Therefore, for the sake of his own life and that of his son, "Fishman Warrior Secret Dictionary - Kobold Edition" must not be swallowed alone.

The next morning, while the three black dragons were still asleep, the kobold priest Ronnie Stam led thirteen kobold warriors and the only kobold hero of the tribe into the swamp with harpoons to hunt predatory fish.

In the dusk of the swamp, countless large trees grow out of the water, obscuring the sky and the sun, densely crowding all the space with sunlight.

Sunlight could only shine through the few crevices that shone through the swamp below.

Kobold hero Ronnie Moore walks at the front with a harpoon in hand, followed by thirteen kobold warriors.

Kobold warriors are first-order creatures, infinitely powerful, bloodthirsty and ferocious, when fighting, they are not afraid of death, and after being injured, they will be like wolves and go crazy, and the enemy and life for life, in the human world is comparable to the existence of first-order knights, is the main force in the kobolds, and is also one of the dragon's favorite troops.

The kobold hero is the advanced rank of the kobold warrior, the life level can reach the second order, there are thousands of catties of great power between the hands, tall and brave, individual powerful can grow to three meters high, ordinary ones also have a height of more than two meters and five, and they can be compared to heavy tanks on the battlefield.

A kobold hero plus thirteen kobold warriors and a kobold priest who can perform berserk spells is a small overlord even in the dark swamp.

Now that they have joined forces to deal with a group of ordinary carnivorous fish whose life level is not even a first order, it is really similar to slaughter.

In the swamp.

A harpoon cut a graceful curve through the air.

"Plop!"

The muffled grunt of wood piercing into the flesh sounded, and a predatory fish up to a meter and three meters long was nailed to the swamp.

"Bang la la blah!"

The predatory fish, stared at the swamp, struggled desperately in the water, and the blood gradually stained the nearby swamp.

Kobold hero Ronnie Moore strides up to the crucified predator, grabs it and slams his claws into the predator's body.

The spear was drawn, and the kobold hero Ronnie Moore weighed the fish and found it okay.

Satisfied, I put it into a small boat behind me, and I saw that the boat was densely packed with all kinds of carnivorous fish, almost filling the entire boat.

"This fish is relatively large and the flesh is also relatively tender, and it should be dedicated to His Majesty the Dragon."

Kobold hero Ronnie Moore smiled happily.

Since he threw himself into the command of a giant dragon yesterday, the confusion in his mind has been swept away, and he is full of energy, and even looking for his seven wives to do that at night is more energetic than before, and his strength has increased greatly.

With no burden and three backers behind him, he is determined that he no longer has to rack his brains to find a way to continue his race.

As long as he is like his predecessors, His Majesty the Dragon will find a random direction and roar, pick up the big stick and rush over, crush all the enemies, and don't worry about other things, as long as he rushes and rushes, he is really not good at using his brain.

Kobold priest Ronnie Stam sat on a small wooden boat, watching his hard-working men and his most satisfying son, counting the fish they caught.

"It should be almost, the flesh and blood of the bloodline transformation circle should be enough!"

"There are still too few strong people, after almost a day of work, the seventeen small boats have not been filled yet, such a little food, I don't know if it is enough for Your Majesty to eat, I can't let Your Majesty down, I have to speed up."

As the sun sets, Kobold Priest Ronnie Stam returns to the tribe with a harvest of fish.

Night falls.

On the shallows, there were more than 400 kobolds, quietly gathered together.

Seven huge bonfires were lit and burned, illuminating the entire shallows.

At this time, the kobold priest Ronnie Stam was standing on a stone slab, carefully carving a magic circle on the stone slab with a chisel.

With the sound of bells, it resounded throughout the kobold tribe.

The 100 strongest kobolds who were selected were bathed in fish blood and were still stuffing fish meat into their mouths, and they couldn't help but let out a low roar, holding back the excitement in their hearts.

"You guys, you guys have encountered a good thing of gold coins falling from the sky, a few decades ago, in order to become a kobold priest, but on the battlefield, I killed a second-order human knight, and only then did I obtain the inheritance from a first-order kobold priest to a second-order kobold scholar."

"It's a lot of old nose effort!"

"Your luck is good, don't do anything, the good things will be in your hands."

"I also want this old bone of mine to help you carve the magic circle, and you will know how to eat one by one."

"Remember, everything today is a gift from Your Majesty, and if you get benefits, if you dare not give me a good job, you will be hanged one by one."

Kobold priest Ronnie Stam carved the circle and quickly instilled the doctrine of loyalty in this group of people who only knew how to eat.

Bonfires spread everywhere, a fiery red glow enveloped the entire marsh kobold tribe, and the kobold priest Ronnie Stam spoke like a scholar's rhetorical education and a doctrinal preacher, chanting special incantations about the gods.

Under this peculiar atmosphere, the kobolds who bathed in fish blood and devoured fish meat involuntarily howled like wolves.

"Woohoo! Whew! Whew! ”

Dense dog barking incessantly.

A special atmosphere pervaded, and in the realm invisible to ordinary kobolds, dense magic surged from all directions.

At this time, the kobold sacrifice seemed to have received some support, and the carving speed was faster, more accurate, and more stable.

The magic circle on the stone slab began to glow with a magical glow of sea blue, and the kobold priest Ronnie Stam was bathed in magic.

The magic power in the body is growing rapidly, and the magic absorbed by the kobold priest inheritance, which originally belonged to the ordinary inheritance, is gradually replaced by the magic of the water attribute.

The seven or eight tons of fish meat placed around were rapidly dried as if they were being fast-forwarded at this time, and the sea-blue essence and magic gathered around the kobold priest Ronnie Stamu.

The kobold priestess Ronnie Stam began to change drastically, layers of hair falling from his body, and black-blue scales growing upwards from under his skin.

His hands and feet gradually grew a frog membrane like a fishman's hands, and the fangs in his mouth swelled wildly.