How Am I Still Alive?

The fishman lord Shakda was very excited. Even though he was trying hard to suppress his emotions, it was still difficult for him not to laugh.

In fact, he has long been interested in communicating with "human beings".

As a mixed-blood murloc lord, the fact that he has been able to get to where he is today is not actually because of his ridiculous size. He is the original shaman of the race (a priest who worships elements), and is actually a traditional Spellcasting profession.

Primitive shaman worship is a universal belief among intelligent creatures. Belief in the basic elements of light, fire, water, and earth is the most harmless but ubiquitous basic belief in every world. In many worlds, belief and will are equal to power. In primitive society, the Man Shaman naturally became the leader of the tribe.

Before being led astray by certain beings, most fish-men tribes had shamans like "prophet" and "sage" as their guides and leaders. This is their old tradition. The most important thing is that these are the only ones. "Legal professions" can read and take the initiative to preserve the cultural heritage and civilization of their own ethnic group.

As a "leader" and an "intellectual", he will certainly know everything about his own ethnic group and the situation in the world at large, or at least try to open his eyes and see the world.

He once blended into a human city as an ordinary half-murloc, and experienced the life of an "ordinary murloc" for half a year as a dock porter. He had a first-level understanding of this brand-new alien race.

"A relatively peaceful race, but the average strength is surprisingly high, and everyone is a transcendent."

"They have a mature heritage civilization and currency, and they have the technology to modify the creations of their own civilization according to the conditions of other planets. They are really amazing. I, a lord, may not live as comfortable as an ordinary person like them."

"To revise my expectations, they are not as rare in number as I thought before. Although their reproductive capacity is not as good as ours, they are still above the level of mortal species. It is said that their number of citizens in a single country exceeds hundreds of millions. , God, how do they manage and rule such a large number of people?”

". It's too powerful. Our world is just a part of their strategy. Everyone even comes from a church organization. They are a world where true gods exist. It is said that the total number of gods may be thousands. If each god has one of these "a hierarchical subordinate organization"

Having seen the prosperity of human cities, Shakda, who had made friends with humans and heard them play B, would never dare to ignore the ethnic group and opportunities in front of him.

"Me? An ordinary local bishop candidate who just joined Linnv Church."

"My master was personally invited by the quasi-god King Akul to join the church and specially invited to participate in this exploration."

Lu Ping An is very calm, but someone will help him boast about Lu Ping An's face, which is also the face of everyone, and is a prerequisite for a smooth business.

"Quasi God?"

Shakda smiled like a fool, as if he had no idea what a quasi-god was.

But in my heart, I was very shaken. "The person who is one step away from God" and the "great being who refuses to ascend to God" are also super important people in any world. If even such a being wants to take the person in front of him seriously, this "human child" "Zai" is probably even more outrageous than imagined.

In fact, the lord had already improved his evaluation all the way, but at this moment, he still felt shocked and even frightened.

In order to express friendliness, he even took the initiative to "exchange" at a loss, and even took out "treasures" that he could not use, just to make his opponent happy and come back next time.

"What is such a big shot doing here?" He was surprised but also a little uneasy.

But at this time, after the initial agreement on the deal, the fishman lord was ready to take action.

Even the leader cannot ignore the "tradition of the fishmen".

"As an entertainment program for the banquet," the fishman lord bit the bullet and started provoking.

He already knew about the strength of human beings, and even learned about the strength of human combat forces on the front line from his own channels, but his subordinates, his ethnic group, and his citizens did not know.

These fishmen really never go out for the rest of their lives, so it's meaningless what you say to them.

As a local lord, he really didn't want his guests to be kidnapped by his subordinates and tribesmen as soon as they went out. From his understanding of his tribe, the chance of this happening was 100%.

But once there was a bloodshed, there was nothing wrong with me. They were all used to killing each other, and Mu Qiang was also buried in racial customs, but "civilized" humans were different. One or two people really died. What to do if you have a feud?

So, at the banquet, he took the initiative to "dance" and let the people in front of him show off his skills.

