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

He looks calm on the surface, but in fact he uses his huge fish-man eyes to observe the surroundings carefully.

Although there are many murlocs in the murloc town, the facilities are very simple.

 The houses where the fishmen live are mostly 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 methods between building structures are usually tied with seaweed.

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

 The overall level of construction processing is very low, but it is slightly better than that of primitive tribes.

 Look, despite being so backward, from a military point of view, these are solid and durable defense facilities.

 Fighting in sea water is between land combat and air combat, and the combat environment is relatively complex. The enemy can swim and float above the head for a long 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 route.

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

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

 Fighting here, the murlocs have great geographical advantages.

Each murloc town is fairly easy to defend and difficult to attack.

"Currently, there are thousands of members of the Justice Pirates, but they can'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 there is no way they can

Go deep into the ocean floor and 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 on how to effectively capture a fishman village under the sea.

 Zong Ge’s suggestion is to raid with elite troops.

Send an elite team of extraordinary beings composed of bronze, black iron, and silver, and with the help of magic, temporarily possess underwater combat capabilities. Then conduct a surprise attack, charge in a short time, break through the murloc defenses, and quickly kill the murloc leaders and others.

Beheading, causing the fish people to lose morale, and finally take advantage of the victory to pursue and kill.

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

 First, you must hide your own troops before the raid. If the intelligence is leaked and the murlocs move early, it will be bad.

 The humans cannot catch up even if they want to. When swimming underwater, they are not as good as the murlocs. This is an innate difference between different races.

  If the murlocs just run away, it will be almost difficult to recover the cost invested in the war. The murloc villages and towns are very simple and have very 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 have a time limit. If the murlocs choose to attack when the spell time limit is about to expire, the human troops will inevitably

Falling into danger.

 Second, if the murlocs do not have time to escape and fight stubbornly, the human team should try to avoid confrontation with these murlocs if the surprise attack and beheading fails.

 Because if this continues, the human troops will lose more extraordinary people, while the murlocs will lose more and 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, the risk of war is too high!

 So, 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 the wise fish-man man. Without his bloodline, I would not 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 automatically separated a road, and an old fish man shaman came out.

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

At first glance, the fishman boy 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 the fishmen are not obvious. Although there are males and females, it is difficult for outsiders to distinguish them. The same is true for the fishman boy.

 “Everyone stand still!” the old fishman, the leader of the caravan, roared.

 The caravan members stood together.

 The old fish man is 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.

A 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 am 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 show 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, and the caravan leader, the old fishman, 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 these words, the other fishmen immediately relaxed a little.

 But the old caravan man had a new idea.

 He took the young man and arranged his residence, then secretly called his disciples.

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

“Sauerkraut.” The old fish man from the caravan patted his apprentice Sauerkraut’s strong back, “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, so he warned: "Be careful with his scimitar, it can kill two iron bats at once. He is not that easy to deal with."

 “Yes, Master!”

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

 So, 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. No other fish-man fighter in the town is my opponent. 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 fishman boy agreed immediately.

This kind of temptation was something he expected.

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

 Without martial arts, there is no way to survive.

 Sauerkraut has nothing wrong with challenging Ben Bo, who is also at the Black Iron level. In fact, if he didn't challenge, other fishmen would already be eager to try.

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

 As soon as the news of his official challenge to Ben Bo spread, 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 surrounding murlocs all stared at him and moved out of the way.

 “He just runs around?”

“You are so young, you are a black iron? As expected, he is as talented as pickled cabbage!”

“Sauerkraut is of the bloodline of the Manyu tribe. He looks like a brown man. 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 fishman boy passed through the crowd and arrived at 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 his two knives with each other, making a loud banging sound.
To be continued...