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"So, your tribe still has two high-level magic stones and dozens of intermediate magic stones?" Richard was overjoyed when he heard the news, but to be on the safe side, he confirmed it again.
"Yes, master. But the high-level magic stones and intermediate magic stones are now kept by Dib. Although I am not sure of the exact storage location, it should be in Dib's own stilt house or in the sacrificial hall." Fingate replied respectfully.
Richard clenched his hands tightly, feeling excited. It seemed that there was great hope for him to return.
Now that Fingart has surrendered, as long as he can find a way to kill Dib, he can naturally push Fingart to the top and take control of the entire murloc tribe. He can then easily get the high-level and intermediate magic stones he wants.
"Master, there is one more piece of information that I think you should know. The black tide that occurs once a month in the Grey Fern Wilderness is about to come. Now the tribe cannot gather enough blood food, and it is very likely that we will not be able to get the protection of Kumera, the three-headed snake god in the Dark Water Lake. At that time, the tribe may be directly destroyed by the black tide." Fingate said worriedly.
"Black Tide?" Richard was stunned after hearing this.
He immediately asked Fingart to explain what the black tide was.
Soon, Richard's face turned pale, and he finally understood what Kuroshio meant. He almost lost himself in killing monsters in the wild because of the lack of information.
If the black tide comes, there is a high probability that I will die without a burial place.
Black Tide is the abbreviation of Dark Beast Tide. In a specific period of time, a large number of monsters will surge out from the depths of the Gray Fern Wilderness and attack the surroundings. If a force does not have the strength above that of a formal wizard, it is impossible for it to survive the Black Tide.
The murloc tribe has always relied on worshiping the three-headed snake god Kumera to gain the protection of this monster.
When the black tide hits the murloc tribe, it will be affected by the aura of the three-headed snake god Kumera and automatically avoid the murloc tribe that is protected by the aura of the three-headed snake god Kumera.
But the prerequisite is that the monthly blood sacrifice must satisfy the three-headed snake god Kumera, otherwise, the three-headed snake god Kumera will become angry and even eat the merman directly.
This has happened before. A small tribe did not supply enough blood food, and as a result, the three-headed snake god Kumera directly ate the entire tribe.
After listening to Fingart's description, Richard paced back and forth, thinking about this question. Isn't this three-headed snake equivalent to the Dark Water Lake version of Cthulhu?
Now, he is not yet able to resist the black tide, let alone fight against the three-headed snake god Kumera.
It seems that I must speed up the progress. According to Fingart's judgment, the black tide will last about seven or eight days.
In this case, today or tomorrow, we should find a way to kill Dib, quickly push Fingart to the top, and then summon the murloc hunting team. With his help, we can hunt enough blood food on time and sacrifice it to the three-headed snake god Kumera, so that the murloc tribe can get its protection in the black tide.
According to Fingart's description, although the specific strength of the monster, the three-headed snake god Kumera, is unknown, it is definitely an existence that surpasses the first-level wizard. At the same time, it is also the overlord of the entire vast Dark Water Lake.
More than a dozen tribes of all sizes that rely on the Dark Water Lake for survival are required to prepare tributes and sacrifices to Kumera every month.
According to Richard's estimation, the three-headed snake god Kumera should be at least a monster equivalent to a level one peak wizard, or even a level two wizard. It is totally beyond Richard's ability to contend with at the moment. Therefore, he can only follow the original practice of the fishman tribe and prepare tributes that will satisfy them for sacrifice.
At this moment, the Soul-Eating Demon Spider was sucking the souls of the fish-man warriors one by one. The souls of ordinary warriors, when fed back to Richard, were just pure mental power as thick as a hair, and the soul energy that could improve qualifications was so little that it could be almost ignored.
To Richard, it felt like smoking a cigarette.
But after smoking dozens of cigarettes, the accumulation of little by little, the feeling is still very good.
When the Soul-Eating Demon Spider began to devour the soul of the dual-bladed fishman warrior, the feedback became much stronger. A wisp of mental power as thick as a ring finger, mixed with a trace of soul energy, was fed back into Richard's sea of consciousness, making Richard feel a little ecstatic again.
