It has been almost half a month since the cold wave passed, and the speed of thawing of the glacial lake is getting faster and faster, and it will not be long before the glacial lake will completely thaw.

The temperature has risen, and the white fish people no longer need to hide in the deep crypt to escape the cold at night, and they can resist the low temperature at night with their own physical fitness.

As the sun set, some of the hungry White-Fishmen took out the last chunk of meat from the freezer and ate a fairly rich dinner with More-Eyes, and then went to the Fish-Man hut to rest.

Thinking about what kind of creatures to hunt in the jungle territory tomorrow for food.

The White Fish People have developed good habits of work and rest, and they are day and night.

Because the developing body needs a lot of meat, it also needs enough rest time.

On the other side, Mucheye dug a pit nearby and buried his body in the earth.

After these days of training, Multi-Eye overcame some of his aversion to the ground.

Under the command of the White Fishman, Multi-Eyes can move faster on the ground with the help of tentacles like feet.

Instead of moving slowly on land with only one body, as before,

With the multi-eyes on the side, the Whitefishman can rest in the Fishman hut with more peace of mind.

Before nightfall, the beard of the white fish-man who was about to rest jumped, and 'smelled' a strange smell, and the direction of the smell came from the gem lake.

Following the white fish man, the multi-eyed also noticed the abnormality, and several tentacles vigilantly poked out.

It will take about a few days before the lake completely thaws, and there is not much life in the lake today.

Therefore, the same aura appeared, and the white fish people noticed it immediately.

"Familiar breath, another fish-man?"

"The breath is faint, mixed with the smell of blood, a wounded fish-man......"

The white-fish man's brain received the information from the beard, and his mind turned, and he guessed eight or nine.

"Could it be the wounded from the group of fishmen on the other side?"

After thinking about it, the Whitefish Man finally decided to check it out.

Putting on wooden shoes on the steps of the Fish-Man's hut, the White-Fishman walked in the direction of Gem Lake.

The fish-man hut is less than 100 meters away from the gem lake, and the white fish-man has excellent night vision, and after walking a few steps, he saw a fish-man stranded on the shore.

It was also his luck that he made it to the shore before the middle of the night, otherwise he would have been frozen in the lake.

The white fish-man took a few quick steps in front of the fish-man.

This fish-man was prostrate on the ground, with four arrows on his back, and his breath was already very weak, and it seemed that the injury was too serious.

There was also a scar on his face, and his facial features were twisted as if he was in great pain.

This fish-man is none other than the Scarred Fish-Man who was chased by goblins and fell into the gem lake.

As the water of the lake fluttered, the Scarred Fishman was extremely lucky enough to be washed up on the sandy ground where the Fishman Hut was located.

The "Arrow ......" Whitefish Man has the concept of this tool in his head.

"Was it attacked by some intelligent race? ”

The Whitefish Man guessed.

After all, they are of the same race, and the Whitefish-Man still decides to try to rescue the fish-man.

With an arrow on his back, it is difficult to move, and the Whitefish Man moves to pull the arrow off.

"Hey, there's something weird about this arrow. ”

After a few attempts, the Whitefishman had an idea, and finally slowly spun and pulled the arrow down.

In the process, the wounds of the fish-man were involved, and the body of the scarred fish-man in the fainting actually twitched several times.

The big pool of blood flowed out as the arrows were pulled down, and the white fishman frowned and quickly pulled out the other three arrows with the same technique.

The foreign body is removed, and the wound on the fisherman's body begins to heal automatically.

Whether he can survive or not depends on the fish-man himself.

Picking up the Scar Fishman, who was only a little smaller than himself, the White Fishman walked towards the Fishman hut.

"Hmm? What do you want to do? "The Whitefishman came to the Fishman hut and found that Eyes had stretched out one of his tentacles towards the Scarred Fishman in his hand.

In the eyes of many eyes, this fishman, who has a similar aura to the white fishman, is considered a good person by default.

Therefore, Multi-Eyes wants to save this good man.

No negative emotions were felt in the multi-eyed, and the Whitefish-Man did not stop its movements.

Feeling the faint breath of the Scarred Fishman, Multi-Eyes stretched out his tentacles, broke open the Scarred Fishman's big mouth, and the muscles on the tentacles squirmed, splitting a piece of meat and squeezing it into the Scarred Fishman's esophagus.

"You're ......" the white fishman saw the multi-eyed movement in his eyes, and his heart rippled.

Thinking of the multi-eyed horror's regenerative recovery ability, the white fish's heart moved: "Could it be that your flesh drama has a healing function?"

The multi-eyed man in front of him blinked his eyes innocently, "Woo." An inexplicable scream came from a body buried in the ground in the distance.

The Whitefish Man rolled his eyes, if it was true, Multi-Eyes was really a perfect pet.

Looking at the scar fishman in his hand again, after being forcibly swallowed the multi-eyed flesh, it seems that his complexion is really a little better.

The Whitefishman patted the multi-eyed tentacles, picked up the Scarred Fishman, and carried it to the crypt where he had previously lived.

There were some blood stains on his body, and while the gem lake was not frozen, the white fishman hurriedly came to the lake to wash himself up, and returned to the fishman hut refreshed.

"Rested. "Saving a fish-man casually is not a big deal for the white fish-man.

It has been more than ten days since I came to the East Coast, and I can eat and drink enough every day, without the oppression of other creatures, and be free, which is already an ideal life for the White Fish people.

The white fish-man lay on the dry and soft haystack and fell asleep, while the beard under his jaw was constantly sensing his surroundings twenty-four hours a day.

In the crypt on the side of the Fish-Man Hut, the Scar Fish-Man huddled in the crypt felt a flame ignite in his belly.

This flame began to spread from the abdomen, gradually scorching the cold body warm, and the blood in the whole body began to run rapidly.

There was a constant itching sensation from the wound, and the originally exhausted physical strength began to recover rapidly under the drive of this flame.

The flesh and blood of many eyes do have incredible functions.

"Where am I?" Suddenly, Scarman regained consciousness.

Looking up slightly, scanning his surroundings, Scar-Man looked at the hole that shot into the light.

The limbs moved slightly, although they were still a little weak, but they could already move, and the wound on the back was only a faint pain, looking like they were almost fine.

Scar-Man was a little confused, but he was still vigilant and slowly crawled towards the entrance of the cave.

Outside the entrance of the cave, the morning sun was born, and the scarred fishman poked out his head, his eyes slightly narrowed in the bright morning light.

"It's alive. A voice rang out from behind Scarred Fishman.

The scarred fishman was startled, quickly crawled out of the hole, turned his head, and saw a small pavilion behind the hole.

In the pavilion, a white-skinned creature was staring at him with interest, and when he saw the creature's appearance, the Scarred Fishman couldn't help but be shocked.

"Big ...... Big Fishman. ”

"It's a big fishman!"

"I was actually rescued by the big fishman. ”

The Scarman knelt directly on the ground and kowtowed to the White Fishman.

"Bang bang bang. "The scar-man was so hard that it made a dull noise on the sand.