As a small, nameless tribe born on a coral reef, everyone from the chieftain to the common people of the tribe has resigned themselves to their fate, and they have begun to develop in a rotten manner, as long as they have enough resources to eat every day, and they have to contribute all other resources to those big tribes anyway.

The tribe's Fishman warriors will always be like that, and so will the tribe's Fishman Hunters, and only when a warrior or hunter dies will there be a new Fishman replacement. Usually, everyone eats and drinks as usual, hunts or collects some aquatic plants and seaweed.

Under the pressure of the big tribes, this nameless small tribe simply does not have enough resources to train more hunters and warriors, and their state has been constant in this half-dead and inperishable situation.

But just today, a fish-man warrior in the tribe disappeared for no reason, and if it was in those big tribes, it might be missing, and it wasn't a big problem.

But for this small, nameless tribe of just over forty warriors, it was a big event that could shake the entire tribe.

With such a high-end combat power as the Fishman Warriors, there are only more than 40 in their entire tribe, and now there is suddenly one less, and it is in an unclear way.

The sea is both gentle and cruel to them, because there are also a large number of sea beasts living in the sea, and if there is no protection from warriors, the sea beasts will tear this small tribe apart, and they are just rotten, not want to die.

When the chief arrived, there were only traces of drag in front of him, and they vanished without a trace until the shallow beach, followed by the blue blood that had been splashed in the coral bushes, and which had now turned into a blood eggplant, solidified on the coral branches, and smelled of a foul smell.

Following the trail of dragging, the chief could not find the reef cave where Taylor was located, Taylor was extremely cautious, and did not leave small clues such as hair, plus the tribe itself was very weak and lacked some fish-people with special abilities.

So the chief could only declare aggrievedly that the warrior had disappeared for no reason, and that their tribe had no ability to find the murderer of the warrior.

In addition to this, the chief could only send two fish-man warriors with ten fish-man hunters to be stationed here, taking charge of the defensive patrols here while looking for any useful clues.

On the other side, Taylor, who had completed his first dissection as a wizard's apprentice, finally grasped the charm of the body, flesh, and the trajectory of the flow of magic within him.

Although he was only a fish-man, by dissecting the fish-man's corpse, by studying his muscle structure, bone structure, and the reaction of their bodies to the flow of water elements and some small nerves derived from the use of water elemental power in their bodies, it seemed to open a whole new door for Taylor.

Although he is not a wizard of the muscle school who specializes in the structure of body muscles and so on, Taylor instinctively feels that it is beneficial and harmless for him to know more about these nervous structures and muscle structures.

In addition, Taylor also found the double dent held by the fish-man warrior, gouging away the tattered coral structure, and the other half of the dark blue deep-sea mineral deposit metal has a unique water element resonance and conductivity, which is a magic metal with good conductivity of water elemental magic.

This is a good thing, even if it is useless for him now, but if you want to build a structure in the future, especially if you want to focus on the water element, it will definitely come in handy, even if you don't use it to build a structure, you can exchange it for a good thing for your own use.

Now Taylor has one more reason to target the Fish-Man Tribe, and that is to plunder these precious deep blue deep-sea mineral deposits.

It's a waste of such a precious metal for those dumbfounded fishmen, and only in the hands of wizards can they bloom with their own brilliance.

Now Taylor finally understood why wizards want to start a plane war, there is no way, all kinds of knowledge and high-quality resources are too difficult to part.

On top of that, the fish-people living in this plane are simply unworthy, and they don't deserve to have such a sophisticated magical metal.

The same magic metal, put in the hands of the fish-man, becomes a cold weapon like a double dent, and sometimes even uses this thing as a throwing weapon, at most using the double dent to increase the power of the water element.

But in Taylor's hands, Taylor promises that it can be made into a sorcery prop, can be made into a magical machine, can be made into some small amplification props, anyway, there are too many ways to use it.

Waste is a shameful crime.

A tiny flame burned in Taylor's eyes, and he had to get all the blue metal of the small tribe in front of him into his hands.

He didn't care, and he didn't want to care about the casualties he had caused because he had collected the blue metal.

Anyway, it's just a bunch of fish heads with humanoid forms, not humans.

In the days that followed, Taylor almost turned into a Fish-Man Assassin, frantically killing the Fish-Man warriors of the reef tribe from all directions and angles.

In his storage ring, there was also more and more dark blue metal that he had stripped of the coral parts, and Taylor felt that this was not enough.

It wasn't until the chieftain of that tribe was killed head-on by Taylor that the entire tribe prostrate at Taylor's feet, though the fish-man civilians and the remaining fish-man hunters did not know why the mysterious creature had killed their chief and all the warriors.

But all they could do now was bury their fish heads deep in the shallows beneath their feet, and prostrate themselves in the bow to the figure standing on the reef.

After conquering the entire tribe, Taylor first swept away all of the tribe's reserves of dark blue metal, and then gave the tribe's fishmen his first and only order to rule the tribe.

"Go and mine this blue metal, you can mine as much as you want, as for the sea beasts around the blue metal mine, I will be responsible for solving it, and you will mine my metal!"

That's right, Taylor was going to stay in the tribe for a while, at least to mine all the dark blue metal around the tribe.

These are the currency and precious wealth of his future development, how can he give up the mineral deposits here?

Taylor felt that he was not a devil now, and he decided to use the method of distribution according to work, so that the fishmen would be willing to mine the special blue metal for themselves.

He was going to use the first batch of mined metal to create a magical machine, and put Poppy's consciousness in it as an overseer, which Poppy must have liked anymore.

As for the question of whether the wave is not wasted, Taylor can only say, how can it be considered a waste to use it for his own people? And no one can say how many metal deposits are buried in this vast sea.