"Just you?" Hu Tao didn't believe it, pulled out a dagger and handed it to the shaman, "Go, attack!

"Well, I'm a shaman, not a warrior. The shaman's face turned red all of a sudden, "We rely on wisdom, not brute force. ”

"What?" said Hu Tao, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, jumped up at once, "Are you despising me?"

"Little princess, I don't dare!"

The shaman heard Jackson call Hu Tao like this, and immediately borrowed it, and he immediately lay on the ground and kissed Hu Tao's boots.

"Oops!" Hu Tao was startled, and quickly took a few steps back, not knowing what to do and looked at Downton.

"I'll consider your loyalty, and let you come out this time just to see my strength!" Downton finished speaking, no longer caring about the shaman, "Homer, persuade them to surrender, let them send the treasure up!"

Homer used the lingua franca of the sea people, but unfortunately the fish people did not respond, but it was not stupid, and listened to the whispers of the fish people and found their indigenous language.

Homer, as the Great Ancient Magic Book, still has this knowledge reserve, but the fish people are stunned, knowing that as a small tribe, even those indigenous tribes who have lived together for more than ten years do not understand their language, and communicate entirely by gestures.

The fishmen's answer was simple, no, and no one would be stupid enough to give away the treasures of the entire tribe just because of a few words of intimidation until they had witnessed the bloodshed.

A middle-aged fish-man warrior with a dozen colorful feathers on his head walked out and yelled at Downton.

"What does it say?" Downton pinched his earlobe.

"It tells us to leave, or we will be cursed by the goddess of the lake and die in agony!" "Homer smiled, "There is a goddess in such a lake." Their vision is really shallow. ”

"Quasimodo, attack!" Downton didn't want to talk any more nonsense, bulldozing the small tribe wouldn't take even five minutes.

The abominants assembled, and when they gathered, the tall figure was filled with visual oppression.

The Fishman Warrior climbed the watchtower and squeezed against the fence wall. They showed their will to resist to the death, but their bodies trembled uncontrollably as they saw Abomination stride and sprint.

It's like chariots, abomination forcibly crushed the past, if it weren't for the softness of the ground, so that they can't exert their strength, they will rush faster, but the current speed is enough.

Some timid fish-men couldn't take the pressure and jumped off the fence.

The middle-aged fishman with feathers yelled. Calm the clansmen, then waved the wooden staff in his hand, and a bolt of lightning brewed and shot towards Downton.

This thing is not stupid, knowing that Downton is the head of the regiment, so he gave up on Quasimodo and attacked him.

The liquid mass appeared above Downton's head, and after receiving the lightning. It was reflected directly and hit the shaman's magic shield.

Downton, who didn't have a single hair hurt, was surprised. "There are shamans in such a small tribe? I thought it was a patriarch?"

"Do you need my help?" Celes clenched her staff and asked for battle, generally speaking, the law system should have a law system to deal with.

"I want tribute, not dead bodies. Downton rolled his eyes, the ogre cottage couldn't stop Celest's magic, let alone this broken tribe. As soon as the Banshee of Death strikes, it will inevitably be bloody.

"Master, let me deal with him!"

After releasing a treatment for his broken leg, the shaman walked over with a twig on his face.

"Do you think it's still necessary?"

Downton gestured to the tribe.

The fences didn't stop Quasimodo for even a second. It didn't even swing its fist, and slammed into it.

Rumble!

The fence collapsed, the earth splattered, and the fishmen's arrows and spears stabbed it so badly that it could not even make a single scar.

Quasimodo stomped on a fish-man, grabbed the scattered fence as a weapon, and slammed it at the fish-men.

In an instant, everyone's vision was full of fallen fishman figures, screaming and rising.

The shaman left with a lame leg in a lonely manner, and the strength of the master was terrifying.

"Tap and grab the chief and the shaman first. ”

Before Downton's words could be finished, the abominants knocked down the watchtower one after another, grabbed those fishmen and used them as human maces and swung them off, or they would just smash them out.

Boom, the fish-man slammed into the trunk of the tree and instantly fell into a mess of rotten flesh.

The shaman's captive's legs trembled, it was completely devastating, and in front of the first hoplites of the Western Earth Continent, those strong fish-man warriors were more vulnerable than ants.

At the first glance, the fish people collapsed, and they tried to escape, but unfortunately the ghouls were cruising around the perimeter, not to mention the assistance of Celest.

"Persuade me to surrender!"

Downton proposed again.

There was no nonsense, the fish people were all disarmed, and like sheep, surrounded by the abominations, they crouched together.

The middle-aged shaman was dragged out.

"What about your patriarch?"

"Killed in battle!"

Because Homer was there, the communication between the two sides was not a problem, Downton was stunned for a moment, and then found a burly fish-man corpse under a watchtower.

