Upon hearing this, Amos raised his head and found that the sea in front was dyed with an abnormal light red color.

Blood?!

The two white dragons flapped their wings, left the fishermen's army, and flew towards the strange sea area. The white dragon smelled a bloody smell from a distance, and it was confirmed that the red-colored waves were blood.

The white dragon descends to the flying height and observes carefully close to the sea.

Felicia sniffed through her nose: "This smell! Fishman?!"

Amos looked solemn and said, "The blood is mixed with a faint fishy smell, yes! It's a fishman!"

Felicia took a breath: "Can such a large area of ​​sea be dyed red! How many fishmen will die!"

The two white dragons raised their heads and looked up. The water ahead was dyed red with blood. The faint blood-colored waves could not see the end at first sight, exuding a bloody smell, indescribable weirdness and terror. The timid people would definitely not sleep at night when they saw this scene.

Amos closed his eyes, as if he heard the sorrow of the dead, they were crying for the executioner's atrocities.

Who? Kill them!

Al Blood Wave?

Faced with such a scene, Amos thought of the name of this legend, but soon, it overturned its speculation. Even with the strength of the Al Blood Wave legend, it could not do so, and slaughtered so many fishmen in the sea.

Although the legendary melee professional has outstanding combat power, he is exhausted when he does not escape, only 50,000 fishmen can drown him or die of exhaustion.

Besides, why should the fishman fight with him to the death? If he can't win, he won't dive and run away!

As far as Amos knows, the only nearby who has the strength to do this is probably the only sea giant tribe that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years.

But why do they do this? Are they just worried that the fishman will reveal their whereabouts?

Amos is not a god, so I can't guess it.

But Amos had a premonition that this trip to Black Water would probably have nothing to gain, but it was already here, so there was no reason to let go halfway.

After a while, Lao Zayan waited for the fishmen army to come. The fish people were more sensitive to the blood of their compatriots than the white dragon.

"This! This is!"

The fish people whispered and the army started to stir.

The White Dragon Lord slowly took off: "Silent!"

When the fish people heard the voice of the White Dragon Lord, they suddenly looked up at the White Dragon in the sky.

Amos pointed at the sea of ​​blood: "Although, I don't know what's going on! But we can't retreat because of this. The whole team is vigilant and continue to move forward."

The fish people carried out the master's orders meticulously, and the horn of the march sounded again.

The fish people drove their mounts into the sea of ​​blood. The mounts and battle pets felt the bloody smell and became very excited. The fish people quickly comforted them.

Soon, under the comfort of the fishman tide hunter, the battle pet calmed down again, and the team moved forward silently in the sea of ​​blood.

Amos withdraws from the state of contemplation and breaks the calm with his words.

"I'm blind! Send scouts to check whether the fishman tribe recorded around me is still there."

"yes!"

The White Dragon Lord's orders were passed down layer by layer, and one after another, some fishmen rode the fastest swordfish, left the team to perform tasks, and some fishmen kept returning.

Along the way, the feedback from the scouts made Amos more solemn. The fishman tribe originally recorded in the White Fort exploration map, all the fish were gone.

Amos looked at the sea of ​​blood below, and these missing fishmen were probably in danger.

...

In the evening, the setting sun on the horizon was like blood, illuminating the sea of ​​blood more red, and the army of Baisili City drew a lonely mark on the sea of ​​blood.

The white dragon in the sky looked around, but found no seabirds or fish, as if these natural elves also felt the strange atmosphere and hid.

After several hours of long journey, the Bailin City army was finally about to arrive at the Hei Shui tribe.

Now, the Black Water Tribe has appeared at the end of the White Dragon's vision. Amos and Felicia can't wait to leave the team and fly to the Black Water Tribe to find the answer.

In the sky, Amos was silent when he saw the tragic situation in the Blackwater tribe.

Compared to the White Scale City dominated by the White Dragon Lord's will, the Black Water Tribe is more like a traditional fishman city.

This large settlement of fishman is built in the shallow area. The fish craftsmen built dense thatched fishman huts of varying sizes on the sea water with logs as the foundation. Hemp ropes are tied to the eaves of the hut, and conchs, shells and other decorations are hung on the hemp ropes. Under the blowing of the sea breeze, it makes a crisp sound like a wind chime.

But the originally pleasant and crisp sound is like a ghost's complaint in this case.

The Blackwater tribe is filled with dense fish-man corpses, and the corpses are distributed in a circular shape. The higher the corpses go to the center, the higher the corpses are piled up. The most central part is not even across the roof. Blood flows out from the wounds of at least 200,000 corpses, mixing with sea water to form viscous plasma, and spreading continuously to the surrounding waters.

Felicia flew around the pile of corpses, her tone was low: "There are altars and divine powers in the center, this is a prepared sacrifice!"

Only then did Amos discover that there was a broken altar at the center of the pile of corpses. The sacrificer was in a hurry and only destroyed the altar that had lost its value, and did not even cover up the footprints around the altar, or were too lazy to hide it.

Felicia: "It's the sea giant!"

Amos nodded silently and landed on the edge of the Blackwater tribe to observe the corpse.

"The death time is no more than three days. It took almost a day and a half for the sea giant to rush to Baiscad City and the time we were rushing to travel. It seems that when we found that the statue was kidnapped by you, the sea giant had already begun to prepare for this sacrifice."

The White Dragon Lord felt it was very difficult, the enemy was more decisive and cruel than he imagined!

After waiting for a while, the fishman army arrived.

"I'm always blind! I'll find out if there are any clues."

Even though he knew that the hope was slim, Amos still couldn't help but try to see if the enemy had any secrets and left any valuable clues.

Felicia added: "If there is no clue, take away valuable items, and we cannot come in vain."

"yes!"

The old blind man quickly reacted and waved to the shocked army of fishmen: "Search everything is abnormal!"

Soon, the fishman army scattered, and Lao Wuyan took some of his hands to jump over the pile of corpses and ran towards the center of the Hei Shui tribe. The fishman hut in that area was much larger than those in other places, and he could tell at a glance that it was the residence of the Hei Shui powerful people.

After a while, Lao Wuyan came back, holding a shell in his hand, which contained a magic pearl. Lao Wuyan had no words and handed over the pearl and stood aside.

Amos looked up at the dim sky: "Let's go! This is beyond our ability."

The old blind man was about to call the fishman to retreat, but suddenly, the battle pets on the periphery were turbulent and immediately calmed down.

Amos flew into the sky in an instant: "Who!"

A black-scaled fishman appeared in the battle pet group. The fishman took the initiative to float to the sea and stroked his chest with one hand: "The night watchman in the White Scale City - Feisie Dark Scale, I have seen the master!"
Chapter completed!