"If your hatred is enough, live well and join the Nightkin tribe. ”

"Your three sons will be in my care, and you yourself will get used to your present body in the tribe. ”

"I believe that hard work will never be in vain, and if you become a lord-level creature again, revenge is not a problem at all, and you can decide for yourself what you want when the time comes. ”

The white fishman finished his words in one breath, looked at the lifeless bear monster, and then had to rely on himself.

The change in the state of mind of the person seeking death can only be guided by the help of others.

The bear monster listened in a daze, and seemed to regain some vitality under the words of the white fish man.

"Father, mother, and your enmity, I will work with my younger brothers to get it back for you. At this time, Xiong wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said solemnly.

Feeling the firmness in his son's tone, the bear monster's silent heart finally beat slowly.

Live, get revenge, a voice kept lingering in the heart of the bear monster.

On the side, the white fishman looked at the bear monster, and his eyes suddenly flashed a strange color.

It seemed as if a black mist flashed through the dark sockets of the bear monster that had lost its eyeballs.

"Delusion?" the Whitefishman wondered, remembering that the mysterious being seemed to have said something about giving the bear monster a gift before leaving.

What the hell is that gift?

You'd better not have any intrigues, the Whitefishman clenched the skeletal scepter in his hand.

After a long time, a furfur roar came from the empty centaur camp.

"Roar! In my lifetime, I will kill all the centaur clans I meet, and hunt down the centaur clan until they are wiped out!"

The bear monster finally regained its strength, and although it became a little extreme, the white fishman was still relieved.

"Let's go back first. The white fishman used his arms to easily lift the bear monster on his back, while controlling the bone arrow behind his back that did not grow.

The White Fish Man can freely control the repair and growth of bone arrows and tailbones.

Accidentally saved the life of the bear monster, and the white fish man was no longer ready to do it himself.

Moreover, the Whitefish People still have the Nightkin tribe to take care of themselves, so they don't have a lot of time to hunt down those centaurs one by one.

At least in the short term, it's not possible.

On the contrary, it is necessary to keep this hatred and let the bear monster complete it himself, which can give the bear monster a goal to motivate him to live.

Besides, with a seriously wounded man on his back and three juvenile bears by his side, it was impossible for the Whitefishmen to chase down the centaur warriors.

The most important thing is to send the remnants back to the tribe first.

The white fish man carried the bear monster on his back, although the bear monster was a little thinner than before, but it was still a lot more generous than the white fish man who took the agile route.

The white fish man carried it on his back, which seemed to be a little out of proportion, but with the current strength of the white fish man, the one-ton bear monster did not feel much weight on his back.

There was a burst of pain from the wound of the resurrected bear monster, which was nothing to the bear monster, but it was carried by the white fish man on his back like this, and he suddenly felt a little burned and felt a little embarrassed.

"How do I feel like you're suddenly getting taller?" the bear monster coughed dryly, changing the subject.

"Well, yes, my body has undergone some changes not long ago. The White Fish Man himself couldn't explain the specific changes, so he could only vaguely say so.

Seeing this, the bear monster didn't speak, and he could feel that even if the current white fish man was against him before he was injured, it was estimated that he was not his opponent at all.

At this time, there was silence in the centaur camp, except for the centaur warriors who had died on the ground, there was no centaur breath in the sense of the white fishmen.

The tents inside the camp were also a mess, with some centaur warriors taking important things with them before fleeing.

The falling wind dragon collided with the pitch-black magic finger, and the body was torn apart.

It's a pity to look at the blood and flesh of the wind dragon that has been sprinkled all over the place, the white fish heart said.

Knowing that dragon's blood has the effect of enhancing physical fitness and strength, the white fish-man asked the three bears to find some bottles and cans in the centaur camp, and barely collected a few jars of dragon's blood and a few pieces of dragon meat.

If you send someone to collect it, it will probably be eaten by the creatures who came around with the smell of blood.

The skeletal scepter in the White-Fishman's hand had a thin line running through it, just enough to hang around his neck.

The Whitefishman carried an iron cage with a large piece of dragon meat in one hand, a tied jar of dragon's blood in the other, a skeletal scepter around his neck, and a black collar-looking thing......

Yes, this black thing is exactly Blackie.

It hid in the heart of the Wind Dragon with the White Fish Man, drank enough Wind Dragon Essence blood, and its body had grown to the thickness of its arms, evolving from a wristband to a scarf......

It's just that I don't know what's going on, Xiao Hei fell into a deep sleep, and now he only hangs on the neck of the white fish man by instinct, and he doesn't know how long it will take to wake up.

Beckoning the three cubs who were collecting their mother's bones to come over and prepare to go.

Carrying the bones of a good mother, the three little bears came to the Whitefish Man with a sad but determined expression.

After experiencing the danger of centaurs, the three bears have undergone an inexplicable metamorphosis.

The white fishman noticed that the bear monster smelled the breath of Madame Bear's skull collected behind the bear, and his body trembled, and he didn't want to let the bear monster fall into a senseless mood, so he directly raised his steps and set off.

This is the Centaur Territory, which is north of their own territory.

Just look in the direction of the south.

The Wind Dragon only flew into the sky with the Whitefishman for ten minutes, and then he crossed the distance that would take hours to travel on land.

After a little thought, the Whitefish Man realized the strategic importance of flying, and pondered about going back to train a bird that could fly with people.

As the afternoon sun began to set in the west, the Whitefishman took a stride to the south, with the three cubs following closely by the Whitefishman.

Soon, the fish-man and the four-bear monster walked out of the silent centaur camp.

The centaur camp is located in the very center of the territory, nearly four hours away from the territory of the bear monsters.

In order to get back to the territory before dark, the Whitefishmen quickened their pace, and the three bears followed the Whitefishmen breathlessly.

As they march through the territory of the Centaurs, the Whitefish People also know why they covet the territory of the Bears.

The Centaur Clan's territory is close to the Bleak Land to the north, and it already has four or five points of Bleak Land.

Most of the territory is wasteland and small bushes, and there are few dense forests.

One can imagine how scarce the output of such a territory would be.

As the Whitefish Man quickened his pace, he saw that he was about to walk out of the Centaur territory in less than three hours.

Just at the edge of the territory, the Whitefish Man saw a round-headed and round-headed figure blocking the side of the road.

"It's finally waiting for you!" said the kobold Katy, who spoke the bear language so fluently that he almost made the Whitefish people think they had met a white-haired bear monster.

"Please two lords can take me in!" said the kobold Katy, who faced the white fishman directly and fell to her knees with a pop.