This warrior, known as the most powerful warrior in the fish-man tribe, did not know that he was trampled to death by that abomination, and his death was even more humble than maggots.

"I'm satisfied with your most precious treasure, and I can spare your life!" Downton looked at the shaman, feeling that the smiling thing was very bold.

Soon, at the shaman's call, the fishmen piled dried fish and some smoked mushrooms that Downton couldn't name.

"What is this? I don't collect the rags?"

Downton was stunned and picked up a mushroom, which actually had a strange smell on it, which made him frown.

"The food, delicious!"

Shaman's groveling explanation.

"I'm Debolo, even if you don't have gold, you fool me with a bunch of stinky dried fish?" If it weren't for the fact that the shaman's face was too dirty, Downton's big-eared shave would have been fanned over.

"Downton, you probably misunderstand it, for these indigenous tribes, food is indeed the most valuable thing. Homer felt that she had miscalculated, "With such a small tribe, I guess I can't save anything good, right?"

"How many years have you lived here?" Downton took a piece of white and handed it to the middle-aged shaman.

"More than 200 years!" the shaman took it with trepidation, and took a careful bite. I was conquered by the delicious taste in my hand and devoured it.

The fishman next to him looked greedy and swallowed his saliva in a big gulp.

"It's better with honey!"

Downton was pleasant, and the middle-aged shaman also relaxed, but in the next second, a military boot kicked his knee. Let it scream and return to the ground.

"For more than two hundred years, I don't believe that your tribe can't save one or two treasures?" Downton was annoyed and threatened the shaman, "Are you a fool for me?"

"Not really!" the shaman pleaded.

"Well, since you can't get the ransom, let's all die. Downton began to act, and spat disdainfully, "I will nail the corpses of all the fishmen of your tribe to the trunks of trees, so that you can understand the fate of offending me." ”

The fish people panicked. Some of them screamed and resisted, but as soon as they got up, they were kicked to death by Abomination, and the rest were honest.

"I thought about it, the patriarch has a box with East Lake beads in it!"

The middle-aged sa was full of sweat on his face, and his expression was about to be drowned in sweat, and he was ready to wait for Downton to leave it alone. Now it seems hopeless.

"What the hell?" Downton wondered.

"A hundred-year-old precious lake bead that can improve the user's affinity for magical energy. If you take it at the soul level, you can advance to the first order. Homer was happy, "It's a good thing, one is worth about a million gold coins." ”

"What's the fuss, go get it!" Downton kicked the middle-aged shaman, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with an arc. "The rotten ship still has three pounds of nails, this attack, no time wasted. ”

It turns out that the broken ship of the Fish-Man Tribe is a little richer than Downton thought.

The middle-aged shaman handed over a box made of large lake mussels, and Downton opened it. It was found that there were ten blue lake beads inside, each the size of a fingernail, like a star falling from the sky.

"That patriarch weishenme doesn't use them to improve his strength?"

Downton picked up a lake bead and looked at it carefully.

"Only the first time you eat it will be promoted, and after that, because of the rejection, only the effect of improving the affinity of magic energy remains. ”

Homer explained, "Yes, you and Serex can move up the next level. ”

"What else is good?

Downton was overjoyed to receive an additional 10 million gold coins worth of lake pearls, but he still pretended to have a vicious expression to intimidate the middle-aged shaman.

"There really isn't. ”

The shaman confessed with a bitter face, it really didn't lie, because it thought of a question, even if it didn't say it, the patriarch's wife and children would still say it in order to save their lives, and they would definitely be executed when the time came, so it was better to give the treasure to this human being.

He is a shaman, as long as the human race is gone, this tribe will still be his own, and he is in power, and it is not difficult to want anything.

"Good, I like your attitude. Downton waved his hand, "Let go of those fishmen, by the way, what supplies do you need, you can tell me!"

"Huh?" the shaman didn't understand what Downton meant.

"If you tell me what you want, tell me. Downton coughed, "But in the future, if you have Huzhu, you will keep them for me." ”

"Bread!" the shaman said subconsciously as he savored the deliciousness of the bread, but quickly changed his words, "Weapons, we need them." ”

The shaman stared at the saber on Downton's waist and the armor on the ghoul's body, with a look of covetousness and envy on his face, with these, the strength of the tribe would be quickly improved.

"Your body type, are you dressed up?"

Hearing Downton's words, the shaman thought he had rejected and was disappointed, but in the next second, he felt a sense of dizziness when he was hit by happiness.

"Forget it, these fifty warrior sabers are given to you. ”

Downton, who made a fortune, didn't want to go too far, and delivered fifty sabers, although they were all goods from more than 3,000 years ago, but for the fishmen, and the best is correct, you must know that they still use wooden weapons, in the Red Mountain Forest, it is not easy to find some iron tools. (To be continued......)