Under a large reef, a large group of murlocs came in and out of a huge mine. They moved the original ore covered with blue metal from the depths of the mine and gave it to some strangely dressed people. The fishman craftsmen used water elements to slowly remove the gravel attached to the original ore.
After the murloc craftsmen removed the dirt from the native ores, the exposed irregular blue metal was transported to Taylor, who put it into his storage ring to form a closed loop.
Taylor is currently conducting his own anatomy experiments in the chief's dedicated coral hut. The metals are piled at the door of the hut, and no fishman dares to take them secretly. They just work honestly.
The murlocs walking in and out of the mine all looked at the blue metallic figure lying on a rocking chair at the entrance of the mine with awe.
Bobby, who was lying on the rocking chair, now only felt that he was very watery, in a literal sense.
Although he was very happy to have a body that he could independently control, the trouble that followed was that the ubiquitous water element in the air was frantically moving in and out of his body.
Taylor created a body of pure blue metal for him according to the magic mechanical body building method. Due to this special blue metal's ability to guide and resonate the water element, Bobby's body now spontaneously begins to pull the surroundings. The water element in the air moved in and out, making him appear hazy in a mist all the time.
Even the seascape he wanted to see most was covered with a light mist. After he dispersed it, it would slowly gather back.
After dispelling the mist several times in succession, Poppy was too lazy to move. He lay straight on the rocking chair, rocking it from time to time, and dispersing the mist from time to time to see if those fishmen were honest. Mining mineral deposits.
Taylor's guess was indeed correct. Bobby was indeed the most suitable person to sit in the rear and carry out supervision and other tasks. He was not tired and was leisurely. More importantly, this kind of work could only be left to those he trusted the most. People do it.
Having such a person worthy of his trust sitting at the rear will undoubtedly make Taylor more stable.
It took more than a week before Taylor walked out of the tribal chief's coral hut. At this moment, half of his body was soaked in the blue blood of the fish-man. 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. He looked like a fierce demon butcher. appearance.
The fishman craftsman who had just arrived to transport the blue metal was frightened when he saw Taylor dressed in this way. He sprayed feces and urine, causing the surrounding shallows to emit an unpleasant smell.
Smelling an unpleasant smell, Taylor frowned and looked at his own attire. He immediately understood why the other party acted like this. He didn't say much or think too much. He just waved his hand and said a little A tornado rose from the ground and threw the frightened fishman craftsman away.
After taking care of the dirty foreshore, Taylor raised his hands and stretched. Hearing the crackling sound of his bones, he felt a sense of relief in his heart.
"It seems that our great wizard has finally come out..."
Slightly resentful words sounded diagonally behind the setting sun. He turned around and saw a blue figure wrapped in water mist walking slowly towards him. Come.
It was Bobby who just spoke. He looked at Taylor and said in a joking tone: "Look at your outfit, I would have thought you were going to become a butcher."
Taylor lowered his head and looked at himself as if Dressed like a butcher, he couldn't help but shake his head and went back to clean himself up. After changing his clothes, another handsome wizard apprentice full of literary and artistic atmosphere walked out of the hut.
After collecting all the irregular blue metal ores piled at the door of the cabin, Taylor looked at Bobby and asked.
"How much metal ore is left in the mine now?"
"Not much."
Bobby pondered for a moment, and then said: "This mine is not even a small mine. It is enough to have more than 70 kilograms. Now Just mining scraps."
If so, that means this place has no other value.
Since this place has no value, we should change our target.
After killing a few larger sea beasts and throwing their bodies in front of the door of the chief's hut of the small tribe, Taylor left with Bobby.
The soldiers and chiefs who were killed will be killed, but they have worked for them for so long and have not mined enough blue metal, so they still have to pay them the wages they deserve.
He is not a devil either.
.........
Shua!
After a wind blade that was more than 20 meters long and almost solidified split a murloc riding a three-headed snake in half, the shoal under Crete's feet had been completely dyed blue by the murloc's blood.
Around him, powerful constructs were using heavy weapons to completely cut their opponents into pulp, and the puppet army further away had slaughtered the entire tribe's resistance.
Behind Crete, a large number of numb murlocs slowly picked up their mining tools and dug out the blue metal for Crete step by step under the watchful eyes of the puppet army.
As expected of a master and a disciple, both Crete and Taylor dealt with the fishmen in exactly the same way. They first killed the resistance forces, and then enslaved other fishmen to mine resources for them.
Crete even jokingly named this magical metal with good conduction and resonance capabilities of the blue water element.
Tears of the Murloc
Every wizard, whether a first-level wizard or a second-level wizard, has been assigned his own invasion area. Now Crete has led his puppet army to conquer two large nearby tribes and more than 20 small ones. The tribes were all swept away.
In the area he was specifically responsible for, there was only one large murloc tribe left waiting for him to be captured, and this murloc tribe also gathered a large number of murloc fleeing forces.
After dividing a group of puppets to supervise the mining of minerals by the murlocs here, Crete walked towards the last large murloc tribe. He wiped out the entire area he was responsible for in one fell swoop, and then quietly exploited resources.
With this thought in his mind, Crete used the breeze to lift himself up and flew towards the remaining large murloc tribe.
Below him, several construct puppets raised their heavy weapons and rushed towards the direction of the fishman tribe.
Granite puppets, iron puppets and magic machines formed a neat square array, taking heavy steps and quickly gathering towards the fishman tribe.
There seems to be nothing interesting about the fish-men plane. A reader told me about it, so let's fast forward and you can guess the bloodline of the protagonist.
(End of chapter)