The fish-man warriors are full of joy to decorate their fish-man huts with various things, and after getting used to life on land, the feeling of freedom of movement on land is indeed much more pleasant than the feeling of being bound by the sea in the sea.

It was dusk when the hut was built, and the fish-man warriors, tired from a hard day's work, gathered in the territory square to take out the prey they had caught at noon and start their evening meal.

The white fish man refused a piece of delicious venison handed over by Scar, and the white fish man who ate fifty catties of Naga meat did not feel hungry at all now, and even the injuries on his body were completely recovered under the magical effect of the purple meat essence, and he looked radiant.

Looking at the fish-man warriors who were about to eat, the white fish-man suddenly remembered the fire-making technique and the concept that cooked food seemed to be more delicious, so he put down the book of knowledge in his hand for the time being.

Commanding Scar to fetch hay and dry logs, and holding sharpened stakes, the Whitefishmen began to drill wood for the first time under the curious eyes of the Nightkin people.

"Again and again!" As the sound of drilling wood sounded, a trace of smoke rose and the wood powder in the haystack was suddenly ignited.

The spark turned into a flame, and an orange flame was quickly born.

"It's fire!" the fish-man warriors who had come into contact with the volcano under the sea recognized it at a glance.

The food that has been grilled over the fire is incomparably delicious, which is something that all fishmen know.

At this time, seeing that the white fish man actually used a simple tool to make a fire, his reverence for the big fish man unconsciously rose to another level.

Adding the prepared matches, the White-Fishman asked the fish-man warriors to fetch their own fire and barbecue food, and in a short time there were four more fires in the territory square.

The White Fishman pierced a small piece of wild boar meat with a clean wooden stick and grilled it on the tip of the fire.

The fish-man warriors did the same, and the smell of curling meat rose after a while.

The roasted wild boar meat has a rich and mellow taste, the meat is fat but not greasy, elastic, and tendony.

"The cooked food tastes so good. Lan Qi, who was sitting under the white fish man, couldn't help but sigh.

This admiration was echoed by all the Fish-Man warriors, that is, from today onwards, the Nightkin tribe has officially entered the era of delicatessen.

Including the people in white, the fish-man warriors who have tasted cooked meat and are in danger are not willing to eat raw meat.

It's just that because Naga meat can't be heated, in order to increase their strength, the White Fish People need to eat raw meat for a while for the time being.

"Hey, Lanhu, what's wrong with you?" In the warm atmosphere, a fish-man shouted in an anxious tone.

The white fishman looked over, and it turned out to be the female fishman warrior who was the most seriously injured in the daytime, and at this time the wound attacked, fainted, and fell on the fishman warrior beside her.

Lan Hu's wound was in the abdomen, and a large hole was cut horizontally by the Naga warrior's trident.

The recovery ability of the fish-man warrior is very strong, although the wound is large, it is nothing to the fish-man, but at this time, the wound that Lan Hu should have healed has not healed after more than half a day, and the wound seems to have deteriorated.

For fish-people who have little medical ability, the deterioration of the wound means death.

The fish-man warriors were silent, these twenty-odd fish-man warriors were originally from the same small clan, and they all had some blood ties with each other.

At this moment, he was lucky enough to meet the Venerable Fishman, and finally got out of the desperate escape journey, and formed a new tribe, which should have been able to live freely and arrogantly under the protection of the Venerable and the tribe, but Lan Hu was about to die because of his injuries.

This gap makes the fish-man warriors feel sad for Lan Hu.

At this moment, the fish-man warriors noticed that the Venerable suddenly stood up and walked towards Lan Hu.

The white fishman came up to Lan Hu and frowned to observe her wounds.

The white fish man didn't know how to treat the injury, so he just glanced at it, and opened Lan Hu's mouth with his hand, and stuffed the purple flesh essence in his hand into her mouth.

Yes, just now, the white fishman quietly made Duoyan spit out a piece of purple flesh essence.

Regarding the Purple Meat Essence, the White Fish People are not prepared to announce it to the tribesmen, and the mystery of some magical means can sometimes have a surprising effect.

Sure enough, when Lan Hu ate the purple flesh essence provided by the white fishman and his face in the coma improved significantly, the fishman warriors looked at the white fishman as if they were looking at the real mortal gods.

This big fishman seems to be even more powerful than the original Fishman Elder of the Deep Blue Clan, and the power he wields is more mysterious, this is the thought in the hearts of all the fishman warriors.

"Great Venerable. ”

"Venerable, you are like the sun of our hearts. ”

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"Alright, stop, Eyes is hungry, Scar, you go feed it some meat. The white fishman slapped the head of a fish-man warrior who fell to his knees and worshipped him.

Although it is a reverence and praise from the heart of the fish-man warrior, you will get tired of hearing too much.

For other fish-man warriors who are not seriously injured and can recover on their own, the white fish-man is not prepared to trouble and waste purple flesh essence.

And mysterious and powerful things should be scarce.

The group of fish-man warriors stood up again under the gaze of the white fish-man, and with excitement, continued to start the warm campfire barbecue dinner.

Scar took a piece of venison weighing more than ten pounds and walked to the crypt where the multi-eyes were hiding.

"It turns out that what made my seriously injured body recover quickly was the ability of the big fishman. Scar came to his senses.

It seems that it takes a lot of energy to produce the Purple Flesh Essence, and the Multi-Eyes send a hunger signal to the White Fish People after producing a piece of Purple Flesh Essence.

The fish-man warriors' barbecue dinner lasted nearly an hour.

The sun had already set halfway, and the bright moon rose into the sky, and seeing that the fish-man warriors had almost eaten, the white fish-man picked up the book of knowledge on the side.

"This is a book of knowledge that I have written, belonging to our tribe of Nightcrawlers. ”

"The obverse of the Book of Knowledge has some simple calendars, unit measurements, simple calculations, some life skills, and most of the Sea Tribe's script. ”

"On the back of the Book of Knowledge is a rough map, I have only drawn a small part, the content of which has yet to be added by the tribesmen,"

The White Fish Man briefly explained the book of knowledge, and then selected five tribesmen by name to begin their first study.

Teaching twenty-two fish-people at the same time, the quality of teaching will definitely be greatly reduced.

The Whitefish Man was ready to teach the five men and pass them on to the other seventeen members of the tribe.

"Blue Qi, Blue Stone, Blue Rose, Blue Lan, Blue Silk. The five of you come to the fish-man hut, and the others go back to their own houses to rest. "The Whitefishman singled out five Fishman warriors with higher intelligence.

"Venerable, don't you need to arrange for people to train for a vigil?" asked Blue Stone, that is, Scar, with caution in his doubts.