Finally, when the Soul-Eating Spider began to devour the soul of the high-level fish-man warrior named Gru, it gave Richard a mental force the size of a thumb, plus a wisp of soul energy, which immediately made Richard close his eyes in comfort.
Richard felt as if his entire body and every part of his body were immersed in a nutrient solution, constantly receiving nourishment.
After a long time, Richard called up the panel and checked the properties.
[Attributes]: Strength 4.6, Agility 4.8, Constitution 4.5, Spirit 14.5.
Richard's mental strength has been growing at an ultra-high speed in the past few days, and has now reached 14.5 standard units. This is mainly due to the master-level Rodrigo meditation method and the feedback from the Soul-Eating Demon Spider after these battles.
Every time, in addition to the large amount of mental power that the Soul-Eating Demon Spider fed back, what Richard valued most was the trace of pure soul energy mixed in it.
Through my own experience, I feel that this trace of pure soul energy is the key to improving the wizard's qualifications as stated in the legend.
Although the amount each time is extremely small, if accurately measured, it may only be a percentile improvement in a decimal place, but a little bit of progress adds up to a mountain, ten times, it is a decimal-level improvement, and after a hundred times, the improvement in Richard's wizarding qualifications can be close to single digits.
Therefore, Richard had reason to believe that even if he drank the red shock potion handed down from ancient times, the speed of improvement might not be as fast as his current speed!
According to the current momentum, in seven or eight days, the total amount of my mental power might be close to the limit of twenty points. As long as I cross it, I will have stepped into the threshold of a third-level wizard apprentice.
Because the school's assessment requirements for third-level wizard apprentices are four mastery levels of zero-level witchcraft, plus a total amount of mental power exceeding twenty standard units.
Richard had already achieved the requirement of mastering four level zero witchcrafts, including the grandmaster level summoning skeletons, grandmaster level dark element shield, master level grip of shadows and master level slowness, not counting the auxiliary level zero witchcraft of spirit guidance.
Thinking of this, a slight smile appeared on Richard's lips.
From this perspective, if I can successfully return to the school this time, I can not only directly participate in the second-level wizard apprentice promotion assessment, but if I want, I can also continue to participate in the third-level wizard apprentice promotion assessment!
Pulling his thoughts back, Richard glanced at Fingart, only to see that this fishman prophet's disciple was looking at him anxiously, waiting for his decision.
Richard smiled and said, "Since we still need to hunt for blood food, the warriors of the tribe are very valuable. So, it's best for us to let Dib disappear alone, don't you think, Fingart?"
"Wise master, your decision is so wise!" Fingate's fish eyes lit up and he quickly agreed.
This was actually what he thought in his heart. After all, the stronger the tribe was, the more interesting it would be for him to be the future supreme leader of the tribe.
If his own murloc tribe was completely killed by its current master, there would be no point in being a prophet of the tribe left alone.
"If we successfully kill Dib, can you control the remaining three high-level murloc warriors, Fingart?" Richard glanced at his murloc servant and said.
As the first servant under his command, if he could push him to the position of prophet of the merman tribe, it would not only bring great benefits to Richard himself, but also make his servant loyal to him and work for him wholeheartedly in the future. Why not do it?
"Absolutely no problem. As long as Dib dies, I will be the most senior person in the tribe." Fingart's face lit up and he bowed to assure her, "And with your help, I believe the tribe will have no problem collecting enough blood food for this month."
"Fingate, when you go back this time, you must bring back the huge corpse of the octopus, like this and that." After a brief plan, Richard told Fengate in detail how to implement the plan.
Generally speaking, Richard will let the Soul-Eating Spider possess the body of the senior murloc warrior Gru, and help Fingart to drag the huge carapace octopus corpse back to the murloc tribe.
Although all the ordinary murloc warriors were lost, the harvest of large monsters such as the shell-back octopus basically offsets the loss. However, Dib will definitely seize the opportunity to attack Fingart, and then
in the afternoon.
The fishman tribe.
Inside a spacious stilt house.
All the high-ranking officials of the Blind Murloc tribe are here.
"Fingate, although you have successfully found out the reason for the disappearance of the previous fishman team this time, and also killed the large monster such as the shell-back octopus, the tribesmen you brought were wiped out. You have an unshirkable responsibility for this!" Dib scolded with a sad face.
