The Lord of the Lobstermen was amazed at the terrifying power of this white-skinned fish-man he had never seen before, wondering if this white-skinned fish-man was particularly good at strength.

Beside me, there was a panicked report of the lobster people.

"Gollum, Gollum, lord, there's another fish-man over there!"

"It's those blue-skinned swamp fishmen!"

"Could it be that it's their fish-man sacrifice today?!"

The lobster man lord panicked in his heart, and calculated a few times in his heart, the day of the fishman sacrifice should not have come yet.

Looking into the distance, I saw that the eight-headed fishman did swagger on the shallow lake.

Could it be that there are still fishmen lurking nearby? The lobster-man lord hurriedly looked around.

Every year at the fish-man festival, the group of fish-men in the swamp will send a large number of fish-man warriors, and even the leader Ben Boba himself will come out to hunt and kill the lobster-people openly.

That scale is not comparable to the petty fight of Benbolchu today.

The grand fish-man sacrifice of the fish-man is indeed a disaster day for the lobster people, and if a dozen lobster people do not die on this day, and get enough lobster human flesh, those crazy and cruel swamp fish-men will not stop.

"White-skinned brother opposite, we are your kindred, swamp fishmen, and now I officially invite you to our camp as a guest!"

Benbol Qiu stopped when he was more than ten meters away from the lobster man, and shouted at the white-skinned fishman surrounded by the lobster man.

Keep this distance just right, the lobster man has a strange movement and run away directly to Porchu and the others, he doesn't have the terrifying strength of the white-skinned fish man, and it is not so easy to get out of trouble surrounded by the lobster man.

The familiar and unfamiliar fish-man language came into Lei Ze's ears, which made Lei Ze surprised, and when he looked up, he saw that it was a group of blue-skinned fish-people with big heads.

Looks, how do you feel uglier than the weird lobster man.....

"You're so ugly, I'm of the same race as you?" Razor remembered that he wasn't that ugly.

Benpolchu choked on the white-skinned fish-man's words, and he was very confident in his appearance.

"Brother, look at the lake, you look better than me except for your skin a little whiter??"

Hearing this, Lei Ze looked down at the clear lake, and what was reflected on the surface of the lake was a huge hideous fish head.

"I'm so ugly......" Razor froze for a moment.

The lobster people on the side were intimidated by the power of the white fish man's kick just now, and just watched the two waves of fish people communicate.

At this time, a lobster man saw that Razor seemed to be distracted, and his strong arms under the giant tongs lifted a sharpened stone axe and smashed it towards Razor's head.

Benbolchu and the others in the distance had just exclaimed in surprise, but Razor's reaction speed was faster.

Swinging the remaining right arm and smashing it, the sharp fish-man claws easily tore the lobster-man's stone axe into three pieces like tofu.

The lobster man was stunned as he held the only remaining stone axe handle in his hand.

Clenched his claws into a fist, "Boom!" The lobster man was immediately blasted more than ten meters away under the terrifying power of Lei Ze, and fell to the ground without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Don't bother me again, you ugly shrimp people!" Razor roared.

Realizing that he possessed super-strength and that he was an ugly fish-headed monster, Razor's curiosity and fear of these ugly shrimp people completely vanished.

He felt his clear-thinking head begin to get a little confused.

Razor was anxious to figure out the current situation, and turned his eyes to the swamp fish-man in the distance, and Razor slowly walked towards Benbolchu.

Razor simply regarded hundreds of lobster people as nothing, and the lobster people who stood in front of Lei Ze were forced by his momentum and involuntarily gave way to a road.

The Lobster Man Lord also didn't want to try Razor's terrifying power, so he gritted his teeth and spit out the fishman language he had worked so hard to learn: "Damn white-skinned fishman, what is your purpose!"

This white-skinned fish-man is powerful, but it doesn't seem to be killing lobsters.

It would be great if he could really get out of the shallow lake beach on his own......

There was only one white-skinned creature present, and when Lei Ze heard this, he turned his head to look at the lobster man lord and shook his head: "I'm sorry, I don't know you, and I'm not interested in you." ”

The cruel words that the lobster man lord had carefully prepared to release in his heart were suffocated back by Lei Ze's reply, and his breath couldn't help but stagnate.

Razor didn't bother to pay attention to the lobster man, and turned back to Benbolchu and the others, "It seems that we are indeed of the same clan, and I accept your invitation." ”

The Bunpor Hill and the swamp fishmen watched as Razor swaggered out of the lobster people and walked in front of them.

Although the lobster people on the side gritted their teeth, they also did not make a move against Lei Ze at the signal of the lobster man lord.

"Gollum. Benbolchu swallowed.

Razor stepped closer, and Benbolchu realized how tall and generous Razor was.

Ben Pol Chu's height of two meters and six meters also needs to raise his head high to see the lower half of Razor's face with his head slightly bowed.

"You're very welcome to the white-skinned big guy...... That...... Let's go back. Benbolchu reached out and patted Razor's thick arm in a friendly way.

"Well, it looks like we're of the same race from the outside, but I seem to be in some trouble, and my memory is blank, except that my name is Razor. Razor pressed his hand on Benbolchu's shoulder, frowned, and whispered.

"So, I might need your help. Razor said in a deep voice.

Judging from his appearance, he is indeed a creature called a fish-man, and when he realizes this, Razor naturally has a good impression of the swamp fish people in front of him.

"Blank memory?" Ben Polchu was slightly stunned, his gaze moving to the wound on Razor's left arm, which was broken off his shoulder.

What terrible creature did this fish-man xenomorph named Razor encounter?

With such a strong power, but he was beaten and lost his shoulder, lost his memory, and then escaped the pursuit by hiding in the belly of a giant fish.

Ben Boqiu's mind was full of associations, but he quickly replied to the powerful fish-man xenomorph in front of him.

"No problem, Brother Razor, we have a fishman shaman in the swamp fishmen, and the shaman is proficient in mystical abilities, and maybe he can really help you recover your memories. When Ben Polchu talked about the fish-man shaman, he couldn't help but show a look of pride and respect.

"By the way, my name is Benbolchu, and they're members of my clan's hunting party. Benbolchu explained.

"Fish-man shaman, that sounds amazing, let's go now. Razor looked at Benbolchu's sincere expression, and couldn't help but look forward to the seemingly powerful fish-man shaman.

It's so uncomfortable that my mind is blank and I don't have the feeling that I can remember before.