"Oh?" the white-fish man's tentacles moved under his jaws, and sure enough, he smelled a strange but hidden aura.

Under the control of this breath owner, the Whitefish Man almost even ignored her presence.

Mountain elves, aren't they close relatives of goblins who live in the easternmost Misty Mountains?

Doesn't it mean that since the fog has risen, this race has lost its trace, and has basically never descended the mountain?

The Whitefishmen had heard from the mouths of goblins and gnolls about the once-famous race near the Gem Lake region.

Before the mist rose in the Misty Mountains, there used to be a lot of mountain spirits living in the Gem Lake area.

These mountain elves and the ancestors of the goblin jackals lived together in this dense forest, and had a lot of contact, and passed down a lot of information and legends about the mountain elves by word of mouth.

"He's just him? The Whitefish Man wondered slightly.

"Yes, Venerable, her biological aura is so hidden that I can't feel her strength. ”

"But she spoke in a goblin language, in a respectful tone, but didn't say why she saw you, she's a woman. Scar replied.

"Oh?"

"Let her in, well, set up the tables and chairs on the observation deck. The Whitefish Man stood up and said.

According to the goblins, the mountain elves are a very intelligent and powerful race, but they are not thirsty for killing.

For such a race, the Whitefish people don't mind being polite.

The sudden visit of such a race made the Whitefish people a little puzzled.

The White Fishman got up and headed to the observation deck.

The observation deck is located on the west side of the territory, next to the wooden wall, and is a small open-air floor made of wooden planks.

From this observation deck, you can see most of the sand and the endless surface of the Jewel Lake, facing the slight wind and a few meters of sunlight slanting down, which is very refreshing.

As soon as the Whitefishman climbed up the stairs to the observation deck and sat down on a large special chair, the sound of footsteps rang out......

Scar enters through the South Gate with Mavi and makes a beeline for the observation deck.

The two-meter-and-five-meter-tall Mavi stood out among the onlookers of fish-man warriors.

Wearing a battle armor cloak and stepping on the wind boots, she is extraordinary.

But Mavik didn't underestimate the fish-man warriors of the Nightkin Tribe.

There was curiosity and caution in the eyes they looked at, but there was no fear.

Under the leadership of the white fish people, the mentality of the tribal fish people has been trained very well.

And after the followers of the White Fish People learned the Book of Knowledge and the Sea Tribe's language, the wisdom of the tribal fish people did not change significantly, but they all rose to a certain level.

The original wildness of the fish-people, as well as the cruelty of the carnivorous creatures, have also faded when there is plenty of food.

The fish-man warriors of the Nightkin tribe have taken on the appearance of a sapient race.

The exquisitely crafted wooden houses in the territory, the busy people who built the Fishman Hall, the sound of striking iron coming from the northeast corner, and the metal statues seen when passing by the center of the square, all made Mavi feel the wisdom and vitality of this tribe of nightcrawlers.

At this time, of course, Mavi knew that this group of green and blue fish-people was not the group of blue-skinned fish-people in the Gem Lake area in the record.

"Ma'am, His Holiness is up there, go up. Scar stood still at the front of the stairs, looking up and speaking to Mavi.

"Ma'am?"

"Oh, this is the honorific title we invented by Our Holiness for a powerful and respectable female being. Scar explained.

Ma Wei nodded slightly, and also knew how to create words, this big fish man was really interesting, and he didn't reply, and walked up the stairs.

The sight from the observation deck fell into Mavi's eyes.

The rippling blue lake, the breeze blows, and the lake surface floods with waves.

The soft sunlight of the morning shone on the tall and strong white-skinned creature, reflecting a gentle and non-dazzling fluorescence.

For the sake of usual convenience, the bone arrow was also collected by the white fish people.

At this time, the white fish man in the sun resembles a delicate white work of art.

The white fish man sat lazily on the recliner, with a prepared section of kebab in front of him, and the iron grill that had just been made, eating it with a pair, and the fragrance was fragrant.

The undisguised quasi-heroic aura and the bloody murderous aura left after yesterday's battle faintly emanated from the white fish man, and Mavi couldn't help but rise a little solemnly.

This white-skinned lord is indeed a hero-level big fishman as Mavi expected.

It seems that there is a real possibility that the wind dragon will be killed by him.

It's a shame.

"Lady Mavi, welcome to the Nightkin Tribe, come and sit. The Whitefish Man raised his hand and greeted.

Mavi was not polite and sat directly opposite the Whitefish Man.

"There's no seafood in the mountains, right? Try the nightkin tribe's seafood barbecue, it's delicious. The Whitefish Man greeted.

Scar and other ordinary clansmen couldn't see the depth of the female elf in front of them, but the white fishman felt it.

Although Mavi disguised it well, the white fish man was close to her strength and had keen senses, and he still sensed Mavi's inadvertent aura.

The mountain elf in front of her, Mavi, is a overlord-level creature.

"Then you're welcome. Mavi smiled lightly and picked up a fillet and stuffed it into her mouth, not afraid of any toxins that might be present in the food.

The grilled fish fillet drizzled with various colors of spices entered her mouth, making Mavi's eyes light slightly.

The taste was unexpectedly delicious.

"Lady Mavi, I don't know what happened to you when you visited the Nightkin Tribe. The white fish man asked with a light look.

The powerful mountain elves in front of him suddenly visited, and if there was no purpose, the white fish people didn't believe it.

"Goo. Mavi swallowed the fourth grilled fish fillet before being reminded by the white fish man to get down to business.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but your tribe's seafood barbecue tastes really good, white ...... Patriarch Bai, I don't know your honorific title yet. Mavi suddenly realized that she didn't know the name of the Whitefish Man, and changed her mind for a moment.

When addressing the Whitefish Man, Mavi still uses the title of "you".

Although Mavi felt that the Whitefish Man in front of him was not necessarily his opponent, it was basic etiquette from high-level race diplomacy, and the necessary respect for a tribal leader.

The white fishman was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then fell silent.

The Whitefish People have actually been thinking about this question all along.

Who knows if their parents, who have never met, have given themselves names?

And it seems to be quite difficult to give yourself a name for a while.

"Ms. Mavi, I feel your overlord-level strength, we are close in strength, you don't have to be polite, you can just call me white. After thinking about it, the white fish man said.

White, a very simple character, is also very much in line with the image of himself now.