"Dieter, this time it's the octopus with a shell." Fingart's face flushed and he was about to explain.
"Shut up! Ever since the teacher led a large number of elite members of the tribe and followed the night elves to the surface, there has been no news returned. Now every warrior in the tribe is our most precious resource." Seeing that Fingart was about to refute, Dib interrupted him immediately.
In fact, although Dibu looked extremely sad, as if he was heartbroken for the dead tribal warriors, he was actually very happy in his heart, and secretly thought: "Now that we have the corpse of the octopus, the lack of blood food for the tribe will basically be solved.
But Fingart made such a fatal mistake and was caught by himself.
Now, he no longer has the possibility to compete with me for the position of tribal prophet.
It can be said that my current situation is very good! "
At this moment, Dib noticed that Gru, his trusted confidant who had been silent since he came back and was standing next to him, slowly walked forward, as if he had something important to report to him.
"Gru, what's the matter?" Before this, Dib specially arranged for his confidant Gru to accompany him, with the purpose of keeping an eye on Fingart at all times to prevent him from making any great achievements.
"Puchi!" Dib never expected that the answer he was waiting for would be a fatal blow from his own confidant.
Gru was holding a sharp fishbone dagger and pierced Dib's chest directly, and that place was exactly where the fishman's heart was.
"stop!"
"Gru, are you crazy?"
A group of fishmen high-ranking officials quickly surrounded them and shouted loudly.
Dib stared at Gru with his bulging eyes, who had a calm expression, with an unbelievable look in his eyes. He said incoherently: "Why...why..."
Dib vomited a lot of blood, and he didn't finish his questioning. He just dropped his head and died!
A top fighter of the fishman tribe, equivalent to a third-level human wizard apprentice, died just like that.
Before Dib died, he couldn't understand why his confidant Gru suddenly wanted to assassinate him without any sign!
"Gru, what are you doing, you traitor!" Fingart pretended to be shocked and angry, and immediately cast a zero-level spell, water arrow.
Suddenly, a thick water arrow pierced through the chest of Gru, who was controlled by the Soul-Eating Spider, at high speed.
Gru was "killed" immediately!
Now, after a period of confusion, all the fishmen leaders in the stilt house unanimously elected Fingart as the only candidate for the tribe's prophet and took office immediately.
Following Richard's instructions, Fingart placed Dib's body and Gru's body in the same stilt house and sent his trusted men to guard outside the door.
The Soul-Eating Spider slowly crawled out of Gru's mouth and entered Dib's body.
And Richard, who was standing next to the camp, felt like he was floating in ecstasy again at this moment!
After the Soul-Eating Spider devoured Dib, the soul equivalent to a third-level human wizard apprentice, it fed back to Richard an extremely pure mental power, accompanied by several strands of pure soul energy. The effect was no less than that of the Brain-Eating Monster.
Also transmitted were fragments of memories of Dib's experiences during his lifetime, many of which interested Richard very much.
After a long time, Richard couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
That night.
At the entrance of the murloc tribe camp.
Fingart was waiting anxiously at the door with several trusted murlocs.
According to Richard's previous arrangement, after Fingart took control of the entire merman tribe, Richard would enter the merman tribe that night.
After a while, a man in a black robe whose face was hidden by a hood was invited into the camp of the fishman tribe with extreme respect by Fingate.
In the luxurious stilt house exclusively for the prophet, Fingate said respectfully: "Master, according to your plan, I have now successfully served as the prophet of the tribe. Here are the high-level magic stones you requested, a total of two, and forty-two intermediate magic stones."
Fingart bent over and presented Richard with a black box.
"Well done, Fingart." Richard took the black box and was very happy.
After looking at the high-level magic stones and putting them away carefully, Richard took out twenty intermediate magic stones and returned the remaining intermediate magic stones and the black box to Fingart.
In the surprised eyes of Fingart, Richard said slowly: "Fingart, I will not exhaust all the resources. As the prophet of the blind fishman tribe, you often need to use intermediate magic stones. Moreover, some large transactions also require magic stones. If you give them all to me, it will make other members of your tribe dissatisfied or even suspicious."
(End of this chapter)
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