Thanks to Cassel for watching over the town today, and saying goodbye to him, the Whitefish Man watched Cassel sink to the bottom of the lake.

The white fishman turned his head and instructed the fishman elder Lan Qi to receive the supplies and arrange the celebration dinner, while he directly crossed the eight-meter-high city wall and entered the city.

As the master of the town, the Venerable of the tribe, of course, he has to take a different path.

On the other side, the north city gate, the city gate was wide open, and in the cheers of the goblin slaves, the warriors who had not yet dissipated the smell of blood began to enter the city under the leadership of the bear monster Scar and others.

The little fishmen also heard the noise and came out of the town, and made a noise to meet their parents despite the dissuasion of the goblin slaves.

"I heard that Father and they are back!" A big black snake chased after the small fish-man team, and a small fish-man was holding the head of the black snake, and rushed to the front with the speed of the black snake swimming a few times under the envious eyes of the small fishmen around him.

This is, of course, Shiratori and Little Black.

After a day of getting along, Xiao Hei found that this innocent and naughty white bird was inexplicably very interested in himself, plus Xiao Hei's IQ was about the same as that of a half-year-old little fishman, and the feelings of a fishman and a beast rose quickly.

"Father!" Shiratori saw the scar at the front of the line at a glance.

Feeling the joy and excitement of the white bird, Xiao Hei directly pushed his head, and the small body of the white bird was lifted up by Xiao Hei.

After a perfect parabola, Shiratori fell into Scar's arms accurately.

Facing his son, Scar's cold face also showed a warm smile.

Holding the white bird in one hand, he placed the scar on his shoulder.

"Father, you're back!" Shiratori sat on Scar's shoulder, feeling joyful.

"It's back. Scar didn't stop walking, and turned back to Shiratori's words.

Shiratori felt his head being touched, turned his head, and was pleasantly surprised to see his mother also walking out of the back of the line.

The one who mated with Scar and gave birth to the white bird was an ordinary female fishman warrior, and at this time she also looked at her son who was born with tenderness.

Shiratori's affection for his mother was no weaker than that of his father, Scar, and he jumped from Scar's shoulder into the arms of the female fish-man warrior.

The feelings between the fish-man spouses may not be deep, but the feelings for the offspring are sincere and deep.

When the family of three got together and had a good time, Shiratori heard a cry and couldn't help but turn his head to look.

The cry was made by the three brothers and sisters of the first child, the little fishman, who went to class together every day, and this group of little fishmen was very familiar with each other, and Shiratori also knew them.

Their mother was the female fish-man warrior who died in the battle.

Their father is none other than Lan Yao, one of the six male fish-man warriors, including Scar.

As a male, Lan Yao was born unable to express his feelings, so he could only stand silently and look at his three offspring.

Behind him stood two other spouses and five offspring born to them.

Lan Yao completed the task of reproducing the Whitefish People very well, unlike Scar, only reproducing one offspring was still done at the mandatory request of the Whitefish People.

It's not just Lan Yao, there are now more women and fewer men in the tribe, and Lan Yao's situation is normal.

White Bird looked at the three little fishmen, and suddenly felt that he was the luckiest little fishman in this tribe, his parents only had one offspring, and there was a godfather who seemed to be very awesome.

The cries of the gates continued for a long time, until the goblin slaves moved the body of the female fish-man warrior to the clan cemetery north of the town for burial.

The three little fishmen finally followed behind Lan Yao with sobs.

The Fish-Man Elder came in from outside the city and informed Scar that the others would gather in the main hall for a dinner later.

So more than fifty warriors, led by Scar, began to go to the spring pool in the central west of the town to cleanse.

The Fishman Hall is a sacred and solemn place, and it is not easy to enter there with a bloody stain.

The town has a spring pond, which is the living water that the Whitefish People brought in from the Jewel Lake.

There are two main ditches, one of which leads the lake closer to the 30-meter-diameter circular pond in the town.

On the other side, dozens of small ditches divide into circular ponds that flow through the town before merging into another main ditch and re-employing into the lake.

The circular spring pond is the second most beautiful scenery in the town after the Fishman Hall.

Although black iron filters are set up at the entrances and exits of the two main ditches, and people are arranged to patrol them every day, there are still some inexplicable fish and shrimp that appear in the spring ponds and ditches.

As a result, small fish who are born with extraordinary water characteristics often gather around the pond to play and catch rare fish and shrimp.

At this time, the gnolls were coming to the spring pool, and they couldn't help but show a look of amazement when they saw this kind of artificial water storage structure for the first time.

Then, to the shouts of Scar, the gnolls put down their bows, removed their plate armor, and went into the water with the fish-man warriors.

The pond is only 1.5 meters deep, and although the jackals are not water-impregnable, they will not be submerged as long as they stand up straight, and they will have fun.

Under the red moonlight, more than fifty warriors roamed happily in the circular spring pool of Noda.

"Huh, there's a fish here?" a gnoll warrior felt something touch his private parts, his strong arms still strong underwater, and as soon as he grabbed it, he caught a small black fish the width of his palm.

"Haha......"

"Your XX can still be used as bait...... "One of the fish-man warriors laughed unscrupulously.

Amid the frolic, the relationship between the fish-man warriors and the gnolls warmed up again.

Although the creature between two different races is a preliminarily established relationship, this relationship is forged by jointly dealing with a strong enemy and establishing a life-and-death battle.

This emotion and trust cannot be said to be unbreakable, but the stability is absolute.

"If only I could join the Nightkin Horde......" a gnolla warrior sighed as he looked at the unique and delicate rock buildings and neat streets around him.

Magnificent towns, abundant territory supplies, and powerful guardians, and most importantly, a few bear warriors, the Nightkin tribe will absorb foreign races to join.

The advanced tribe of Nightkin is tempting to attract the gnolling warriors who have seen it all.

"Yes, the strength of the Great Fishman Venerable is as powerful as the legendary gods!"

"If you can be protected by the gods......"

"And the wisdom of His Holiness is simply too superb, this town of Noda, the black gold weapon of the artifact, and even developed a strong bow, a killing weapon that seems to have been born specifically for the gnolls. ”

The discussion of the gnolls also fell into the ears of the fishmen warriors.

One of the fish-man warriors immediately said, "Although you wolf heads are a little cunning, your archery skills are not bad, and if His Holiness agrees, it is not bad to join the Nightkin tribe." ”