"Do you want to go up and rescue this guy, you can rely on your own ability to pass the evaluation test of a level 2 warrior, you must be a bull coaxing character. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Or do you want to go up and make up for it, and then take the prey and the stuff off him?"

Yang Yi began to get entangled, he found that the young man did not faint after he fell to the ground, but lay quietly on the ground, the young man's eyes were wide open, and the boss was always on guard against other fierce beasts on the grassland that might be attracted by the bloody qi.

"Forget it, anyway, the culprit who plagued Ratchet Village is dead, so let's withdraw." Yang Yi finally decided to do nothing and retreat quietly.

If this fallen young man is an aborigine, Yang Yi will not let go of this good opportunity for the snipe to compete for the fisherman's profit no matter what, but if it is a pioneer, it will be completely different.

The pioneer may still be resurrected after death, and no matter how crazy the young man does to retaliate at that time, Yang Yi will not be surprised.

What would happen if the pioneer was saved, Yang Yi couldn't imagine that this pioneer would repay his kindness to him, the "Fishman Aborigine", or worship his son to become a brother of another race, and it is not necessary that he slaughtered the Fishman Village after taking a fancy to something in Ratchet Village, most of these "players" do not have any psychological burden on this kind of thing.

Yang Yi motioned to the fish people not to move, it was best to wait for this young man to die of excessive blood loss, and then pick up the equipment and leave.

The sky is not as good as people want, there are too many fish-people in the hidden grass, and the discipline is loose. A fish-man accidentally made a noise, and the young man lying on the ground had a keen sense of hearing, and he immediately paid attention.

The young man found that there were many fishmen lurking in the grass in the distance, and he was blindsided.

"Oops, it's still been discovered. That messy fish-man, I won't have anything to eat when I go back! "Yang Yi is helpless, this group of fishmen is clumsy and clumsy, and it is really not suitable for sneaking. Touching things.

was discovered, Yang Yi didn't want to just leave, he planned to rescue the young man.

Yang Yi didn't want to come forward himself, so he took a bottle of [Primary Healing Potion] Slark, the Fishman Summoner, and asked Slark to send it to the young man.

Slark was very unimpressed with humans, and he took a few steps forward after getting the vial, and then raised his hand and threw it towards the young man lying on the ground.

Bang!

As a French professional, Slark was weak, and because the glass bottle containing the potion was not strong enough, it fell to the ground, and a good bottle of primary healing potion was wasted.

Yang Yi was speechless, and the young man was also speechless.

"Loser!" Yang Yi secretly felt heartache, and he took another bottle of medicine.

This time he ordered Slark not to litter, and told him to go straight over and deliver the potion.

Slark stepped forward, and the young man didn't even have the strength to open the bottle and drink the potion.

Slark stood in front of the young man and silently uncorked the bottle. out, and then without squatting, he just stood and turned his wrist to hold the medicine bottle, and a whole bottle of red primary healing potion was poured on the young man's head like watering flowers.

The young man's face and mouth are sticky. The thick red potion looked more terrifying than the blood on the young man's chest.

When Slark came back from successfully completing the task, Yang Yi thought to himself that it was all his own fault, and he shouldn't have thought that Slark, a legal professional, could complete the task well with a high IQ from the beginning, and sending Slark out was the most wrong decision.

The things on the scene were done, and Yang Yi swaggered away with the fish people and the troll hunters.

Although the fishmen in Ratchet Village did not do anything, the matter was resolved smoothly, and for a period of time, the fishmen in Ratchet Village were safe.

Yang Yi was reluctant to let this hunting operation end here, after all, he took a large group of fishmen and spent 10 silver coins to run back and forth for a long time, and the result was a crowd. Beast Wars, it would be too much of a loss to go back like this.

"Anyway, the money has already been paid, so I can't waste it, and by the way, use the troll hunter's beast-tracking skills to grab my own pet."

Yang Yi led a group of fishmen to wander around the grassland until it was almost dark, and finally caught a chocobo.

Although he was unsuccessful in taming the beast skill, at least he had gained, and he was satisfied with leading the team back to the Fishman Village.

Back in Ratchet Village, Yang Yi asked someone to put the chocobo in the animal training pen, intending to kill the wild nature of the chocobo first.

After Yang Yi returned to Ratchet Village, he began to stir up the mailbox again, wondering if he could take the unnamed name, and then try to send a few letters to others to see if it would work.

