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The fishman boy passed through the caravan and finally sneaked into the fishman town.

On the surface, he remained calm, but in fact, he used his huge fish-man eyes to observe his surroundings carefully.

Although there are many fishmen in the fishman town, the facilities are very simple.

Most of the houses where fishmen live are small caves dug out of the rocks, or natural gaps in the coral bushes.

The roofs or windows of houses are made of large and small shells. The fixing method between building structures is usually bundled with seaweed.

There are also some large underwater caves where many fishmen and civilians live together.

The overall level of architectural processing is very low, just better than that of primitive tribes.

Despite being so backward, from a military perspective, these are solid and durable defense facilities.

Fighting in sea water is between land warfare and air warfare, and the combat environment is relatively complex. Enemies can swim and float overhead for long periods of time. Therefore, not only all directions, but also the top of the head and the soles of the feet may be the enemy's attack routes.

In this environment, the Inkstone Cave can provide strict and comprehensive protection for the fish people.

The passages between caves are mostly narrow and slippery, and the terrain is complex. Only fishmen who have lived here for a long time can be familiar with the terrain. The fishman's hands and toes have adsorption capabilities and are good at swimming, allowing them to move forward quickly in the passage.

Fighting here, the fish people have great geographical advantages.

Every fishman town is quite easy to defend and difficult to attack.

"Currently, there are thousands of members of the Justice Pirates, but don't even think of attacking such an underwater fish town. The population of fishmen here is almost the same size as the pirates. And most of the pirates are ordinary people and cannot do anything. Down to the bottom of the sea. The water pressure will kill them."

"Even if you use magic to offset the water pressure and temporarily give the pirates the ability to breathe underwater, it will be difficult for these ordinary pirates to fight in an environment full of water."

"In doing so, the pirates will be sacrificed and the precious mana of our own magicians will be wasted."

The young man thought that he had discussed this matter with Zong Ge - how to effectively capture a fishman village under the sea.

The suggestion given by Zong Ge was to raid with elite soldiers.

Send an elite team of extraordinary beings composed of bronze, black iron, and silver to temporarily possess underwater combat capabilities with the help of magic. Then they make a surprise attack, charge in a short time, break through the murloc defenses, and quickly behead the murloc leader and others, causing the murlocs to lose their morale. Finally, they take advantage of the victory to pursue and kill them.

At the same time, Zonge also put forward several points that require special attention.

First, we must hide our troops before the raid. It would be bad if the intelligence was leaked and the murlocs were transferred early.

Even if the human race wants to catch up, they won't be able to catch up. They are no match for fishmen when it comes to swimming underwater. This is an innate difference between different races.

If the murlocs just run away, it will be almost difficult to recover the cost that our side has invested in the war. Fishman villages and towns are very simple and have few valuable things.

It would be even more dangerous if the murlocs walked around and kept dragging the human troops. The spells on human extraordinary beings are all time-limited. If the murlocs choose to attack when the spell time limit is about to expire, the human team will inevitably be in danger.

Second, if the murlocs did not have time to escape, they would still resist. If the human team fails to succeed in the beheading raid, they should try their best to avoid confrontation with these murlocs.

Because if this continues, the human troops will lose extraordinary people, while the murlocs will sacrifice more ordinary murlocs.

This kind of exchange of troops will be very loss-making unless it is used to implement very important tactics and strategies.

It is almost impossible for the Justice Pirates to attack the underwater settlements of fishmen.

To attack by force would be too risky a war!

Therefore, after the fishman boy entered the village and observed it for a while, he felt even more grateful that he had a blood core and could mutate and disguise himself as a fishman.

"I would also like to thank that fish-man wise man. Without his bloodline, I wouldn't be able to understand the fish-man language."

"What a good fish man."

The caravan entered this town, and the commotion caused caused more and more murlocs to come out of their caves to look at these caravan murlocs.

"Welcome home." Soon after, the fish people parted ways, and an old fish man shaman emerged from the crowd.

She is holding a cane, her back is stooped, and her fish tentacles are numerous and drooping.

When the fishman boy first looked over, he thought it was an old fishman, but when the fishman opened his mouth, he realized it was a female voice, and then he understood the gender of this old fishman.

Speaking of which, the gender characteristics of fishmen are not obvious. Although there are males and females, it is difficult for outsiders to distinguish them. The same goes for the fish-man boy.

"Everyone stands still!" the old fishman, the leader of the caravan, roared.

The caravan men stood together.

The old fish man was also among them.

The old fishman shaman began to chant, and then cast a spell, and for a while the sea water was filled with brilliance.

Blood-like light shone on all members of the caravan, and until the light gradually extinguished, nothing special happened.

This is obviously an investigative technique.

Seeing this result, the old fishman shaman breathed a sigh of relief and said again: "Welcome home, children, you have worked hard along the way."

The fishman boy relaxed a little.

The old murloc leader of the caravan also breathed a sigh of relief. He had been paying close attention to the murloc boy just now. Now he patted the latter on the shoulder: "You are not from the Blade Fin Tribe, so we can all rest assured."

The fishman boy shrugged: "I told you, I'm a wandering hunter."

