The Whitefish Man returned to the tribe, and the novel centaur corpse naturally attracted the onlookers of the tribe.

"This creature is ugly. The little fishman Lan Ji only glanced at it a few times and ran away.

This is also the feeling of most tribal fishmen.

The aesthetics of different creatures are not the same.

Taking advantage of the strange time for the clansmen to look at it, the Whitefish People took the opportunity to take out the Book of Knowledge and carve the mark of the Centaur group on the map on the back of the Book of Knowledge on the north side of the mark where the Bear Monster's territory is located.

He also introduced some information about centaurs to his tribesmen.

This can further enhance the impression of the clansmen on the surrounding territorial forces.

The total amount of life on land may not be comparable to that of the ocean, but the number of intelligent races that appear one after another is not comparable to that of the ocean.

There must be a reason for the fact that living things enter the land from the sea.

The fish-man warriors of the Nightkin tribe, including the White-Fishmen themselves, are full of curiosity and yearning for this world full of various races, and perhaps have a hidden desire to conquer in their hearts.

Conquer this dense forest, the entire gem lake, and even the entire continent.

As the sun sets, the Nightkin tribe begins their routine of a late eat.

The White Fish People themselves eat Naga meat a day, and it is enough to eat some barbecued meat and tooth sacrifice once in a while.

Combined with the sudden departure of the multi-eyed, the tribe's food needs were much lower.

There had been some food left over from each day in the tribe for ten days, the storage room had been stacked with a considerable amount of meat, and the ice in the crypt could not be stored for long in the heat.

Fortunately, the knowledge in the white fish man's mind has a way to make jerky, and even without ice cubes, this excess meat can be stored for emergencies.

Shiozawa, smoked, air-dried, and the white fishmen passed on the knowledge in their minds to the tribe.

The tribal fish are quick learners, and they are very fond of hoarding food.

As a result, a variety of meats that can be preserved for a long time and have a unique taste have also appeared in the tribe.

After the dinner, the Whitefish Man began to review the Sea Clan language and some knowledge for the four Precursors.

Knowledge includes the creatures around them, some of the tricks of the fish-man's hands and claws, and the white fish-man will also ask for some information about the creatures in the sea like the four forerunners, and communicate with each other.

The review process was not long, and when the moon was in the treetops, the four forerunners were driven away by the Whitefish Man.

It was still early in the morning, and the four forerunners came to bring a campfire, each surrounded by several tribal fishmen, and began to describe the language and knowledge obtained from the white fishmen.

The wisdom of the entire tribe of Nightkin has been growing in the process......

At the same time, to the south of the sand, in the territory of the cold moon goblins, under the bright and bright moonlight of the twin moons, an uninvited guest was ushered in.

At the entrance to the crypt of the goblin territory, down the intricate crypt passages, in a large cave room tens of square meters in size, the patriarch Rhys and the captain Rhyz were sitting.

More than a dozen large pearls were inlaid on the ceiling of the room, radiating a soft glow that brought light to the two of them.

Rhyse's face looked a little uneasy, and Rhy's face shifted.

Rhys knew about Rhy's hunt for Scar, and he offered to give Scar to the Whiteskin Lord as a delicious 'seafood'.

If I knew this, I would have killed the scar directly and made it into broth, maybe there wouldn't have been so many things.

It's a pity that there aren't so many regret pills in the world to buy.

After a long time, Rhys let out a long breath and said as if it had taken a lot of effort: "This is the only way to go......"

Nearly twenty goblin warriors, especially with the goblin craftsman Rigg, this almost drained a third of the strength of the Cold Moon Goblin Clan.

Weakening the strength of the clan is quite uncomfortable for Rhys who wants to revitalize the clan.

But the strength of the White Fishmen is too terrifying, and the Nightkin tribe has quietly risen, and Ris cannot be allowed to resist.

But fortunately, he only served the white-skinned lord for ten years, and he didn't directly cut off his head to apologize.

There are clansmen who work for the Whiteskin Lord again, and in this way, it can be regarded as having a little to do with the Whiteskin Lord, Rhys thought to himself.

Rhyse's voice startled Rhyse.

"Patriarch, shall I lead the team tomorrow?" asked Ruiz hesitantly.

Now that the decision has been made, Rhys no longer hesitated, and replied decisively: "Well, leave early in the morning, and I will take care of it there." ”

"The punishment of the Whiteskin Lord is not necessarily a bad thing, when you arrive at the Nightkin Tribe, you must obey the orders of the Whiteskin Lord, if you can take the opportunity to befriend such a powerful lord and clear up the misunderstanding, it will be of great help to the development of our race. ”

"Ten years from now, Rig may be in his twilight years, and you're still in the prime of life, do a good job, and then you'll be the warrior captain of the clan. ”

"The position of patriarch is not impossible to give up to you. Rhys patted Rhys on the shoulder.

Since the patriarch had already said so, Ruiz naturally did not refute, and at the same time, the pessimism in his heart dissipated a little.

Perhaps, as the patriarch said, serving the white-skinned lord is not a bad thing.

"You go and rest first. Rhys began.

Ruiz nodded, and was about to say goodbye, when suddenly there was a dull "boom" that shook the roof of the room and threw a few wisps of dust on the ceiling.

Rhys and Rhyz were wondering when a goblin warrior trotted into the room.

"Oh no, Patriarch, there's a monster from the Misty Mountains that has taken over the exit of our crypt!"

"Only one of the three goblin warriors who saw the monster on the watchtower had time to run back, and the other two were eaten by the monster!"

The goblin warrior panicked, his face frightened, but the words that came out of his mouth were quite clear.

"What monster?" Rhys' face was gloomy, "Let's go, let's go see first." After thinking about it, Rhys stepped out of the room.

In a few small observation holes around the exit of the crypt, Rhys and Rhyz meet the monster's deity.

It was a wyvern, with dark brown skin, a streamlined body full of well-proportioned and hard muscle masses, a tall triangular head, and a square raised bone on the top of the head, which covered the neck directly, perfectly protecting the vital point of the head.

Its wingspan is very wide, at least twenty or thirty meters on sight, and it pulls down at this point, and is able to completely envelop its body and claws.

Its wings were mostly hard bones, with only a thin membrane of flesh, like a pair of terrifying bladed wings.

The entire ground facilities of the Goblin Territory, several wooden houses, and the long wooden walls had been destroyed by it, and most of them seemed to have been cut by its wings, neatly split in two.

Perhaps enough of the trouble, and eating a few goblins, the wyvern was kneeling comfortably in front of the exit of the crypt, burying his head in his wings, closing his eyes and recuperating.

"This is the Wind Dragon, one of the monsters from the Misty Mountains. A solemn voice came from beside him, and Ryze looked back to see that it was Goblin Craftsman Rig.