As an unknown small tribe born on a coral reef, everyone from the chief to the civilians of the tribe have accepted their fate. They have begun to develop in a messy way. They only need enough resources to eat and use every day. Anyway, they have to use other resources. All resources are contributed to those large tribes.
There will always be the same number of murloc warriors in the tribe, and there will always be the same number of murloc hunters in the tribe. Only when a warrior or a hunter dies, will a new murloc take the place. Usually everyone just eats and drinks as usual, hunts or collects some water plants, seaweed and the like.
Under the pressure of the large tribe, this unknown small tribe simply did not have enough resources to cultivate more hunters and warriors. Their state has been in this semi-dead and unable to perish situation.
But just today, a fishman warrior in the tribe disappeared for no reason. If he were in those big tribes, he might just disappear, so it wouldn't be a big problem.
But for this unknown little tribe with only more than forty warriors, this was a major event that could shock the entire tribe.
Their entire tribe only had more than 40 high-end combatants like fish-men warriors, and now they suddenly lost one, and in an obscure way.
The sea is both gentle and nourishing for them, but it is also cruel because there are also a large number of sea beasts living in the sea. If there is no protection from warriors, the sea beasts will tear this small tribe apart. They are just smashing it, not wanting to die.
When the chief arrived, there were only traces of dragging in front of him, which disappeared without a trace until they reached the shallow beach. Next was the blue blood splashed in the coral bush, which has now turned into a scab. , solidified on the coral branches, and exuding an unpleasant odor.
Following the dragging traces, the chief could not find the reef cave where Taylor was located. Taylor was extremely cautious and did not leave any small clues such as hair. In addition, the tribe itself was very weak and lacked some people with special abilities. Fishman.
Therefore, the chief could only announce angrily that this soldier disappeared without any reason, and his tribe was unable to find the murderer of the soldier.
In addition, the chief can only send two murloc warriors and ten murloc hunters to station here. While responsible for the defensive patrol here, they are also responsible for looking for any useful clues.
On the other side, Taylor, who completed the first dissection in his wizard apprenticeship, finally understood the charm of knowledge about the body, flesh and blood, and the flow of internal magic power.
Although it is just a fish-man, by dissecting the corpse of the fish-man, studying his muscle structure, bone structure, and the reaction of the water element in their body to the circulation and the small nerves derived from the body's ability to use the power of the water element, it seems that It opened a whole new door for Taylor.
Although he is not a muscular wizard who specializes in studying body muscle structure, etc., Taylor instinctively feels that knowing more about these neural structures and muscle structures will be beneficial and harmless to his wizard path.
In addition, Taylor also discovered that the bident held by the fish-man warrior was used to dig away at the tattered coral structure. The other half of the deep-sea mineral deposits of deep blue had unique water element resonance and conductivity. It was a kind of water A magic metal with good conductivity of elemental magic.
This is a good thing. Even if it is useless to him now, if he wants to build a construct in the future, especially one that is biased toward water elements, it will definitely come in handy. Even if it is not used to build constructs, it can be used to share with other people. By exchanging, you can also get good things that you can use.
Now Taylor has another reason for targeting the fishman tribe, which is to plunder these precious blue deep-sea mineral metals.
It would be too wasteful for such a precious metal to be used by those stupid murlocs. Only by putting it in the hands of wizards can they shine with their own brilliance.
Now Taylor finally understood why the wizard wanted to launch a plane war. He had no choice but to give up all kinds of knowledge and high-quality resources.
The most important thing is that the fishmen living in this plane are simply unworthy of their virtue and are not worthy of possessing such sophisticated magic metal.
The same magic metal turns into a cold weapon like a bident in the hands of a fishman. Sometimes it is even used as a throwing weapon. At most, the bident can be used to increase the power of the water element.
But in Taylor's hands, Taylor guarantees that it can be made into a witchcraft prop, a magic machine, or some small amplifying props. Anyway, there are so many ways to use it.
Waste is really a shameful crime.
A tiny flame burned in Taylor's eyes. He had to take all the blue metal from the small tribe in front of him into his own hands.
He didn't care, nor did he want to care about the casualties caused by his collection of these blue metals.
Anyway, they are just a group of fish heads with humanoid shapes, not humans.
In the days that followed, Taylor almost transformed into a murloc assassin, frantically killing the murloc warriors on the coral reef tribe from all directions and angles.
In his storage ring, more and more blue metal was stripped out of the coral part, and Taylor felt that these were far from enough.
It wasn't until the chief of that tribe was killed by Taylor that the entire tribe fell at Taylor's feet. Although the murloc civilians and the remaining murloc hunters didn't know why this mysterious creature wanted to kill their chief and all the others. warrior.
But all they can do now is to bury their fish heads deeply into the shallows at their feet and kneel down to the figure standing on the coral reef.
After conquering the entire tribe, Taylor first swept away all the tribe's blue metal reserves, and then issued his first and only order to rule the tribe to the fishmen of this tribe.
"Go mine this blue metal, and mine as much as you can. As for the sea monsters around the blue metal mine, I will take care of them, and you can mine my metal!" That's right,
Taylor plans to stay in this tribe for a while. Time is running out. At the very least, all the blue metal around this tribe must be mined.
These are the currency and precious wealth for his future development. How could he give up the mineral deposits here to others?
Taylor felt that he was not a devil now, so he decided to use the method of distribution according to work, so that the fish people would willingly mine the special blue metal for him.
He wants to use the first batch of mined metals to make a magical machine, and put Poppy's consciousness in it as a supervisor. Poppy must like this kind of work very much.
As for the question of whether waste is waste, Taylor can only say, how can it be considered a waste if it is used for one's own people? And no one can tell how many metal deposits are buried in this vast sea.
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