Fishman Mage is the chieftain of the tribe and is a strong Fishman warrior that Modra supports through him.

Fishmen, like other savage races, tend to be the best at fighting, or able to communicate with their superiors.

To put it bluntly, it's not a warrior, it's a priest or a priest, a shaman or something.

In fact, apart from Dalaran and Quel'Thalas, there are few places where mages are in charge.

"It hurts badly." The Fishman Mage said, "It hides and doesn't want to see us......"

On that day, the Fish-Man Chief was used by the human cavalry as a fish to threaten the Fish-Man Mage, and three of his limbs were cut off, and the fish's blood flowed all over the ground.

The injuries were so severe that they were lucky to be alive.

Afterwards it abdicated automatically, giving the power of the tribe to its younger brother.

This kind of transfer of power can be regarded as a brother's respect among the fishmen, and the transfer of power in the general fish-man tribe is extremely cruel.

In wild fish colonies, the new chief will often eat the old chieftain and then be eaten by the next chief.

"Then it's up to you to command them." Tonatiu didn't care either, and directly handed over the power to the Fishman Mage. "In the future, all the fishmen under the jurisdiction of Modra and me will be managed by you."

Tonatiu directly recognized its rights, and the other party was genuinely afraid, and he took a few steps unimpressedly.

Suddenly.

Under the soft sand.

Karma snorted.

It's kind of like the sound of an egg being trampled on.

Tonatiu looked down and saw that a white fish egg, much larger than a goose egg, had been accidentally trampled on by himself.

"Forehead ......"

This seems to be the egg of a fish-man tadpole, that is, the egg of a small fish-man.

The fish-man was almost a fish when it first hatched, and then slowly evolved limbs and a special head.

Their newborns are called fish-people tadpoles, and there is no doubt that they are oviparous.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Tonatiu said innocently.

"Please don't worry. Your Majesty. The fish-man mage said unconcernedly, "It's just a fish-man tadpole egg." A female fish man lays more than a dozen of these eggs a month. If you have enough food, you can order more than 30 a month! ”

That being said, after all, it's trampling on someone's egg. I don't know which unlucky female fish man gave the tadpole eggs here and buried them under the sand.

Out of curiosity, Tonatiu crouched down, wanting to see what the fish-man's eggs looked like.

"Huh?"

After crouching down, Tonatiu noticed something unusual.

It was true that he had stepped on the egg, but it didn't seem to be an egg anymore - it was about to start hatching, to be exact.

The Troll King will trample a corner of the egg he has trampled on, digging out from under the sand, and finds a dying catfish-like tadpole gasping for breath in the egg white.

Looking at the poor fish-man tadpole, Tonatiu hesitated for a moment, thought about it or decided to do something for it.

It's a life, after all.

After the birth of the daughter and the meeting of the daughter. Thonathiu, who has fully integrated into this world, is much more emotional than in the past.

If it was the past, what was it to step on such an egg.

When he played a copy in the game, he stepped on hundreds of eggs, but tens of thousands, okay?

Otherwise, where did the achievements of the train king come from?

Tonatiu stretched out a stout finger to the poor fish-man tadpole and said to it in the fish-man language:

"The newborn fish-people. You will witness the glorious rise of Broken Fin, and I will give you a new life and a future in the name of the God-King. ”

A drop of golden blood, wrapped in the power of faith, dripped into the shattered eggshell and onto the tadpole's head.

The fishman mage next to him, his swollen fish eyes suddenly showed a look of envy.

The divine blood was absorbed by the poor and lucky tadpole, and Tonatiu looked at it with the power of the system:

[Nameless Fishman Cub: Second-level Divine Blood Fishman, Weak, Fanatical]

Because of his momentary sensibility, Tonatiu waited until the blood of the gods dripped out, and then remembered that he had done so, which was tantamount to creating another little Fitz.

He originally just wanted to save it, after all, he was trampled on the eggshell by himself.

However, there is no conventional treatment, and the only treatment is this.

Scratching his head, Tonatiu held up the fish-man tadpole that had become energetic and extremely active in the eggshell.

He handed it to the Fishman Mage and told it, "Take good care of it." It will bring glory to the Shatterfinned Fishmen. ”

The fish-man mage took it carefully, and the drop of golden blood just now almost blinded its eyes.

It was only at this moment that it vaguely guessed the identity of Tonatiu.

"Your Majesty." It asked cautiously.

"This lucky little tadpole, it needs a name. Maybe you can come up with a name for it? ”

"Hmm......"

Tonatiu groaned.

After all, he wasted a drop of his divine blood, although his current self doesn't have to condense a drop in a month like in the past.

Even so, the blood of the gods is extremely precious.

This unlucky and lucky little tadpole is to be cultivated well. Maybe it's another Fitz.

"It's called Finley. I gave it the name Finley. And the last name, it's called Mogten. His full name is Finley Mogten. ”

Tonatiu gave the tadpole the name of perhaps the most cultured fish-man in Azeroth.

"I hope it will become the most cultured and intelligent fishman in the future."