For a long time, the wooden-walled fish-man village would be the tribe's main living territory.

There is still a long way to go to build cities and urbanize tribes.

"The construction of the city wall is a long-term project, so there is no need to rush it. The Whitefish Man finally instructed Scar.

Scar nodded knowingly, in His Holiness's plan, the city walls were made of huge rocks, each of which was estimated to take several days to polish, and the number of rocks needed for a city was not intended to be huge.

The afternoon passed quickly, and the goblins were no worse than the tribesmen's hands-on skills, and before night came, Ruiz led the goblin warriors to complete the task, and ten wooden houses smaller than the ones built by the fishmen had risen in the northeast corner of the wooden walls.

This is where the goblin slaves lived for the next ten years.

Goblin Smith Rig also returned with ten grizzled goblin warriors, carrying a few baskets of freshly mined iron ore with them.

Rig reports to the Whitefishmen that the iron ore is ready to be mined, and that tomorrow the furnace will be raised and the fish-man set will be smelted.

The white fish man who got this reply was very satisfied.

In a flash of inspiration, the Whitefish Man remembered the bronze weapons he had obtained by killing the Naga warriors earlier, and led Rig to the crypt where the bronze weapons were hidden.

"Rig, try to see if you can fuse these tridents and throwing spears with your iron weapons to form a higher alloy weapon. The Whitefish Man spoke up.

"Venerable, this can be tried. Craftsman Rig looked at the bronze weapons with delight and nodded in reply.

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When evening came, at the behest of the White Fish Man, the tribal fish people sent 50 catties of meat to the goblin slave group in the northeast corner of the wooden wall.

The goblins don't eat much, and the daily consumption of twenty-two goblin warriors, including Ruiz and Rig, is only a little more than 100 catties of meat, which is only half of the food consumed by the same fish-man warriors.

And goblins can be vegetarian, in the afternoon in the dense forest goblin warriors also found some plant food on their own, completely self-sufficient, of course, for goblins to have meat to eat, it is very good.

The Goblin Slaves also brought another way of eating cooked food to the Nightkin Tribe.

Pots and pans made of iron are used to make pots and pans of delicious soup.

The goblins themselves also like to add a variety of vegetarian food and spices as adjuncts, and the tribal fishmen do not like vegetarian food at all, but the addition of spices to meat is highly regarded by all the fish-man warriors.

After the nighteat, the Nightkin tribe gathered in the territory square as usual, and the Whitefishmen took the lead in the late-night teaching, this time the Whitefishmen asked Scar to call the goblins of the Goblin Slave Regiment to listen and learn the Sea Clan language together.

In the middle of the night, the Tribal Night's Watch climbed the watchtower, while the rest of the Tribal and the goblins of the Slave Regiment fell asleep.

Within the high wooden walls, everyone of the Nightkin tribe can sleep peacefully.

After a night of nothing, the book of time turned to the next page, and the twelfth day of the second month of the fish-man calendar arrived.

Early in the morning, Seg the Gnoll came to the Nightkin tribe on time with a few of his clansmen.

The fish-man predator is responsible for receiving and checking whether the meat is sufficient and fresh.

After Lan Yan confirmed that it was correct, Saige was about to leave, but was stopped by the predator Lan Yan and taken to the Fishman Territory Square.

In the middle of the territory square is a five-meter-tall metal statue of a mighty white fishman, and the gnolls are looking sideways.

Lan Xuan walked towards the Fish-Man Hut, leaving the Gnoll Seg at a loss to stay next to the statue in the Fish-Man Square.

In the fish-man hut, the three fish-men stood in front of the white fish-man one by one.

The White Fishman explained that the three fishmen took care of the territory, especially the goblin slave group, and if there was any change, they could directly kill the goblin slaves.

After explaining, the white fishman walked out of the fishman hut, grabbed Saige with one hand, and walked out.

"Lead the way, go to the goblin territory. The white fishman said coldly.

The Whitefishmen prepare to go to the Goblin Territory of the Cold Moon Clan alone.

"Venerable, what are you doing here? Did those stupid goblins provoke you?" Seg asked cautiously as he walked out of the tribal territory and into the dense forest.

"You just lead the way. The Whitefishman didn't answer the Jackal Saige in the slightest.

Seeing this, Saige didn't make a sound, and obediently led the way for the white fish man.

After walking in the dense forest for nearly two hours, and after stepping onto an artificial forest road, Saige said in a loud voice: "Venerable, the territory of the goblins is just ahead. ”

Turning around, Saige saw the solemn gaze of the white fish man.

This was because the beard of the white fish man had sensed the breath of that terrifying creature.

With such a powerful aura, there is no doubt that it is the wind dragon.

The wind dragon did not leave, which made the Whitefishman happy, but also gave the Whitefishman a bit of a headache.

The happy thing is that this wind dragon is likely to be the flying dragon he saw at the beginning, and he has the anticipation of seeing each other, and the headache is that this wind dragon refuses to leave for a day or two nights, so you can imagine how deep his hatred of the goblin clan is.

How to solve the problem of the wind dragon and the goblin clan will be a difficult problem in front of the white fish people.

Driving away the gnolls, Saige, the Whitefish-Man held his breath, and quickly approached the goblin territory with quick hands and feet, but quietly and unintentionally.

Soon, as the sensed wind dragon aura got closer and closer, the white fish man deftly climbed a huge brown tree, and the territory on the ground of the goblin clan, which had been reduced to ruins, appeared in the eyes of the white fish man.

And in the middle of the ruins, a huge dark brown monster was quietly perched there.

Early in the morning, the wind dragon was still squinting and napping, and it didn't seem to be awake.

Looking at its appearance, the Whitefish Man confirmed that this wind dragon was indeed the wyvern creature he had encountered, at least in appearance.

"Just go up and communicate? It's not sure if he's wise, I don't know what his temperament is, it seems a little too dangerous to do so. The white fish man thought.

"Well, you haven't left yet, so you can explore the way for me. The Whitefish Man grinned suddenly.

In the whisker sensing of the white fish man, it seemed that out of curiosity, the jackal Saige did not leave, but changed direction and approached the goblin territory.

At this time, Saige also saw the monster staying on the goblin territory, and the boss who was opening his wolf mouth looked at the wind dragon on the ruins in surprise.

The white fishman landed on all fours, and his terrifying agility and speed were displayed, and a few dodges came to Saige's side, and he threw the unresponsive Saigra into the dense forest leaves.

"Hey, hey, it's pretty, isn't it? You go over now, get closer to the wind dragon, and take a closer look at it. The Whitefish Man ordered directly.