"Let's go, there's still a wind dragon wreaking havoc in the territory, and we need to hurry to the sands where the Nightkin tribe is located and find help. Hearing Rig's exclamation, and knowing that it was not an accident, but indeed a mechanism left by his ancestors, Rieze came back to his senses, interrupted Rig's exclamation, and spoke.

Ruiz took the lead and walked out of the hole in the direction the light had found.

Walking out of the cave, a unique sea breeze blows in your face, "This is the rocky belt on the coast. Ruiz looked around, quickly knowing where he was.

It's not a short distance from the territory, I didn't expect the original goblin ancestors to be able to do such a good job of escape routes, Ruiz also sighed in his heart.

With the team members in hand, Goblin Captain Ryze began to make a quick detour towards the sand.

In addition to returning to the White-skinned Venerable, Ruiz also needs to convince the Whitefish people to bring in the rescue troops for the only escape route for himself and others.

In fact, in the heart of the patriarch Rees, he did not have the idea of using the wind dragon to deal with the white fish people.

It's just that Rhys can't tell which is stronger or weaker between the white fish who can defeat ten Naga warriors and the wind dragon who has the body of a quasi-overlord-level creature.

He didn't dare to provoke the White Fish Man, and any thoughts that were unfavorable to the White Fish Man were only extinguished in a flash, so he specially instructed Ruiz to accurately inform the White Skin Venerable of all the information about the Wind Dragon.

Of course, it would be best if the White-skinned Venerable was willing to come to the rescue, and if he didn't, Ruiz could only hide in the crypt with his clansmen, supported by the remaining food, until the wind dragon left on its own.

It was the afternoon of the eleventh day of the second month of the Fish-Man calendar, and the goblin captain Ryze led the Whitefish-Man personnel on a rapid march towards the Nightcrawler Tribe.

And this morning, there was a small incident about the Whitefish People in the Nightkin tribe.

"Venerable, the white egg you asked me to look after seems to be about to hatch. Lan Qi, the fish-man elder, came to the sand with a strange look.

"Oh?" the white fish-man, who was soaking up the sun on the chaise longue, opened his eyes and got up.

"Take me to see it. Ignoring the wary gazes of some of the creatures around him, the Whitefishman stood up and spoke.

This white egg was naturally the only snake egg left by the petrified black snake, and after the white fishmen put it in the crypt and formed the nightkin tribe, they handed over the snake egg to the thoughtful fishman elders to take care of.

The White-Fishman didn't explain to Lan Qi what kind of egg it was, so he had to follow the method of hatching the fish-man eggs, find a sunny place in his house, bury half of the snake eggs in the soil, and occasionally pour some water.

By mistake, I didn't expect that after dozens of days, now this snake egg has really hatched successfully, and there are signs of breaking the shell.

Following Blue Lane with Fishman Follower Scar, White-Fish Man walked into Blue Lane's wooden house.

The Whitefish Man looked up and saw a rectangular wooden basin filled with dirt in the corner of the window of the wooden house, and half of the snake's egg was submerged in the earth.

As the Whitefish Man approached the tub, many small cracks had appeared on the surface of the eggshell between them, and the number of cracks was increasing at a visible rate.

"Venerable, this is about to break the shell. Lan Qi said from the side. She was also a little curious about what kind of creature was in the eggshell.

"Hmm. "The white fish man can feel the nascent vitality in the white egg.

In the attentive gaze of the Whitefish Man, "Click." There was a crisp sound, and finally, the eggshell shattered.

A small black head the size of a thumb poked out of it, a pointed triangular head, and the clear purple eyes on the head stood out.

The slender black body kept writhing, this was a small snake with a mysterious aura, and the blue qi heart on the side.

What the two didn't notice was that the newborn petrified black snake used its only instinct to determine the first biological breath it smelled, that is, the breath of the white fish man.

Then, under the slightly surprised gaze of the Whitefishman, it ate the broken eggshell at a rapid speed, and then its body quickly doubled in length and width, from the thickness of the thumb to the width of two fingers, with a length of nearly forty centimeters.

After eating the eggshell, the petrified black snake poked its head out, spitting at the white fish man, and let out a low hissing sound.

After learning a variety of biological languages, the Whitefishman found that he was able to appreciate the meaning of unfamiliar biology language more sensitively in many ways, and perhaps it would not be long before the Whitefishman evolved into a master of language.

At this time, the white fish man heard the meaning of the petrified black snake from the neighing of the little black snake.

It seems to be very intimate with itself.

The white fishman tried to stretch out his hand and stretched out his claws to the petrified black snake, and the petrified black snake suddenly took the initiative to wrap around the claws of the white fishman.

The tender snake body swam along the arm of the white fish man, and after the white fish man swam all over the body, it simply wrapped around the white fish man's arm, and the head was lying on the back of the white fish man's hand, looking around vigilantly, and the cold gaze swam past the body of the scar and the blue qi from time to time.

"This ...... It was just looking for a suitable place for itself to stay?" the white fishman moved his hand, but found that the small petrified black snake was motionless, only the obviously purple eyes looked directly at him, full of intimacy.

The Whitefish People were a little worried about the petrified black snake unleashing its petrified power on themselves, but it was clear that this worry was unnecessary, and the blessing of the Prophet Kai was not activated.

The petrified black snake is wrapped around the hands of the white fish people, and if you don't pay attention to it, most people will think of this "black ribbon" on the white fish people's wrists as an ordinary ornament, rather than a living small snake.

"When many creatures are born, they say that the first creature they see is their mother, and they think of you as their mother. Lan Qi looked at the little black snake wrapped around the white fish man's hand and opened his mouth to guess.

"Well, that's how it should be. The Whitefish Man nodded in agreement.

This is the best, and it also saves yourself the trouble of domesticating the little black snake.

In the past few days, the white fish people are pondering the domestication of ice scorpions, but they have failed after several experiments, and the road of domestication and captivity is not easy to follow.

Looking at the purple eyes of the little black snake, thinking of the powerful strength of the petrified black snake of the lord in the middle of the dense forest, as well as the terrifying special ability to petrify, the white fish people became even more fond of this little black snake, and they didn't mind the little black snake "settling" on their wrists.

"Let's call you Blackie. The white fishman stretched out his claws, avoided the sharp claws, and gently touched the little black head with his flesh, giving the little petrified black snake a simple name.

Xiao Hei blinked his purple snake eyes, which seemed to be very useful under the ** of the white fish people, and happily accepted the name.