These gnolls also have a ring of animal skins around their waists to block important parts, and they seem to have a certain sense of shame.

The important parts of the white fish people are hidden under the armor, but there is no need for this kind of shame.

It took a lot of effort for Whitefish Man to finally make Gnoll Two understand what he meant.

Under the reluctant gaze of Gnoll Two, Whitefish Man took the mace and crude knife from Gnoll's hand.

There were several hideous barbs standing on the mace, and there were still blood stains on them, which should be the gnoll's main weapon.

A knife is more of an aid.

Both weapons seemed to be made of black iron, and I don't know how hard it was, the white fishman thought about it, stretched out his claws, the muscles on his arms tightened, and pulled them down towards the mace.

Under the horrified gaze of Gnoll Two, the mace made of black iron was pulled under the claws of the Whitefishman with a clear scratch.

"This hardness is very good. "The white fish man said, you must know that the claws of the white fish people can be scratched even by rocks.

The hardness of this mace is much stronger than that of rock.

"Using this black iron material to make a batch of weapons and tools should be able to arm yourself well, and holding black iron tools can also better build caves on the cliff. "The Whitefish Man is still thinking about his cliff cave.

It always hurts my hands to dig up rocks, and it doesn't take long to estimate that my claws are almost worn out.

Seeing the black iron weapon, some thoughts surged in the hearts of the white fishmen.

The Whitefishman lowered his two weapons and looked at the gnoll in front of him.

This Gnoll Number 2 has a pretty good attitude, I don't know if he has a name.

The white fish man thought for a moment, pointed his finger at himself, and imitated the language of the jackal, "Lord Whiteskin." Then he pointed at the gnoll with a puzzled expression.

At this time, Gnoll Man No. 2 quickly understood what Whiteman meant: "Lord Whiteskin, my code name is Saige. ”

"Our leader, codenamed Hogg. Seg the Gnoll pointed to the leader of the Gnoll not far away.

Code names are reserved for the strongest of the Jackal colony.

After a lot of effort, the Whitefishman understood what the jackal meant, and wrote down the code name of the gnoll leader Hogg and the gnoll Seg in front of him.

The Whitefishman nodded, signaling for the Gnoll Saige to leave with his people.

The craft of weapons can be taken slowly, and the territory of these gnolls is next to the territory of the Whitefish Men, and it is believed that they will definitely come to the Gem Lake next time to get water.

In this way, as the connection between the two parties continues to deepen, it is more natural for the Whitefish People to inquire about the creation of weapons.

The gnolls took their respectful farewell and left, and the dozen or so gnolls over there also collected enough ice to leave the southern part of the sand before the sun set.

After the gnolls left, the whitefishmen began to gesture with mace and knives in high spirits.

The power of both weapons is not weak, the knife is sharp enough, and the weight of the mace is a little lighter for the whitefishman, but it is not difficult to imagine how powerful the mace will be in the hands of the whitefishman when it is weighted to the right weight.

As the sun sets, the twin moons climb into the sky, and the air around them begins to get cold.

The Whitefishman put the large black fish that the Gnoll had dug up from the ice lake into the storage cave and kept it for tomorrow to eat.

Throughout the day, the Whitefishmen were convinced that the Tentacle Monster had not eaten any food, and several times the Tentacle Monster reached out of its tentacles and was driven back by the Whitefishmen.

The main body can't or dare not move on land, and can't hunt for food, and the tentacle monster has already fallen into a Jedi.

Under the influence of hunger, the tentacles of the multi-eyed tentacle monster obviously began to become thin, and the eyeballs on it were also half-closed weakly, and the movement speed of the tentacles was greatly reduced.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow you can do it. The Whitefish-Man took a deep look at the northern edge of the moonlit sand, where the tentacle monster was hiding, and turned back into the cave.

Early the next morning, the Whitefishman came to the storage cave and took out the food to start his breakfast, and the big black fish that the Jackal had served yesterday went into the Whitefishman's stomach.

These days, the meat eaten by terrestrial creatures is all food, and a delicious fish makes the white fish people addicted, and while enjoying it, they plan to dig on the ice lake themselves.

"It's time to get down to business. "The Whitefish Man finished his breakfast and began his plan to tame the multi-eyed tentacles.

In the glacial lake, pieces of ice were neatly cut and excavated by the white fishmen.

The knife has become a cutting tool for the white fish people, although the claws can also cut ice cubes, but the touch of the claws when cutting is inevitably uncomfortable, and the white fish people use the knife tool more smoothly and quickly.

On closer inspection, it seems that there is still a small piece of meat frozen in each of these ice cubes.

This is the taming tool made by the Whitefishmen.

Armed with fleshy ice, the Whitefish Man arrives at the tentacle monster's hideout.

Early in the morning, the hungry tentacle monster had starved out of the sand.

Frost, dew, everything that could be eaten was absorbed by its tentacles.

However, it cannot survive with water.

"Let me see what your essence is. The white fish man said.

Getting closer, the tentacle monster's countless eyes also saw the figure of the white fish man, and vigilantly contracted the tentacles.

Over the past few days, the Whitefish Man has left the tentacle monster with many unforgettable memories.

I don't know how many tentacles were smashed down by the white fish people, but the tentacle monster's regeneration ability is super strong, and soon new limbs grow on the tentacles to fill the wounds.

In a perfect parabola, the White-Fishman picked up a piece of ice in his hand and smashed it into one of the tentacles.

"Smash it!" the Whitefishman shouted in the Sea Clan language.

Of course, the tentacle monsters can't understand the sea language of the white fishmen.

The instinct of the tentacles was quick to react, and the muscles actively rolled up and contracted, becoming hard and crashing into the attacker's ice.

"Bang!" the ice quickly shattered into a pile of ice chips scattered in the air under the attack of the tentacles.

A small piece of wild boar meat clearly fell out of the ice.

The tentacles asked about the taste of meat, and then they subconsciously rolled up the meat and sent it into the body under the sand.

The White-Fishman slowly approached and threw out another block of ice.

The tentacle's other tentacle shattered the ice, and a small piece of wild boar exploded, and the tentacle happily rolled the meat into its mouth under the sand.

It was so hungry! And its intelligence was so low that it didn't wonder why the Whitefish Man threw food at him.

The white fishman's large mouth cracked slightly, revealing an arc of an eerie smile.

After throwing seven ice cubes with meat in a row, the Whitefish Man threw a piece of ice without meat in the tentacle monster's expectant eyes.

The tentacle monster controlled a tentacle to shatter the ice, and searched carefully, but found no food except for the ice chips.