The white fish man took Xiao Hei and came back to the sand to soak up the sun.

Soaking up the sun boosts the physical development of the growing Whitefishmen, as well as keeping an eye on the now-dangerous Gem Lake, which is a popular activity.

The little black snake on the wrist of the white fishman looks the same, wrapped around the white fishman's hand and enjoying the morning sun.

"Scar, go get a piece of finely chopped meat. The white fishman pointed to the little black in his hand.

Scar understood what the Whitefish Man meant by feeding Blackie, nodded and walked back to the wooden wall.

Soon Scar brought over a wooden bowl, and in the bowl was a small half bowl of cut thin and neat strips of meat, which should be mountain venison meat in color.

The white fishman picked up a piece of meat with a wooden skewer and put it in front of Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei poked out his head and sniffed it, immediately opened the snake's mouth, swallowed the meat strip in a few bites, and then looked at the white fishman with blank eyes.

It seems that the taste of venison is very much in line with Xiao Hei's appetite.

The white fish man laughed and continued to feed Xiao Hei with a wooden skewer with a strip of meat, and Xiao Hei did not refuse to come, until a full ten meat strips equivalent to twice the size of Xiao Hei's body went down, Xiao Hei stopped eating, curled up around the white fish man's wrist, closed his eyes and did not move.

The strips of meat are not as easy to digest as Black's own eggshells, and it takes time for Blackie to digest the large portions of venison he eats.

Today, the giant tortoise Cassel did not come ashore, and when it was close to noon and there was not much life on the sand, the Whitefish-Man returned to the wooden walls.

Nowadays, the tribe has enough food, and there is no need to explore the territory, and the white fish people, as the tribal patriarch, are very leisurely, eating, drinking, and fighting all day long.

Occasionally, under the orders of the white fishmen, the tribal fishmen planted beautiful flowers in the territory, dug drainage ditches, etc., which made the fish-man village more beautiful and civilized.

There were no specific threats around the tribal territory, and the tribe of Nightkin in the corner of the Gem Lake grew quietly but rapidly in this corner.

The birth plan of the Whitefish people has begun to bear fruit.

This morning, the Fish-Man Elder Lan Qi came to report to the White-Fishman that three female Fish-Man Warriors had been pregnant.

It is believed that in 120 days, after 6 fish-man months, there will be fish-man eggs in the tribe one after another.

As the number of clansmen increases, the tribe grows stronger.

The Whitefish People can also rely on powerful tribes to see the wider beauty of this magnificent world, and continue to grow their own strength, reaching an unprecedented level of creatures.

"Venerable, the goblins have not yet come. Outside the fish-man hut, Scar's cold voice was heard.

Scar actually remembers the chase that Ruiz led the goblins to chase Scar a long time ago, after all, that Scar was really only a thin line away from life and death.

It's just that the goblins seem to be useful to the Venerable and the tribe, which makes Scar hold back his hatred.

"Then prepare for it, and tomorrow I will take the members of the hunting team to spend a morning attacking the territory of the Quire. The faint voice of the white fish man came from the hut.

This time, the Whitefish Man was no joke.

Whether it's to improve the centripetal force of the tribe, or simply subdue the goblin clan by force, or even to vent the anger of Scar, this battle is inevitable.

In the afternoon, just as the White Fishman summoned the Fishman Elder Lan Qi, the Fishman Predator Lan Qi and the follower Scar to hold a battle meeting in the hut, the Fishman Warriors outside the door came with the news that the goblin team had arrived.

"It seems that the plan to capture the Territory that has just been discussed is about to be cancelled. The fish-man elder shook his head with a smile and said.

"yes. I'm still thinking about having a good fight. The Fishman Predator Blue Whisper's tone seemed a little lost.

Scar, on the other hand, remained calm and did not speak.

"Goblin forging technology is of great benefit to the development of the tribe, and it is best for us to adopt it as a vassal race. It is better not to go to war to reduce the loss of the goblin population. ”

"After a successful reconquest, every goblin will be a useful slave to us. The Whitefishman finally spoke.

The other three were thoughtful when they heard this, the previous Deep Blue Clan was not without a vassal race, and they could understand what the White Fish Man meant.

It's just that the thinking is not as clear as that of the Whitefish Man.

A few moments later, the voices of goblins could be heard outside the door.

"Meet the Venerable Whiteskin. Rhyz brought a group of goblin warriors to the Fishman Hut and got down on one knee.

Surrounded by the tribal fishmen who watched the more than twenty goblin warriors vigilantly.

In terms of numbers, this group of goblins is equal to the number of people in the current tribe of Nightkin Clan.

In terms of quality, the fish-man warriors who are now fully armed and recuperate have to deal with goblins, just like the Naga warriors who fought fishmen, and it is not a problem to fight three or four at a time.

"It came at the right time. ”

"You're all ready to serve the Nightkin tribe for ten years, aren't you?" said the Whitefishman as he walked out of the hut with the three of them.

"Yes, we're all very willing!" Reze replied eagerly, with a hint of urgency.

Rigg, the craftsman beside Ruize, also had a resigned expression, and Ruiz had already told him what had happened on the way.

Rig knew that he might have to stay in the Nightkin tribe for the rest of his life.

"Very well, then I announce that the Nightkin Clan's Landing Elite Slave Regiment is officially established today, and it will be valid for ten years, and you must serve the Nightkin tribe unconditionally for ten years. ”

"Scar, I appoint you as the head of the slave group, and Ruiz as the deputy head to assist Scar. "The Whitefish Man gave a series of well-planned orders.

"Commanded. Scarman bowed.

Scar also apparently knew the deployment of the Whitefish Man in advance, and came to the goblin slaves with a calm face.

"Captain!" the members of the Goblin Slave Regiment greeted Scar in unison.

Ruiz looked at his regiment commander with a wry smile, thinking that the regiment commander had been chased and killed by his own team, Ruiz's heart trembled, and it seemed that the next days would not be better.

The goblin craftsman next to him, Rig, gently touched Ryze, who was slightly stunned and quickly came to his senses.

"Venerable, I still have something to ask you for!" Ryze, who came back to his senses and thought of the predicament of the goblin territory, hurriedly spoke.

"I haven't given you a mandate yet, so let's find me something first? The Whitefish Man walked down from the hut and came up to Ryze, patted Ryze on the shoulder, and spoke meaningfully.

At such a close distance, Ruiz could clearly feel the terrifying biological aura on the white fish people.

Sharp bone spurs, jade-white armor that reflects luster in the sun, and a terrifying and generous body!

It's a top-notch lord-level creature!