"Let my subordinates play with your people."

But the young man in front of him seemed not to care at all.

This time, the fishman lord was a little nervous, but he was not worried that his people would lose.

"Damn it, this cub hasn't noticed it yet. If you can't win beautifully, you will be in constant trouble. A fierce fish cannot stop after seeing blood."

The murloc lord, he is worried that his murloc subordinates are not defeated thoroughly enough!

And when the human subordinate, the "old acquaintance" appeared in the array, this uneasiness reached a certain point, and he even planned to stop on the spot.

"Long-hand clan, how can we use these wastes? It's better to hire some fishmen. It's cheap. Why hire these weak guys?"

But the next moment, he stopped.

As a master of elements, he sensed the "extraordinary" flavor of those long-handed people.

Over a hundred extraordinary soldiers of the Changshou Clan? With just one glance, Shakda was frightened.

He confirmed that humans do have extraordinary technology for mass production, and the success rate is quite high.

After being surprised or even pleasantly surprised, he felt an inexplicable fear that if he acted too weak, would the transaction immediately turn into a robbery? He also knew that this was probably just a fantasy, but when intelligent life was in a disadvantaged position, it would inevitably become neurotic and worry about gains and losses.

Next, he saw a meteor shower

"Buzz!"

The long-handed spear throwers in the array suddenly completed their charge, and meteors pierced the air.

Blockage of water flow? Atmospheric drag? Meaningless.

All the uneasiness of the fishman lord reached its climax when the "cannonballs" penetrated the hard rock foundation and directly tore apart the "royal guard position" on his side, bringing blood and death.

"boom!"

Of the hundreds of spearmen, only the first ten stood up, and with just one wave of spear throwing, they defeated the hundred-man team of the "Murloc Royal Guard".

The solid stone shell armor and high-quality shell shield were meaningless in front of the falling heavy artillery that looked like a meteorite.

The craters look like the scene after a super mortar bombing, but the surroundings are full of flesh, blood and debris.

"Ahhh!"

Some guards collapsed immediately. They could not understand such an opponent. They had only been "on duty in the city" all their lives. Their most powerful opponents were all kinds of fishmen and big fish. Facing these, they were all mid- to upper-level among the extraordinary. Attack without the courage to resist.

The demoralized fishman guards abandoned their armor, which made Shakda feel nervous again just as he breathed a sigh of relief.

"If these spears are aimed at ourselves."

"If they find out that we are just a bunch of weak fish, we are not going to trade and are going to loot directly."

"That's what those gray dwarfs and eight-clawed villains are like."

But suddenly, he saw the "cub" in front of him getting up and walking towards the screaming battlefield.

Is this the plan to kill everyone? Are you planning to establish your authority and promote your right to occupy the local area?

Shakda felt his blood vessels were cold, but he could do nothing.

What he is afraid of is not the hundreds of extraordinary beings in front of him. He can see that they obviously have weaknesses, and there are elites and strong men under his command. What he is afraid of is the attitude of human beings towards him. If they really feel that their race is useless , preparing to be enslaved to work as logistics and handymen. Will the fate of being enslaved happen again? And this time, I'm afraid no one can escape.

"Huh?"

"much better"

"What's going on? I'm fine?!"

But there was surprise and disbelief in the sharp screams of the fish-men over there.

Wherever that "human cub" reached, no matter how seriously wounded the wounded were, they could get up immediately. When the unlucky ones with minor or serious injuries stood up after he passed by, this scene was like a "miraculous", which was better than the hundreds of people before. The extraordinary is even more incomprehensible.

Shakda opened his mouth wide, unable to conceal his uneasiness and shock any longer.

But he saw the young man coming back with a smile.

"Are you interested in these spearmen? I can sell them, do you want to buy them? In addition, there are also their training methods, weapons and equipment, and logistics, all of which are clearly priced."

"Oh, are you interested in my medical treatment? I'm sorry, I can't sell this, but I also have medical medicines and extraordinary potions here, which are also sold at cheap prices."