As Crete's apprentice, Taylor could only watch as his teacher's puppet army eliminated all the fishmen with a devastating force, dragging the first-level lifeform level fishmen to the teacher's feet.

The terrifying fish-man who had just set off a tsunami of more than ten meters and could summon a wall of ice and ice was now even shot into his chest and turned into a pool of rotten corpses.

The high-level mer-men who summoned water cannons, water guns, water shields, etc., are now corpses one by one.

He could even feel the life level breath of this first-level life form above him, and this high-level life breath made him feel very uneasy, and even felt a little awkward, as if he wanted to stay away.

This is a kind of suppression of the instinct of the high-level lifeforms to the low-level lifeforms, and the sense of panic brought to the low-level lifeforms by the escape of the breath.

When the first-level lifeforms were alive, as beings who had stepped into the transcendent realm, they could restrain their aura, but after they died, the level fluctuations and aura naturally emitted by the corpses would deter the weak lifeforms around them.

If you want to describe it, it's like the corpse of a giant dragon still doesn't have any ordinary beasts or even low-level demonic beasts that dare to approach, this is the deterrent that high-level lifeforms bring to low-level lifeforms.

Later, when he saw the instruments, tables, special gloves, and knife bags that the butler had brought out for his teacher, Taylor felt that his saliva was about to flow out.

The table on which the corpse was placed, the magical instruments used to scan and analyze the corpse, including the scalpel with gloves on his teacher's hand, were all professional tools made of precious materials, which an apprentice like him could not hope for.

The ectopic elemental analyzer placed in the storage ring was already the only and most valuable experimental instrument Taylor had, but now the magic instruments used in Crete were more high-end than the heterotopic elemental analyzer Taylor had.

That's a lot of money.

Taylor could only keep comforting himself with the reason that the white wizard himself was rich, and it was normal for his teacher to be rich and his own teacher was still a unique brother with special skills.

Looking at the fish-man corpses on the table, Taylor is almost self-contained now, how can he have professional instruments, expensive props, and now there are first-level lifeforms as experimental dissection materials, his own teacher's research is really too luxurious.

It would be nice if I could give myself a leg, an arm, even a little thumb, bones and even scales.

Alas............

Why is it so extravagant............

Taylor now feels that he needs to improve his knowledge and psychological quality, otherwise he will not know how many times he will be stimulated under the hands of such a tyrant teacher.

His heart was both envious and entangled, envious of his teacher's wealth, and entangled in his own weakness, he understood that his teacher's worth was based on a powerful puppet army and individual strength, as long as there was enough strength, wealth would naturally come to the door by itself.

If he is strong enough, then he will have professional equipment, sophisticated props, and high-quality dissecting test subjects sooner or later.

While Taylor was struggling, a book was suddenly delivered to him by a pale cyan breeze.

Crite, who was holding two knives, one long and one short, wore leather gloves, and wore a spectacle-style witchcraft prop that emitted magical fluctuations, spoke:

"Although we White Wizards pursue knowledge and truth, and advocate innovation and inquiry, we still need to have the most basic survivability and combat ability, which is my summary of the Wind Blasting Technique and the changes in the nature of some wind elements."

Hearing this, Taylor's heart suddenly swelled with unease, he didn't dare to reach out to pick up the book floating in front of him, he was a little unsure of the conjecture in his heart.

"Teacher, should you ............?"

Crete smiled back, his white teeth bared, he was now more and more satisfied with his clever apprentice, and he understood what he meant with only a slight flick.

"That's right, it's time for you to go out and practice, this book is what I gave you to use to improve your strength, and when you eat this book thoroughly, a fishman who has not reached the level of a first-level lifeform cannot be your opponent."

"When you've killed 1,000 fishmen with doubledents, come back to me."

After saying that, Crete waved his hand, and a soft blue-green wind directly lifted Taylor's body, and then let Taylor float into the distance like a kite.

"Ahhh............hh

Seeing himself getting farther and farther away from the shallows, and even the puppet legions getting smaller and smaller in his eyes, Taylor was carried high into the air by the gentle wind, and couldn't help but let out a panicked cry.

Crete smiled as he watched his apprentice fly off into the distance and start his own experience.

This is the inheritance of the white wizard from generation to generation when he took the apprentice, and the young branches and buds can only bloom their own flowers after experiencing the baptism of wind and rain.

"You kid be content, when my teacher took me through the training, I remember throwing out a vine and throwing me out............"

Hearing Taylor's screams, Crete picked up the scalpel and muttered to himself as he cut through the muscles of the corpse in front of him.

"But then again, you kid will be safe and sound, after all, your teacher and I are not devils............"

After Taylor left, the butler who had been honestly behind Crete was now nowhere to be found, and seemed to have left in Taylor's direction.

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After leaving Crete and Taylor, Kano became a red-robed fishman and embarked on his own unknown path.

He traced the location of the fish-man tribe along the shallows and the traces left by some fish-man civilians, and now he has become a fish-man, although he can't hide the level of a first-level lifeform, he can completely find some weak fish-man tribes, find a way to blend in and create chaos, and guide the fish-people to turmoil and rebellion.

In the sequence of the fish-man race, there is always a group of people who have so-called backers, but they are not up to the bottom and become extremely greedy, and Kano is aiming at this kind of fish-man group that is not up or down and is very greedy himself.

The backers of this group may be elders, parents, clans, or sisters and brothers, who rely on these backers to gain more benefits, but they are constrained by themselves and their backers.

But as long as they are a little ambitious and a little self-motivated, they will want to go up, climb up, and grab more rights and interests, maybe at the beginning, the existence they rely on has brought them a lot of help and benefits, but when their appetite is raised, these backers may become further stumbling blocks for them.

No one wants to put a chain around their neck or put a big man on their head, not even a fish.