"First of all, what should I choose a name?"

When it came time to choose a name, Yang Yi became entangled again, he used to play games like this, and it was common to spend hours choosing a name.

"Since it's a secret second name, it's better to take it for a bit cooler."

"War dragon in the sky? Proud overlord? Or is it called the Invincible Emperor? Yang Yi nodded proudly, these names were all used by him before, and at that time he felt that he was really talented in choosing such a name.

"However," Yang Yi suddenly hesitated, "Such a name is known by others at a glance that it is a person from the earth who sent the letter, and a vague name must be taken, so that people can't guess who they are from the name." ”

"Dragon Slayer? Inquisitor? Or is it called Erudito? Well, it's still called Erudito, low-key and connotative. Yang Yi finally decided to "keep a low profile" and call his second name "Polymath".

"The name is good, but how do you use it?" Yang Yi fell into a tangle again.

"To Ouyang, a master of the sword? Or is it Chen Nanfeng, the spear master who killed the Red Scale Dragon that I saw today? It's better for the two of them to send a letter each. ”

Yang Yi finally made a decision, he asked two masters to send a letter each.

Yang Yi fantasized that he would mingle with the masters by writing letters and begging for a better future for him to learn their kung fu, but he soon found that his poor level of education made it impossible to write flowers.

"Just write about the long-admired daimyo, want to get to know the masters and be friends or something?" Yang Yi thought about it for a while and felt that this seemed to be too cheap, this is the world of Azeroth and not the earth star, no one knows whose bottom line.

"Why don't you just write, 'I am very optimistic about you and think it is very promising, so I wrote to talk about it'?" Yang Yi nodded, feeling that this was a bit imposing.

What should the letter be written? Where is the stationery? Where is the pen?

As soon as Yang Yi thought about it, he found that the pen and paper appeared on the mailbox, which was the effect of the magic mailbox, otherwise there would really be no place to find a pen and paper in the Fishman Village.

"So in which language is it written?" Yang Yi struggled a few times in order to send a letter.

After Yang Yi became a fish-man lord, he automatically mastered the languages of the Azeroth world, such as the Aqua language and the lingua franca, and he is now a real language expert in the Azeroth world.

"Let's keep it simple, let's write in the lingua franca of the world of Azeroth." Yang Yi thought proudly in his heart that if he wrote to them in the languages of minotaurs, orcs, and trolls, it would be difficult for them to find a translator.

"The master of the ability to know so many languages deserves to be a 'polymath'."

Yang Yi wrote letters to the two masters in lingua franca according to what he had just thought, and he was now not only proficient in the various languages of the world of Azeroth, but even writing the words of the world of Azeroth was a pen and snake with iron and silver hooks.

When Yang Yi wrote the earth star language, it was a spring worm and an autumn snake ghost drawing peach symbols, and now he can suddenly write a good word in the lingua franca, how can he not show off? So he repeated the same sentence several times in the languages of the world of Azeroth, and it was not until he was pleased that he stopped writing and mailed the letter.

"Will you hear back from them?"

Yang Yi smiled and shook his head, it would be strange if he could receive a reply from the other party, he just tried the function of the mailbox and had some fun for himself by the way, normal people would not reply to him for this.

"The problem of the lobster man has not been solved yet, why don't you borrow a knife to kill someone?" Yang Yi had a whim, he thought of the human master who used the sword, "Doesn't the master like to practice swords with lobster people, let him go to the lobster man to make trouble." If you can kill one by one, it's best to kill them all. ”

Yang Yi thought of doing it, and he immediately sent another letter to the sword master through the mailbox.

Yang Yi described the location of the lobster man's nest in detail in the letter, and didn't write much else, but this time there was something serious, so Yang Yi wrote it in lingua franca, and then he sent the letter.

"I don't know if this sword master usually looks at the mailbox, I hope he can see it, otherwise he will have to rely on the Fishman Village."

Yang Yi planned to make preparations with both hands, if the master did not come forward, he would take the fish man to find a way to solve the lobster man.

Yang Yi confirmed that he could receive and send letters under two different names, and he didn't have any more people to write to, so he felt bored after playing for a while, and soon left the cave where the mailbox was placed.

It was already dark, and Yang Yi fell asleep in the center of the fish-man town.