Beneath a large reef, a large group of fishmen enter and exit at the mouth of a huge mine, and they carry the primary ore wrapped in dark blue metal from the depths of the mine, and hand it over to some strangely dressed fishman craftsmen to slowly remove the stone slag from the primary ore with water elements.

After the fish-man artisans removed the muck from the raw ore, the exposed irregular blue metal was transported to Taylor, who put it into his storage ring to form a closed loop.

Taylor was now conducting his own dissection experiments in the chief's coral hut, and the metal was piled up at the door of the hut, and no fish-man dared to take it secretly, just working honestly.

The fishmen who came and went in and out of the mine looked in awe at the dark blue metal figure lying in a rocking chair at the entrance of the mine.

Poppy, who was lying in a rocking chair, now only felt that he was watery, the kind of water in the literal sense of the word.

He was happy to have a body that he could control independently, but the trouble that followed was that the ubiquitous water elemental in the air was frantically moving in and out of his body.

Taylor created a pure blue metal body for him according to the creation method of the magic machine, due to the guidance and resonance ability of this special dark blue metal for the water element, the current Bobby's body spontaneously began to pull the water element in the surrounding air in and out, making him in a mist all the time, looking hazy.

Even the sea view he wanted to see the most was covered with a faint mist, and after being dispelled by him, it would slowly gather back.

After dispelling the mist several times in a row, Poppy didn't bother to move, and just lay straight on the rocking chair, shaking it for a while, dispelling the mist from time to time to see if those fishmen were honestly mining the deposits.

Taylor was not wrong, Poppy was indeed the most suitable for sitting in the rear to do some work such as overseeing and supervising, and it was not tiring and leisurely, and more importantly, this kind of work could only be done by the people he trusted the most.

Having such a person worthy of his trust in the rear will undoubtedly make Taylor more stable.

It was about a week or so before Taylor came out of the coral hut of the tribal chief. At this moment, half of his body was soaked in the blue blood of the fishman, the scalpel in his hand was still carrying some fine scale powder, and the short hammer in the other hand was still stained with flesh and blood, looking like a peerless and fierce demon butcher.

The fish-man craftsman who had just come over to transport the dark blue metal was frightened when he saw Taylor dressed in this outfit, and directly sprayed feces and urine, causing the surrounding shallows to exude a foul smell.

Smelling a bad smell, Taylor frowned and looked at his own dress again, and immediately understood why the other party was doing this, he didn't say anything, didn't think much about it, and directly waved his hand, and a small tornado swept up and threw the frightened fishman craftsman away.

After dealing with the dirty foreshore, Taylor raised his hands and stretched, listening to the crunch of his bones, and felt a sense of relief in his heart.

"It seems that our archwizard has finally come out............"

Slightly resentful words rang out behind the sunset, and he looked back to see a figure with a mist wrapped in a dark blue figure walking slowly towards him.

It was Bobby who had just spoken, he looked at Taylor, and said in a joking tone, "Look at your outfit, you don't know that you think you're going to be a butcher." ”

Taylor lowered his head to see how he was dressed like a butcher, and couldn't help but shake his head, turned back and cleaned himself up, and after changing his clothes, he walked out of the hut and was a handsome wizard apprentice full of literary atmosphere.

After putting away all the irregular blue metal ore piled up in the door of the hut, Taylor looked at Bobby and asked.

"How much metal ore is left in the cave now?"

"Not much."

Poppy pondered for a moment, then said: "This mine is not even a small mine, almost more than 70 kilograms is already enough, and now it is just mining some leftovers. ”

In this way, it means that this place has no other value.

Since this place is of little value, it should be a different goal.

After killing several of the larger sea beasts and throwing their carcasses in front of the hut of the tribal chieftain of the small tribe, Taylor and Bobbi departed with him.

The warriors and chieftains who killed them were killed, but they had to pay their wages for working for so long that they mined enough blue metal.

He's not a devil either.

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Swish!

After a wind blade more than 20 meters long and almost condensed into substance split a fish-man riding a three-headed snake in half, the shallows at the foot of Crete were completely stained blue by the fish-man's blood.

All around him, powerful constructs were using heavy weapons to cripple their opponents, and the puppet legions farther away had slaughtered the entire tribe's resistance.

Behind Crete, a large number of numb fishmen slowly picked up their mining tools under the watchful eyes of the puppet army, and dug up the dark blue metal for Crete step by step.

True to the master and apprentice, Crete and Taylor both deal with the fish-people in the same way, first kill the resistance forces, and then enslave the other fish-people to extract resources for them.

Even Crete jokingly named this magical metal with good conduction and resonance of the dark blue water element.

Fish-man's tears

Every wizard, whether a Grade 1 or Tier 2 wizard, has been assigned his own invasion area, and now Crete has led his puppet army to sweep away the two large tribes and more than 20 smaller tribes in the vicinity.

In the area he is specifically responsible for, there is only one large fish-man tribe left waiting for him to be captured, and this fish-man tribe has also gathered a large number of fish-man fleeing forces.

After assigning a group of golems to oversee the fish-people mining the minerals, Crete headed in the direction of the last large fish-man tribe. In one fell swoop, he swept away all the areas he was responsible for, and then quietly exploited resources.

With this in mind, Crete harnessed the breeze to lift himself up and flew towards the remaining large fish-man tribe.

Below him, several Construct Golems raised their heavy weapons and hurried in the direction of the Fish-Man Tribe.

Granite golems, iron golems, and magical machines formed a phalanx in unison, taking heavy steps and quickly gathering towards the fish-man tribe.