The old fish man said: "If it weren't for the fact that you and I are both brown-scaled, I wouldn't have brought you with me. But it's not safe. The Knife Fin Tribe is our hostile force, and they once sent fish People are lurking in our town.”

Murlocs are an intelligent species. The words of the old murloc leader of the caravan illustrate that the murlocs have conflicts with each other. At the same time, they value intelligence and have espionage tactics in competition.

This reminded the young fishman of his previous request to join the caravan. The old fishman, the leader of the caravan, did obviously hesitate for a while.

So, the young man continued to explain: "I just want to find a safe environment to rest for a few days. I will leave in a few days."

As soon as he said this, the other fishmen immediately relaxed a little more.

But the old fish man in the caravan had a new idea.

He led the young man and arranged his residence, then secretly called his apprentice.

His apprentice is a green-scaled murloc with big yellow eyes.

"Sauerkraut." The old fish man of the caravan patted the strong back of his apprentice, Sauerkraut, "I have a task for you, you go challenge the new Ben Bo."

Sauerkraut respected the old fish man very much: "I understand, Master! How far do you want me to teach you?"

The old fish man said sternly: "I'm not asking you to bully outsiders, I'm asking you to test out his strength. If his strength is relatively weak, then you should restrain yourself."

"Oh, I understand, Master."

The old fish man looked at his silly apprentice and felt a little worried. He said in caution: "Be careful with his scimitar. It can kill two iron bat fishes at once. He is not that easy to deal with."

"Yes, Master!"

Sauerkraut always carries out his master's orders with all his might.

Therefore, he immediately found the fish-man boy.

"You want to challenge me?" The fishman boy looked at the green-scaled and yellow-eyed fishman in front of him.

Compared with other fishmen, his figure is obviously stronger and taller, and the muscles on his legs and feet are also more obvious.

He is also at the black iron level.

"I heard that your scimitar is very powerful. I am the master's only apprentice, and I have inherited the master's sword skills. None of the other fish-man fighters in the town are my opponents. So this time, I am here to formally propose to you. Challenge. Do you dare to accept it?" Sauerkraut shouted, his voice deliberately amplified, which immediately attracted the attention of other fishmen.

"Of course." The fish-man boy agreed immediately.

This kind of temptation was something he expected.

The living conditions of the fishmen are backward. They live under the sea and there are many predators that threaten the fishmen, so they are very martial.

Without martial arts, there is no way to survive.

Sauerkraut came to challenge Ben Bo, who was also at the black iron level, and there was nothing wrong with it. In fact, if he didn't challenge, the other fishmen would have been eager to try.

However, Sauerkraut is recognized as the strongest among the young adult fishmen.

As soon as the news spread that he was officially challenging Ben Bo, other fishmen chose to watch.

That afternoon, the place where the fish-man boy and the pickled cabbage were dueling was already crowded with fish-men.

The young man arrived on time, and the fishmen who were watching all stared at him and moved out of the way.

"He just runs around?"

"You're so young, you're already a black iron? As expected, he's as talented as Sauerkraut, just like the rumors!"

"Sauerkraut has the blood of the Manyu tribe. He looks like a brown scale. How can he reach the level of black iron at such a young age?"

The fish people were talking a lot and were very curious.

When the fish-man boy passed through the crowd and came to the center of the field, Sauerkraut, who had arrived early, stood up, picked up the scimitar on the ground, and held it tightly in his hand.

He used two scimitars, a double-sword style.

"Come on, I'll let you attack first!" Sauerkraut grinned and deliberately collided the two knives with each other, making a loud banging sound.

The fish-man boy flipped his wrist and used the scimitar to make a ball of knives, causing the other fish-men to exclaim.

Pickled cabbage was dissatisfied and snorted: "It's all bells and whistles."

Despite this, he stared at the scimitar in the young man's hand with serious eyes.

Because the quality of the boy's scimitar reached the level of black iron, this kind of weapon was rare among the fish-men settlement.

The leader of the caravan, Old Brown Scales, is also a black man. After struggling all his life, he only has two bronze-level scimitars. Sauerkraut himself only has ordinary scimitars. The pair of bronze scimitars in his hands were specially lent to him by his master, Old Brown Lin.

His master usually cherished these pair of bronze scimitars, so this was the first time for Sauerkraut to use them openly.

Sauerkraut was both excited and nervous: "I wonder if Master's baby can withstand the black iron scimitar from the opposite side?"

The fish-man boy played with his knife and slowly approached the pickled cabbage.

Sauerkraut was very cautious, holding the knife in front of his chest with both hands, bending over and arching his back, constantly moving his steps.

suddenly!

The fishman boy rushed forward suddenly.

The besieging murlocs thought that the two sides were going to fight for a while, but they didn't expect a surprise attack and they all screamed in surprise.

Amid everyone's exclamations, the fish-man boy rushed in front of Sauerkraut in the blink of an eye.

Sauerkraut was always prepared, and he was not surprised. He calmly raised his two swords high, trying to withstand the young man's direct attack.

The young man suddenly changed his movements. He threw the scimitar as a flying knife and threw it with all his strength.

Sauerkraut was extremely shocked: "You actually threw away such a good weapon?!"

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