"But why do you refuse? Taming spiders can strengthen your village's defenses, but I really don't understand why you would refuse......" Anvena asked, puzzled.

"Isn't the reason obvious enough?" With a wave of his hand, Mud Scale summoned the villagers to his side, "You can ask them, who hasn't experienced the loss of a loved one to a monster?" ”

"But that's also at the instigation of the undead guards." Anvina continued.

"No, you don't understand. Those eight-legged monsters are the curse of the land, they are demons that eat children and the elderly, and their bodies are flowing with demonic blood, and as outsiders you can't understand our feelings. Mudscale's words were echoed by all the villagers present.

"But......" Anvina was about to say something, and Mochi tugged at the corner of her coat to signal her to say no more.

"If you can stop making this ridiculous suggestion, you are still guests in the village. But if I talk about it again, I don't think there is a house in the village for you to sleep. With that, Mudscale threw the taming log at Anvina's feet.

"Looks like you fin mud fishmen are a bunch of cowards."

Mud Scale hadn't taken a few steps before he heard something like this from behind him.

"What did you say?" The tall Reverse Scale turned his head and questioned Mo Qidao.

"You don't even have the courage to raise these spiders, it seems that you really are a bunch of cowards." Mochi continued to laugh.

"You shell head! Don't you understand, those spiders are the curse of this village, and countless fishmen have died in their mouths! Mudscale shouted in an almost roaring voice.

Hearing Mudscale's answer, Mo Qi laughed a few times: "Yes, I saw a different conclusion...... There are a lot of spider resources in this land, but you don't know how to use them. Sturdy cobwebs can be used to make fishing nets, spider legs can be used as food, and domesticated spiders can be used as hunting companions...... But look at what you've all done, complaining about food shortages all day long, but turning a blind eye to the land's richest resources. ”

"Shut up!" Mud Scale removed the trident from his back and stepped forward with his left foot, the trident in his hand stabbing at Mochi with a huge wind pressure.

In the face of the sharp halberd, Mo Qi had no intention of backing down, and he responded to the roar of the scales with cold eyes.

"Don't—" Anvena screamed.

The tip of the trident stopped an inch in front of Moqi, and Mud Scale retracted his halberd at the last moment, and in the face of this situation, Moqi was still expressionless.

"You guys go ......" Mudscale lowered his head, as if trying to restrain his anger, his body rising and falling violently from this reluctant control, "You are not welcome in the village of the Shatterfinned Mudmen!" ”

After receiving the eviction order, Mo Qi did not hesitate at all, turned around and walked outside the village.

"Mr. Mochi......" Seeing that Mochi was leaving, Anvina picked up the taming log on the ground and immediately followed.

As he walked to the edge of the beach, Mochi suddenly stopped and said something specious—

"A truly brave person never runs away from the scars on his body."

With that, Mochi and Anvina walked into the dense woods.

As Mochi and Anvena walked away, Mudscale angrily smashed the trident into the rocks on the beach, and the stones shattered into countless pieces in Mudscale's rage......

In the woods, Anvena caught up with Mochi, who was walking ahead, "Mr. Mochi, I'm really sorry. It was all my fault that we were kicked out by the villagers. Hey, we could have spent the night in the stilt house tonight......"

Mochi gave Avena a gentle smile, "It's okay, we don't live in that kind of village full of cowards." ”

Mo Qi said this, but he regretted it in his heart. If he had continued to endure it, he could have gotten the equipment reward for the last round of the mission. As a result, it was good now, and I wasted half my days in this village, and in the end I didn't get any equipment.

"Sure enough, if a man is too strong in some aspects, he will bend down in other aspects." Mochi sighed.

……

Return to the Broken Fin Mud Village.

Mudscale had never been so angry as he was today, and he swam round and round in the sea, smashing six reefs on the ocean floor with his trident, but he still couldn't calm the anger in his heart.

The village was founded by his proud father, who said, "The Broken Fin Mud Fishman can survive without any outsiders." ”

This sentence is also the creed of the mud scales.

But looking at this desolate seabed, Mud Scale really didn't know how long the village could hold out. Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that the trident in his hand was so heavy.

"Mud Scales!"

The tall fish-man turned around and saw that it was the villagers calling out to him from the shore.

"What's wrong?" Mud Scales asked, swimming back to shore.

"The fish-men from the east coast are coming." The villager replied.

"Is there something wrong with them?" Mudscale asked, a little worried. Chipfinned mud-people rarely interact with the Chipfin-Fishmen of the eastern coast, and even when food is at its worst, the Fishmen on either side will not come to the aid of each other.

"They came with three naga." The villager said with his head bowed.

The foreboding eventually came true.

Mudscale arrives uneasy on the beach east of the village, where he must always show his toughness to outsiders as the leader of the village.

"Mudscales, Lady Sephilis and the Thorny Naga let me ask you...... Have you thought about that matter? The head of the village to the east lowered his head and asked in a slightly ashamed tone.

"What's the matter? I don't remember what we promised you. Mud pretended to be stupid and prevaricated.

Hearing that Mud Scale deliberately pretended to be stupid, the village chief of the East Bank was a little overwhelmed: "This ......"

"No need to pretend to be stupid. Mudscales, you know exactly what we're talking about. A low, hoarse Naga twisted like a viper and came to the mudscales.

"Oh? How I didn't know I was playing stupid. Obviously, you are talking and talking. As he spoke, Mud Scale clenched the trident in his hand.

"Mud scales, stop being reckless. We all know very well that the food in your village won't last long. ”

The serpent-like voice of the female stabbing Naga stabbed the mudscales in the heart, and he suddenly realized that he was so weak and powerless.

"How long can the food in the stilt house last, three days or four days? Tsk, that's pathetic......"

Mud Scale wasn't afraid of fighting, but Naga's words made him feel like the air on the beach weighed a thousand pounds.

"Lady Sephilis doesn't have the patience to wait too long, Mudscale, and it's best to make the right choice before the villagers starve to death - allegiance or death."

After the female Naga finished speaking, she led the two tall male Naga and a group of Broken Fin Fish People towards the beach to the east.

The mud scales froze in place, and suddenly realized how weak their strength was.