These parallel goods, combined with the hundred catties of meat paid by the gnolls, were more than the nightkin tribe's food consumption in a day.

The Whitefish Man didn't expect the giant tortoise to be a food source here......

In the case of no increase in the number of tribal personnel, with these sources alone, the tribe can even go out to hunt without sending out hunting teams to hunt, and they can have no worries about food and clothing.

At this time, Scar came over with several fish-man warriors and a few portions of barbecue.

Placing the barbecue in front of the giant tortoise Cassel with a wooden basin, and looking at the cooked food with all the flavors and flavors, Cassel immediately ate it with relish.

The tribal fishmen brought the parallel goods spit out by Cassel back to the territory in an orderly manner.

The giant tortoise Cassel did not forget the three little turtles on his back, and threw half a roasted whole pig on it, which was enough for the three little turtles to eat.

The three baby turtles may not be old enough, and their intelligence is not as high as Cassel's.

He slowed down his eating as much as possible, but nearly a hundred catties of meat were quickly eaten by Cassel.

A hundred pounds of meat is just a dessert for Cassel.

Cassel knows the truth that the order is on the spot, and after eating the established barbecue, he will not continue to ask.

Cooked food is just a condiment in his recipe, and with his appetite, if the Nightkin tribe were to provide cooked food that satisfies his appetite, he would probably eat the poor Nightkin tribe.

"Cassel, can you tell me how you mastered the power of the spell? Seeing that Cassel had enjoyed a snack and was basking in the morning sun leisurely, the Whitefish Man asked thoughtfully.

The creatures of the lake generally climb onto the sand in the morning and evening to enjoy the relatively soft sunshine during this time of day.

Enjoying the sun, Cassel was obviously in a good mood and quickly responded to the Whitefishman, but the answer disappointed the Whitefishman greatly.

"I can't answer that question. Cassel hummed back.

"Why. The Whitefishman raised his head to meet Cassel's gaze.

Cassel didn't reply, his eyes fixed on the clear water that the tribal fishmen had prepared for the giant tortoise in the wooden basin.

Under Cassel's gaze, the clear water in the wooden basin rose little by little, and then formed a spiraling water belt.

A whole basin of clear water swirled neatly under the control of the giant tortoise Cassel and fell into the giant tortoise's mouth, and was swallowed by it in one bite.

"Because my magical abilities are born naturally. ”

"That day, I wanted to eat a fish not far away, and inexplicably my mind moved, and the water around the fish actually wrapped the fish and flew slowly towards me. ”

"From that day on, I began to grasp this ability. ”

"As for how it appeared and was mastered by me, I guess it should be a gift from the god of time when I have lived to a certain age and enough mental power. ”

Cassel the giant tortoise said slowly.

It's the gift of the years......

The white fish people are a little unwilling, is it possible that this ability to grasp the energy of spells can only be possessed after the baptism of years and the age of living long enough.

No, if that's the case, what about the female Naga, the Kraken, and other creatures who are born with the power of magic.

The white fish man pondered and meditated, and suddenly his mind lit up, as the years passed, the only thing that could increase the magic energy was the inexplicable spiritual power or soul energy.

With the erosion of time, the physical body of the creature may be weakened, but the spirit or soul is more and more deep under this training.

But for such a thing as spiritual power, the giant tortoise Cassel can't say anything.

After some conversation with Cassel, the time came to noon, the sun was fierce, and the giant tortoise Cassel and his three offspring were about to return to the lake.

The other two lord-level creatures on the sand, the Shadow Crocodile, the Lake Spider, and some other creatures, also hid in the lake one after another, avoiding the scorching sun.

The Whitefish People also returned to the Tribal Territory, and after a while, it was time to engage the Bear Monster in hand-to-hand combat.

Smoke rises from the fish-man village, and the tribesmen begin to prepare their lunch.

The Fishman Predator also returns with the hunting party.

The Fish-Man Predator is the new tribal title of the White Fish-Man, and it is the Blue Whale who has received the title.

The leader of the tribal hunting team, Lan Xu, has been awarded the title of Fishman Predator by the White Fishmen, and is officially listed as the three clansmen in the tribe with the title along with the Fishman elder Lan Qi and the fish-man follower Blue Stone (Scar).

The other eight members of the hunting team were awarded the title of Trainee Predator by the Whitefish People.

Taking a roasted wild boar leg handed over by Scar, the white fishman cut it with a knife in his hand and ate it with relish.

Under the influence of the white fish people, the tribal fish people also began to learn to use simple utensils to assist in eating, which was more neat and civilized than eating with bare hands.

At this moment, a message came from the sentry on the watchtower.

Then the white fishman also sensed the breath of a goblin that he hadn't seen for a long time.

A sentry trotted towards the Whitefishman.

"Your Holiness, the goblins have brought you over!" the sentry said, kneeling down on one knee in front of the Whitefishmen.

"Something. "The Whitefish Man didn't understand it for a while.

Fortunately, the goblins soon carried the thing into the wooden walls of the tribe in fear under the watchful eyes of the fish-man warriors.

"Huh?" the Whitefishman looked up and saw the group of dwarf goblins, made out of tree trunks to make improvised stretchers, on which lay a metal statue more than five meters high.

Looking closely at the statue, staring at a huge head, the eyes of a hideous beast a quarter of the size of the face were lifelike, the huge mouth that was cracked to the base of the ear was densely packed with metal teeth, and the curved back was covered with exaggerated thirty yellow and clear metal bone spurs.

With sharp claws and protruding armor, this statue is nine layers similar to the Whitefish Man except for its height and some exaggeration.

In order to curry favor with the White Fish Man, this group of timid goblins actually created such a five-meter-tall metal statue of the White Fish Man in just ten days.

At this time, more than twenty goblin warriors were panting and carrying the statue of the white fish man.

Coming to the tribal square in front of the fish-man hut, the goblin warriors slowly lowered the stretcher on their shoulders, and the speed of putting it down was very slow, but the metal statue still made a dull loud noise when it collided with the ground.

The metal statue weighed several tons.

Goblin Captain Rhyze trotted out of the group and knelt down in front of the Whitefishmen.

The goblin's observation skills are not bad, but at a glance, Ruiz can see that the Whitefish People have become much stronger again.

Feeling the White-Fishman's gaze fall on him, Ruiz felt his mouth open.

"Venerable Whiteskin, I am the captain in charge of this transport. ”

"The equipment and tools you want have been partially built by our Cold Moon Goblin Clan, and this metal statue is a manifestation of our Cold Moon Goblin Clan's loyalty to you, I hope you are satisfied. Seeing that the Whitefish Man didn't mean to speak, Ruiz finished his words in one breath.