In fact, after the reunion of Fathead and Pemberba, they fell into deep doubts.

Is there a god in this world?

If not, how did the bean sprouts become so strong in such a short period of time?

This kind of strength is not a simple superiority in weapons, but a comprehensive evolution from physical fitness to mind.

The speed, strength, and even the creature called the 'bat' when summoned and left at a moment's notice show that it has received a blessing from the gods.

This time, it also brought a sharp metal spearhead, which brought the fish-man's combat strength to a new level.

The identity of the Fathead Fish tribe has also undergone earth-shaking changes from the past.

used to be a house fish waiting to die, but now he has become a fish-headed military advisor of the fish-man tribe.

Moreover, many measures of fathead fish are also effective, and as a great hero of 'from the dragon', its status has also risen. Now, both men, women, and children must smile and nod their heads to say hello when they see them.

Not to mention, the fathead fish single-handedly dragged the treasure of the former leader to the scene to testify.

After successfully defeating the leader, two or three fish-man guards used their strength to carry the treasure to the stage and distribute it to all the fishmen.

After that, the faces of the fish-man guards changed, and the harmless fathead fish in front of them actually hid a strong strength.

All these things have taken together, so that the fathead fish has a very high prestige among the people and the guards, second only to the Pemberba.

"Chief, the next time you go to the gods, will you bring me with you?" The fathead fish leaned over to Ben Boba's side and asked tentatively. Now that the Fish-Man Camp has been completed, it looks like a large scale with a kilometer of thatched huts and small watchtowers that stretch for a kilometre in the upper reaches of the creek.

In terms of racial strength, because of the overthrow of the old master, now the fishmen are the most united, fanatically supporting the new leader, and also improving their weapons, from the Stone Age to the Bronze Age into the Iron Age, the merchant's individual combat power has risen sharply.

It can be said that whether it is people's livelihood or military strength, the fishmen have entered a new era and are thriving.

As a result, the fathead fish felt that the management was not challenging, and became more and more curious about the gods behind the Pember.

"God will not see you." Ben Boba refused very simply, not giving the fathead fish the slightest thought.

The fathead fish hung his head in frustration, his expression was indescribably complaining, and his whole face collapsed into a catfish.

"The Fish-Man clan operates according to my established guidelines, and there will be no problems. I've worked so the fish-man tribe just to see if I can get into the eyes of the gods, but now it doesn't seem to be enough, right? The fathead fish laughed twice again, and the final self-deprecation was the finishing touch, which sublimated the whole emotion.

Ben Bo Ba also hesitated at this time.

It stands to reason that the fathead fish managed the fish-man tribe in an orderly manner, and the fish-people quickly came out of the haze of overthrowing the 'feudal rule' and welcomed the new life with enthusiasm and full of heart.

But when he returned to the waist and saw the drunken moon, Ben Boba didn't dare to think about it.

The first is the identity of the fathead fish as a fishman, and it believes that with this appearance, there must be only one reason why it can be carried into the company - dissection experiments.

After all, the fathead fish looks very presumptuous, which is completely different from other fish people.

Ben Boba knows Zuiyue too well about this science madman, and after seeing the fathead fish, he will definitely take it to the laboratory for research without saying a word.

On one side is his own master, and on the other side is his good friend.

The refusal of the Pember to take it past is already the best protection.

But now it hesitated.

If you take it to see the owner to your satisfaction, maybe you can turn the fathead fish into a vampire, and then the two can continue to work together and keep the fish-man tribe in their own hands.

"Then the next time I see God, I'll give you a try. If God doesn't agree, then I can't help it. ”

The fathead fish hurriedly nodded, unwilling to miss this opportunity.

"When the time comes, don't forget to say a few kind words to me before God."

Ben Boba's face was complicated, and he vaccinated the fathead fish in advance: "But don't be too happy, the truth may be very different from your imagination......"

The fathead fish smiled, it was already very happy to see the god, even if the god was not optimistic about it, it didn't matter.

"By the way, let's cheer everyone up these days and watch out for the Pale Werewolf attack." Benboer emphasized.

For the reminder of the master Drunken Moon, Ben Boba is very concerned. The master said that the pale werewolves would come to attack, and that would definitely come.

And now that it's the leader of the Fishmen, it doesn't want any of its men to get hurt or have an accident.

"I've already made arrangements, all the guards have installed shells, and if there is a situation, knock on the shells immediately, and the news will reach us quickly." Fathead was also groundbreaking in the idea of using sound to spread information.

There is a distance of 100 meters between each watchtower, and there will be fishmen on duty in three shifts every day, and the first time there is news, knock on the shell to pass the news out.

"That's fine, I hope nothing happens." Pemberba calmed down a little when he heard the fathead fish's approach.

Ever since it last came back from the New Waist, it had been hanging in the air as if something was going to happen. I can't say what it feels like, but it's just restless.

……

Silver Pine Forest.

The Pale Werewolves have lived here for as long as they can remember.

The grey fur not only keeps the chill at bay, but also allows them to blend in perfectly with their surroundings, making them apex predators in the forest.

The pale werewolf walks on two feet, is about one meter seven tall, and has sharp teeth and claws.

Compared with the wolves in the Silver Pine Forest, the werewolves are more than a step smarter, and their physical fitness is also better than that of ordinary wolves.

It's just lately that they've been feeling that something is wrong with the Silver Pine Forest.

Pale werewolves have a keen sense of smell, and some werewolves chased their prey all the way this day, and when they successfully surrounded and suppressed their prey, they smelled a peculiar smell.

"You guys, do you smell something new?"

There are werewolves who shrug their noses and search for the smell, eventually locking on to the source of the smell - the stream.

"The smell is coming from the water, there's something on it!"

"It smells, it seems delicious......"

"Would you like to go up and have a look?"

The first werewolf coaxed, and soon the eyes of the other werewolves flashed with impulsive desire.

The good smell stimulates their taste buds and makes their instincts more impulsive.

"The young master said that you can't act rashly, have you all forgotten?"

As soon as these words came out, all the werewolves seemed to have been poured cold water, and the impulse in their eyes suddenly condensed, and they were replaced with an expression of 'husky grievance'.

"The smell of the upstream may be the smell of animals that have accidentally intruded into the forest, so go back and tell the young master about this matter before making a decision. We've been there so many times before, and we haven't seen anything delicious. ”

"Now is a critical moment for the fate of our pale werewolf clan, and we must not drop the chain."