The sun was about to set, and the white fish people had a fierce battle, coupled with carrying meat, which consumed a lot of physical energy, and the stomach began to be hungry again.

The White Fishman took some of the snake meat of the petrified black snake and began to eat it.

"It's so unpalatable. ”

Sour, bitter, unpalatable. This is the white fish man's fair evaluation of the flesh quality of the black snake.

Fortunately, he could barely eat down, and the white fish man was not a picky fish man, and he quickly filled his stomach with unpalatable black snake meat.

The meat of the petrified black snake actually has some curative effects that increase the ability to resist poison, and after eating a bunch of black snake meat, the already strong anti-poison ability of the white fish man was inadvertently strengthened.

As the sun set and the moon began to rise, the Whitefishman, who had been tired all day, moved the stone early to cover the entrance of the cave, entered his humble crypt, and began to lie on the haystack to rest.

With the pain from the injuries on his body from time to time, the white fish man quickly rose into a sense of sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

In his sleep, the white fish man's powerful recovery ability began to show, and the wear and tear on the claws, the musculoskeletal damage in the body, and even the armor covering the whole body began to recover rapidly.

At the same time, stimulated by the threat, the body of the white fish man began to grow faster and became stronger.

On the second day of arriving on the eastern shore of Gem Lake, the Whitefish Man experienced his first short but ferocious battle.

After successfully defeating the opponent, in addition to the joy of victory, the white fish people also have a deeper understanding of the laws of survival......

The next day, the sun rose, and in a crypt in the southern part of the sand, the large stone that sealed the entrance of the cave was pushed away, revealing a tall and vigorous figure.

He had long, narrow but muscular limbs, a jade-white bulge and smooth skin, and a large, hideous head resting on his shoulders.

After a night's rest, the white fish man has recovered most of his injuries.

Nearby, the neighbor in the sand of the white fish man, one of the largest red-shelled crabs, had also gotten up early, and it was pulling the found bugs in the sand and stuffing them into its mouth.

"Morning number, little red. The Whitefishman greets the Red-Shelled Crab, and Red is the Whitefishman who gives it a name.

Rabbits don't eat the grass next to the nest, and the white fish people also have this awareness, and they don't put the red shell crab on their own recipe list, and they don't attack the harmless creatures around them.

When he came to the ice lake, the white fish man cut off a large piece of black snake meat and some thick-skinned wild boar, and ate a hearty meal.

"The bone spurs in my back are a little itchy. ”

"Could it be that I was injured there yesterday and is recovering?"

From the moment he got up, he felt that the area with more than a dozen bone spurs on his back bone began to itch.

The degree of itching was still within the tolerance range of the white fish people, and the body didn't seem to notice anything wrong, so the white fish people paid attention to it for a while and didn't pay attention to it.

"I don't have to hunt today, I have enough time to build my sand pavilion. ”

The air in the crypt is warm but damp, and the Whitefish-People are amphibians, but they don't like the dark, damp environment either.

Moreover, the Whitefishman also discovered that his beard also served as a warning in his sleep, and when a sandy centipede crawled into his burrow last night, the beard woke the Whitefishman.

The result was naturally that the centipede that strayed into the white fish man's crypt was slapped to death by the white fish man with a paw, and the white fish man picked up the centipede's corpse and chewed it, and found that the taste was not bad, so he ate the sand centipede more than fifty centimeters long as a supper.

In this way, this crypt in the sand is not located in a cliff that is difficult for ordinary creatures to reach, and sleeping in the crypt will be in danger of being blocked by people if a powerful enemy really appears.

And, during the double moon season, as the ambient temperature continues to rise, it becomes inappropriate to continue to hide in the crypt, and it is necessary to build an open and ventilated sand pavilion.

The Whitefishmen got into action.

The middle of the jungle is already the territory of the Whitefishmen, and the Whitefishmen are very relaxed looking for suitable materials in their woodland, and then carry them back to the southern part of the sandy land to build.

After a few days, the Whitefishman had a rough impression of the details of the middle of the jungle, where there were the largest brown trees, where there were small hills, where there were small ponds, and even where was the habitat of bloodthirsty spiders and ice scorpions.

Today, the territory is much greener, and every day of the world is more vibrant than the previous day during the double moon.

The Whitefishmen searched for materials, and when they marched to the edge of the territory, the Whitefishmen found some faint breath left by petrified black snakes in some special and conspicuous places.

Leaving your own breath in these special key locations is to show that this is your own territory.

The way the petrified black snake leaves its own breath is through urine with a strong biological scent.

Although this method is low-end and does not belong to the practice of highly intelligent creatures, it has a direct and effective deterrent effect.

Every once in a while, the petrified black snake has to renew its aura to show its presence, so that other powerful creatures don't break in and avoid unnecessary fights.

After the cold wave, the petrified black snake did not have time to leave new urine, which caused the black snake aura in these places to become very weak.

"I should leave my deterrent behind, too. ”

The white fishman thought about it, found a large rock half a meter high nearby, pushed it to a conspicuous position with great difficulty, carved it on the rock with his own claws, and marked his territory icon, a strong fishman wielding a three-pointed halberd.

In the end, the Whitefish Man chose to leave his excrement under the large rock.

Gnolls who have formed a race and are not inferior in intelligence may be able to distinguish the rock markers, but those who seem to have a low IQ on the surface may not be able to recognize them.

In search of materials, the Whitefish people left their own breath around their territory.

It won't be long before the nearby overlords and other creatures discover that a new lord has been appointed to the territory next to them.

In the face of the new lord, how the other overlord races will react is something that the Whitefish people need to pay attention to.

Time passed little by little, the dazzling sun was in the middle, and at noon, under the hard work of the white fish people, the skeleton of the sand pavilion was successfully formed.

Grooves were carefully dug between the foundations of the square stakes, and thick and polished wooden strips were placed.

A floor half a meter above the ground was erected.

In order to better polish these wooden sticks, the white fishman picked some suitable sharp stone chips, tied them with wooden sticks, and made simple stone tools.

The next step is to make the canopy.