In ten days, the body of the white fish man has grown again, and his height has reached two meters, and his straight and curved back is not so big compared to the height gap between him and the bear monster.

The wooden walls of the territory have been completed, and two watchtowers stand at the front and back ends of the territory, allowing for an open view of possible threats to the Horde nearby.

At this time, two fish-man warriors were standing guard on each of the two watchtowers.

The Whitefish people looked at their vibrant tribal territory with satisfaction.

After eating sixty catties of Naga meat, the morning sun rose, and the Whitefish Man walked out of the gate of the tribe and came to the sand, Scar carrying a chaise longue behind him.

At this time, the sand is no longer empty, and all kinds of crabs, sand scorpions, and river turtles can be seen everywhere.

What's more, in the corner of the sand, there is also an imposing creature lying on its stomach.

The Shadow Crocodile opened its hideous crocodile mouth and motionlessly used the sunlight to destroy the harmful substances in its mouth.

The shadow crocodile's pale yellow eyes turned pale on land, and there were no pupils, and it looked very mad.

Yes, the Shadow Crocodile will climb onto land to rest, but fortunately, the White Fishman has informed the tribesmen that the tribesmen who are mentally prepared did not take the initiative to attack this behemoth, and they have been safe with it so far.

In the other corner of the sand, an equally huge lake spider was also rubbing its slender and sharp sixteen spider legs in the sand, and dozens of small lake spiders the size of a basin were crawling on its back, which should be its offspring.

Whether it's a shadow crocodile or a lake spider, it means that the sand is a safe place to play.

When there was no Nightkin tribal territory in the sand, this was indeed the rest room of the lords of the lake in front of the sand.

The sudden appearance of a wooden wall of the tribe's territory, which occupied a large part of the sand, did indeed arouse the hostility of the two lord-level creatures.

But under unknown circumstances, they do not attack rashly.

In order to highlight the existence and strength of the tribe, and to prevent the two creatures from going berserk, the Whitefish People would accompany the two lord-level creatures to bask in the sun for a while in the morning.

Occasionally, a flock of birds swung over the lake, and the Whitefishman would shoot a bone arrow and shoot down several of them with precision.

A bird with large red feathers tastes good, and its tail can also spew small flames, and the white fish-people named it the Firebird.

The powerful bone arrows whizzed by, just as the Whitefishman had thought, caught the attention of the two lord-level creatures.

The two creatures realized that the Whitefishmen were very powerful, and they were more "polite" to the fishmen who came to the lake to fetch water, which were obviously the Whitefishmen.

Temporarily acquiesced to the existence of the Tribal Territory.

As usual, brushing his presence in front of the two lord-level creatures, the white fishman just lay down on the wooden chair leisurely.

"Puff puff. "A series of bubbles suddenly rose on the surface of the lake in the distance.

Seeing this familiar way of appearing and the breath in his beard, the Whitefish Man already knew who it was.

He glanced at Scar, who immediately ran briskly towards the territory.

The shadow crocodile on the side also smelled the breath of the comer, and immediately trotted a few steps in the opposite direction of the comer's imminent appearance, before cautiously opening his mouth and continuing to bask in the sun.

The same goes for lake spiders, who even move closer to the lake and are ready to return to the lake at any time.

There was a splash of water, and a behemoth the size of a small mountain finally appeared.

Covered in dark green, with a gray-brown tortoise shell on his back, it was the giant tortoise, the top lord creature in the lake area in front of the sand.

He also carries a number of algae plants that have grown for many years on his back.

There are also three small turtles on his back, which are larger than the white fish people.

As soon as he appeared, he crawled in the direction of the Whitefish-Man.

"Xiaobai, I'm here again. There was a loud buzzing sound, and a slightly accented Sea Clan language came out of the giant tortoise's mouth.

"Welcome, Cassel, I've sent someone to prepare the roast. The Whitefish Man replied with a smile on his face.

The Whitefish Man made an agreement with the giant tortoise about a barbecue.

When the giant tortoise first came ashore a few days ago and found him talking to himself in the Sea Clan language, the Whitefishman was really surprised.

And when the White Fish Man greeted the Giant Turtle in the pure Sea Clan language, the Giant Turtle also quickly responded to the White Fish Man with a puzzled look.

At that time, the white fishman was holding a deer leg that his people had roasted, and he shared it with the giant tortoise.

Although the giant tortoise has good intelligence, it is an aquatic creature after all, and has no skills to master cooked food, and the roasted venison has won the favor of the giant tortoise.

The giant tortoise also took the initiative to talk to the "small" creature of the White Fish Man.

After a few exchanges, the white fish people have some understanding of the giant tortoise.

The giant tortoise, named Cassel, was born in Gem Lake, and when he was born, Cassel was only the size of a basin.

At that time, Cassel faced too many threats in the Gem Lake, and it was easy to lose his life if he was not careful.

Fortunately, Cassel survived the ordeal and survived at Gem Lake.

After several twists and turns, Cassel's body grew larger and larger, and as his body grew larger, Cassel found that he encountered fewer and fewer dangers.

Unaffected by external forces, the life field of the giant tortoise clan is terrifying, and the years have passed, and Cassel's body has finally grown to the point where it is now on this hill.

The years have awakened the language of the Sea Clan, and he has the ability to control water slightly.

And all of these things will be strengthened over the course of the tortoise's long life.

According to the speculation of the white fish people, the giant tortoise may have broken through the realm of the lord level and reached the level of the overlord-level creatures in the mouths of the surrounding creatures.

As for Kai Prophet, who had stronger spell abilities at the beginning, Kai was at least the level of a hegemon-level creature in the perception of the White-Fish People.

"Puff puff!" the tortoise Casseo tried to stretch out his stubby neck, and a large pile of fish remained intact spat out of Cassel's mouth.

There seemed to be a few fist-sized night pearls interspersed among them.

"Xiaobai, I don't eat your barbecue for nothing, these things are my reward for you. Cassel kept his voice as low as he could, but the vocal cords of his mountain-sized body were so loud that the sound still spread throughout the sand.

On the guard tower in the distance, on the steps erected by the wooden wall, the tribal fishmen also poked their heads out curiously to observe the giant turtle that came ashore for the second time.

There was no fear in their eyes, because in their eyes, the magical and powerful Great Fishman was omnipotent, and even such a huge creature had established a connection with the tribe, and the prestige of the Whitefishman had long reached its peak among the tribe.

Every Tribal Fishman believes that under the leadership of the Whitefishmen, the Nightkin will become a great tribe.

Looking at the parallel goods spit out by the giant turtle Cassel, the white fish man did not dislike it, these parallel goods were stored in the food storage bag in Cassel's mouth, which was very clean.