Chapter Forty-Seven: Life

The Whitefishman was tempted to say no, as his beard could cover the entire sandy area, and even when he was asleep, he could still detect dangerous breaths.

But just in case there really appeared any creature that the beard could not detect, and also to let the tribesmen rest more at ease, he still nodded and arranged for two male fishman warriors who were not injured to serve as patrol guards.

The Whitefishmen named the class the Night's Watch, and until there was a suitable regular Night's Watchman, the Whitefishmen would arrange for different Fishman warriors to take turns each day to take on the role of Night's Watchman.

With five elected tribal fishmen, the Whitefishmen climbed up to their own fish-man hut.

For fish people with excellent night vision, it is a good choice to study in the quiet of the night.

The temperature is rising at night, and the surface of the glacial lake today does not seem to freeze all under the night temperature.

It seems that the complete thawing of the glacial lake is no longer far off.

In the cool breeze, there are some basic knowledge of the sea language, and the white fish people are ready to teach at the same time.

In the strange tone of the Whitefish Man, the teaching class of the Book of Knowledge begins.

It was destined to be an unforgettable night for the five Fish-Man Pioneers.

The next morning, when the sun rose, the fish-man warrior Lan Yan opened the wooden door of his hut and stretched comfortably in the morning sun.

After resting all night on a hay-covered wooden bed, Lan Yan felt surprisingly comfortable.

"According to the Fishman calendar, today is the first day of the second month of the first year of the Fishman calendar. Lan Xuan said in his heart.

Yes, Lan Xuan was one of the five Fishman Warriors who were selected by the White Fish Candidates last night to explain the Book of Learning, and the White Fish Man told the five forerunners about the Fishman calendar and the division of time.

Lan Xuan is a male fish-man warrior with a large head and a thick waist, and is currently the strongest fish-man warrior in the outer fall except for the scar.

To be able to be chosen by the White Fish as the first forerunner to impart knowledge, Lan Xu's wisdom is not too low.

"The followers are really early. Last night, like me, he listened to His Holiness's teachings until midnight. Lan Xuan saw the scar quietly guarding outside the Venerable Being's house at a glance.

Lan Yan looked at Scar with envy, Follower, as the name suggests, this is the closest guard by His Holiness's side, Lan Yan hopes that he can become the second follower of His Holiness.

Lan Yan stepped down the stairs of the wooden house and came to the square in the middle, which was very clean under the orders of the White Fish Man.

"Lan Xu, today's hunting mission of the tribe is completed by you. In the distance, Scar spotted Lan Xuan who had gotten out of bed and said loudly.

"Followers, guaranteed to complete the hunting mission. Lan Yan nodded in response. The communication between the two fish-man warriors was mixed with the newly learned sea clan language, and the fish-man warriors around them were confused.

In a few days, when the Whitefish People finished teaching, it would be the turn of the five Precursors to teach them to learn the contents of the Book of Knowledge.

A dazzling tall white figure walked out of the hut behind the scar, and immediately attracted the attention of all the tribesmen, who were none other than the souls of the Nightkin tribe, the Whitefishmen.

With the appearance of the Great Fish-Man Venerable, the Fish-Man warriors gathered in the square, and the entire Nightkin tribe began to liven up.

Soon, the Fish-Man Elder Lan Qi was given the task of building a railing and a watchtower today.

After greeting His Holiness, Lan Xuan also began to select fish-man warriors and prepared to enter the dense forest to start hunting.

After all, hunting is more dangerous than building, so Lan Qi, the elder of the fish-people, gave priority to Lan Qi to select the eight strongest fish-man warriors by name.

The rest of the tribes, the fishmen, except for Scar, who followed the Venerable, followed Lan Qi to defend the territory of the fishman village.

Whether it is a hunting task or a construction task, it is the basic obligation of being a member of the tribe, and the enthusiasm of the tribe fishmen is extremely high, for fear of being left behind.

Thanking Lan Qi, the elder of the fish-people, Lan Qi led a team of eight people to the dense forest in the eyes of everyone in the tribe.

At this time, the dense forest is full of greenery, and just waiting for a New Year's heavy rain can completely detonate the green vitality of the dense forest.

"Everyone, pay attention, the damage of ice scorpions and bloodthirsty spiders is not low. Stepping on the dense forest, Lan Yan whispered.

These two creatures do no harm to the white fish, but they are also dangerous species to watch out for the green fish with weak defenses.

The members of the squad should be.

There is a team of eight people, and the five male fishmen in the tribe are all there, namely Lan Xuan himself, Lan Fluorine, Lan Ke, Lan Jing, and Lan Yao.

The remaining four female fishmen are Lan ?, Lan Yuan, and Lan Mei Lan sisters. They are three of the strongest and most agile of the female warriors.

Although ordinary fish-people do not have the detection artifact beard under the jaws of white fish-people, their sense of smell in their nostrils should not be underestimated.

The Whitefish People have not hunted in the middle of the jungle for a long time, resulting in this area becoming a safe zone, and a large number of ordinary creatures from other areas have poured into the middle of the jungle, and the number of prey has greatly increased.

It didn't take long for him to walk in the dense forest, and Lan Yao, who had the most sensitive nose, found his target.

"Behind the row of rocks in front of me, there was the smell of a black-skinned boar. Lan Yao whispered.

Lan Xuan gestured, and the eight-person team suddenly dispersed, slowly approaching the target location in unison.

Lan Zhen approached the weeds, and soon, a strong black-skinned wild boar of about seventy or eighty pounds appeared in Lan Yan's eyes.

Three wild boars of this size are enough to meet the needs of the tribe for a day.

The black-skinned boar happily pulled the soil with its black hooves, and from time to time turned out a piece of rhizome-like food, put it in its mouth and chewed it wantonly.

Suddenly, the black-skinned boar raised its head alertly, and a strange green-skinned monster appeared not far from it.

Sensing the crisis, the black-skinned boar wittily didn't even make a demonstration, and turned around to run, but it had already entered the encirclement of the hunting party.

When he turned his head, he saw four green-fish men closing the encirclement.

Already encircled, the black-skinned boar ran quickly in the direction of a thin-looking greenfishman.

It is the direction of Lan Jing's encirclement, Lan Jing is about 1.83 meters, although his body looks thin and weak, and his strength may be insufficient, but his agility is beyond that of most male fishmen.

Pulling out his waist knife, Lan Jing took a step forward when the black-skinned boar approached, and accurately slashed the head of the black-skinned boar.

did not kill the black-skinned boar, but also made the wild boar pause for a moment, when the black-skinned boar went crazy, the members of the hunting team rushed up and hacked the black-skinned boar to death.

"The first prey has been successfully caught!" the members of the hunting team briefly handled the black-skinned wild boar, and the fat fish-man female warrior Blue resisted on the shoulder.