Chapter 59: The Verdict on the Goblins

"This metal statue is indeed good, for which I can forgive you for your performance when the Naga attacked, after all, you are a cowardly and despicable race by nature, and it is already a good performance to be able to not fight back at that time. The white fish man said lightly.

Under the circumstances, almost every Naga was stronger than the Whitefishmen, and if it weren't for the goblins knowing that the Whitefishmen had terrifying special abilities, they would definitely have fought back on the fly.

Fall back to the Naga who look even more powerful.

These words made Ruiz's black face flush with a hint of visible redness, but he couldn't refute the words of the white fishman for a while, his people were indeed cowardly and cowardly, including the goblin craftsman Rig with a strong casting talent, who could not get rid of this nature.

Ryze, the fearless goblin captain, is just an outlier in the clan.

Rhyze didn't have time to defend his people, and the Whitefish Man continued to speak.

"Scar, come here. The Whitefishman beckoned to Scar beside him.

Ruiz saw the familiar scar on the visitor's face, and thought of something, and had a bad premonition.

"Scar was hunted down by you, remember. ”

"Are you ready to be wiped out against the warriors of our Nightkin tribe?" The white fishman slashed his claws across the blade of the knife in his right hand, and a deep scratch clearly appeared on the blade with a piercing grinding sound.

The Whitefishman had a tone of bestial killing intent, which made Ruiz realize that this extermination was not a joke.

"Venerable Whiteskin, please forgive our clan, I was the one who ordered Lord Scar to attack in the first place, kill me if you want to. Rhyz thrashed his head on the ground.

Thinking of his own people being slaughtered by the Whitefish People, Ryze's body trembled, and his eyes glowed red.

After ten days of cultivation, the tribal fish people have recovered to a healthy state, and they have become more and more adapted to land life, the original green skin of the tribal fish people even magically glows a little blue, with the strength of the nightkin tribe now, Ruiz has no doubt that they have the strength to be able to kill the cold moon goblin clan.

What's more, there are also jackals who have been suppressing the goblin clan to help.

Because of their unintentional actions!

The Cold Moon Goblin Clan is facing a real crisis of extinction!

In that case, then exchange your life for the vitality of the clan, I hope that the White Skin Venerable can agree, Ruiz thought in his heart.

The Whitefishman looked at Ruiz's performance, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Ryze's personality is more like a rough but fearless bear monster than a cowardly goblin.

His emaciated goblin body contained the soul of a bear monster.

Slaves of this character are actually more preferred to those in control than cowardly and fearful slaves.

The goblin clan is still useful, and it is impossible to exterminate the clan.

Closing his eyes and thinking slightly, the Whitefish Man had an idea.

"Ruiz, you're not the only one who shot Scar. The white fishman spoke, his voice unwavering.

Ruiz gritted his teeth: "And my squad, but they all just follow my orders......"

"Needless to say. The Whitefishman reached out to stop Ryze's words.

"You brought them all to the Nightkin tribe, and by the way, Goblin Smith Rig. "The Whitefish Man ordered Rig's life.

"Rigger is the most talented craftsman in our clan, I ......"

"Shut up!" Whitefishman snarled, interrupting Ryz's bargain.

"Ten years of service to the Nightkin Tribe, I'll let you go. ”

"If any goblin escapes, I will see you automatically giving up this transaction in exchange for your people's survival. ”

"Then I will kill you directly!"

Ten years of service?Ryze froze in place, he had thought that all the people named by the Whitefish would die at the hands of the Nightkin tribe to appease the anger of the Whiteskin.

Being able to immortalize, but only serving for ten years, the White Skin Venerable seems to be more merciful than he imagined.

"Go back and get back to your life, I'll see you and your team before sunset tomorrow, and Rig must be in my tribe. ”

"Otherwise, I will personally lead the Fish-Man warriors of the Tribe, along with the Glacial Lake Gnoll Clan, to level your goblin territory. ”

"The fate of your realm is in your own hands. ”

The Whitefish Man drove Ruiz away mercilessly.

Goblin Captain Ryze took the team members down their equipment and walked out of the tall wooden wall of the territory, and the scar on one side did not take the opportunity to teach Rieze a few lessons, and watched Ryze and his party leave the village with an expressionless face, and then turned around and returned to the Venerable.

When Scar returns to the territory square, he sees that the Fish-Man Predator has led his people to remove the statue of the White Fish-Man.

The tribesmen wrapped the statue around the statue with sturdy vines, and with the permission of the White Fishman, the metal statue of the Great Fishman was erected in the very center of the square, facing the Gem Lake.

The statue of the big fishman was erected, and the tribal fishmen all let out a happy and enthusiastic shout, this five-meter-high metal statue was imposing, and the details were perfect, which showed that the goblins were indeed cast with heart.

The goblin team led by Ruiz also brought the tools that the Whitefishmen wanted, some scissors, needles, knives with a simpler style, iron hammers, iron cones, and other common tools.

The Whitefish Man picked up these tools and relied on the memories in his mind to learn how to use them one by one.

The tribal fishmen who received these magical tools were overjoyed and enthusiastically learned new tricks.

The Whitefishmen were tasked with mining rocks to fortify wooden walls on the edge of cliffs, cutting suitable hides and even clothing with scissors.

As for the Whitefishmen describing the four-pointed, three-edged weapon, the goblins are not finished.

Time passed little by little, and the time agreed with the bear monster had arrived.

With the followers of the fish-men, the white-fishmen told the tribesmen to look at the territory as usual, and went to the dense forest.

Ten days later, with a few more rains, the vegetation in the dense forest reached its peak.

This makes the ordinary creatures in the dense forest bloom, and the vigorous growth of plants represents an infinite abundance of food, which can make them happy and contented to thrive.

An increase in the number of common mobs means an increase in the rations of predators such as fishmen, a virtuous cycle in which the output of the territory increases.

The changes in the dense forest are in the eyes of the white fish people, and the abundant food sources also make the white fish people more concerned about the birth plan, and I believe that it will not be long before the fish people in the tribe will be born.

Shuttling through the dense forest, the Whitefish Man soon came to the Boundary Stone.

From afar, I saw a behemoth leaning on the boundary stone holding a small branch and offering a tooth sacrifice, it was the bear monster.