"Hey, the title and its meaning are very good. The bear monster looked happy.

"Then let's decide so, you come to announce it at the evening celebration dinner, my name will be Demon Hunter Bear from today onwards, hahaha. The bear monster agreed.

Scar shook his head slightly at the bear monster's escape, but he didn't deny that the title of Demon Hunter was indeed good.

Later, this title did accompany the bear monster for the rest of its life, and in the future, the title of Demon Hunter will be known to everyone in the Yamka continent.

Those who respect him will call him Demon Hunter Bear, while his enemies will often prefer to refer to him in a slightly derogatory way as Demon Hunter Bear Blind Bear, or simply Bear Blind.

The new title given to the bear monster by the Whitefish Man actually involves another matter.

That's the hierarchy of tribal races.

This new division of the ranks of the Nightkin tribe members has already begun in the minds of the Whitefishmen.

Whether the gnolls archers like it or not, this group of self-trained gnolls archers must join the Nightkin tribe after the battle.

Because the power in the hands of the jackals and archers with strong bows has made it difficult for the Whitefish people to allow them to develop freely on the east coast.

The addition of the Gnoll Archers, as well as the Bear Family. With the addition of goblins and Setus slaves, there are already quite a few races in the Nightkin tribe.

And it is suspected that with the development of the tribe in the future, if the entire East Bank is unified, there will be more races included.

The Whitefish people decided to divide the tribesmen into four ordinary classes: the third class and the lowest class of slaves.

Lower clansmen can be promoted through military exploits or by making significant contributions to the tribe.

For the time being, the right to promote this level can only be held by the Whitefish people.

As the main body of the tribe, the fish-man warrior is undoubtedly a first-class tribesman.

If the gnolls archers offered to join the Nightkin tribe after the battle, the Whitefish would not mind giving them second-class status.

If you need to be reminded by the White Fish People, then you only have the status of a third-class clansman.

Even if force is required, it can only be reduced to slavery.

There are also more than two dozen goblins of the goblin slave group in the territory.

They had been doing well for eight months, and the Whitefish had decided to elevate them all to third-class citizenship and exempt them from slavery without human rights.

Goblin Craftsman Rig and Deputy Head Ryze have a lot of credit, and they can be promoted to first-class and second-class people respectively.

Above the first-class clansmen, there are the three named fishmen and the elite title clansmen of the bear monsters.

There is only a difference in reputation between the people who are temporarily unequal, and the Whitefish people do not set too many rights distinctions.

These will be announced by the Whitefish people themselves at the dinner.

"Alright, almost, put a fire, let's go back to the tribe. The Whitefish Man commanded.

The location of the Setus Gathering Place is very well located, and the last red light from the sunset can sprinkle all over the territory, illuminating the entire Setus Gathering Place.

It's a fleeting twilight under the sunset, wonderful and short.

The warriors began spraying flammable animal oil, and then set fire to the territory that had been run by the Setters for decades.

The flames began to burn, emitting a brightness that even surpassed the glow of the setting sun.

"It's a good location, just make Sunset Valley, and you can build a second town here in the future. The Whitefish Man whispered to the people of the area.

A fire destroyed countless things, but turned this Setus gathering place into fertile land suitable for vegetation growth.

After a rain, the valley of the setting sun begins to bloom with greenery, and it becomes a place of life.

As the crimson moon showed its corner, the ranks of the Legion of Chaos began their return journey.

In addition to looting all kinds of supplies, each warrior also carried the corpses of a fish-man warrior and fifteen gnoll archers.

Looking at the corpses of these people, the joy of the warriors after their victory also diminished a lot.

Fortunately, after this battle, there are no more races in the East Coast Jungle that are unfavorable to the Nightkin tribe for the time being.

The Bear Monster family has joined the Nightkin Tribe.

The submission of the gnolls and goblins is only in the morning and evening.

The Centaurs and Setters have been driven out of the East Coast.

The remaining Lightning Lizards do not rush out of their territory for no reason, and only survive in the territory they occupy in the third of the territory on the east coast.

After the Battle of the Night Race. Two-thirds of the entire East Coast will fall into the Nightkin Horde's sphere of influence.

With sufficient supplies, no rival races fighting each other to consume the population, and the fecundity of the fish-man warriors, the Nightkin tribe will usher in a period of rapid development.

Next, what the Whitefish people have to do is to let the tribe develop smoothly while sending elites to lay a foundation of power on the north shore of the north of Gem Lake.

As soon as the Fish-Man Legion is formed, the conquest of the Bleak Lands will begin.

Under the crimson moon, fish-man warriors and gnol-man archers marched briskly.

A few hours later, the grim silhouette of the Great Fish-Man town in the blood-colored moonlight appeared in the eyes of the warriors.

The warriors walking on the sand couldn't help but feel home in their hearts.

"It's home!" Scar shouted.

"After entering the city, assemble in the Fishman Hall!" the White Fishman ordered, and then turned into an afterimage and left the group.

The goblin slaves on the city wall saw from a distance the dense figures stepping out of the dense forest in the moonlight.

The sound of the collision between the armor and weapons floated far away.

When it became clear that the figure was the warrior returning from the battle, the cheers began to pass through the city walls.

"Inform the Fish-Man Elder that the Legion is back!" a goblin slave quickly led the way.

Straight to the fish-man elder who was eating meat fillets with the giant tortoise Cassel for a day on the edge of the sand.

"Hey, little one, the warriors of your tribe are back, and you can go back to the city. "The giant tortoise Cassel's perception is not weak, and he can sense the breath of the warriors across the town.

"I'm almost full, too, and it feels good to have all-you-can-eat snacks!Hiccup~" Cassel burped loudly.

The fish-man elder was excitedly about to say goodbye, when he felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and a familiar white figure had appeared in front of him.

"Venerable!" Lan Qi exclaimed.

Although there had been speculation for a long time, it wasn't until the Whitefishmen disappeared for a whole day that Lan Qi confirmed that the Whitefishmen had really gone out to fight with the Mixed Legion.

Nodding to Lan Qi, the white-fish-man giant turtle Kasuo thanked him: "I'm sorry for your trouble, Cassel." ”

"Little things, it's quiet all day and night today, nothing happens, I'm just about eating meat, haha. The giant tortoise Cassel was not surprised at all by the sudden appearance of the white fish man, and replied loudly.