Tonatiu inspected the kingdom of Fitz, his undersea kingdom.

In fact, it can't be said to be inspected, at least he didn't go to the sea.

He can breathe under the sea, but he needs to consume faith values ​​all the time. He cannot achieve a spell like a spell caster, so he will survive under the sea.

He also doesn't like the dark seabed.

It is said that it is patrolling the Kingdom under the sea, but in fact it is just to see the current power of the Kingdom of Fitz on the crescent-shaped bay beach.

The fishmen who could go to the beach to receive the gaze of him, the god, were the strongest fish people in the Kingdom of Fitz, in other words, they were all elites.

He looked over at first sight and found that the number was no less than 50,000.

The number Fitz reported to him made him a little surprised.

"There are 85,464 troops here." Fitz said. "About 50,000 are powerful fish warriors, and the rest are hunters, spellcasters and priests. Your Majesty, we are willing to serve you at any time!"

There are actually more than 80,000 strong fishmen. Tonatiu uses the ability of the system to look at it. The level of these fishmen elites is very high compared to that of fishmen.

All are professionals from level 3 to 5!

Don’t think that level 3 to 5 is very low. The ordinary fishmen that Tonatiu have seen, such as the previous Fitz, are only at level 1 to 2!

A normal desert troll, the type of desert troll warrior who used to be malnourished, systematically evaluated the level of only 2 to 4, which means it is worse than these fishman elites.

Now in Zutona's army, the elite troll warriors are generally at the highest level of level 8.

The fish soldiers at level 3 to 5 are already very impressive, and the sailors at Sara are only about level 4 to 6.

It is said that they are already the elite of the human navy...

Most importantly, the fertility and tolerance of fishmen are even more exaggerated than that of humans and trolls.

More than 80,000 elites of this level are just the number of Fitz's quiet development for two years.

If Fitz had given decades of saving and development, the Fishman Kingdom could now create an army of 3 to 5 at the level of million units.

If it weren't for the fishman's difficulty in expeditioning on land, relying on such an army, it would probably be possible to push some of the current troll tribes and human kingdoms.

The fertility rate of the fishman is too terrible. Fitz has developed for two years. With various annexes and wars in the southern part of the Endless Sea, the number of fishman people in his kingdom has exceeded two million, which is exactly 2 million. Even Fitz himself does not know...

A female fishman can produce about 10,000 fishman eggs in her life, and it can produce about 10,000 eggs at a time, and it can produce more than 100 times in her life.

A fishman egg can hatch in about 20 days, and the little fishman matures sexually after three months of growth, and can start giving birth to offspring...

The population of fishmen is simply an explosive exponential growth, and the only thing that restricts their population is the food problem.

It can solve the food problem, and population is not a problem for fishmen.

Relying on 2 million ordinary fishmen of level 0 to 1, plus the radiation of the Tonatiu statue in the bottom of Shanghai, Fitz has accumulated these elite fishmen.

In front of the elite fishman standing on the beach, although the lowest level is Naga, they only have a rare number of one or two thousand, making Eslin feel faceless.

When Tonatiu praised Fitz and comforted the lost Nagas, Eslin didn't feel happy at all.

She was preparing to abandon Neptulon's letter and after seeing the power of Tonatiu and the horror of Fitz, she had already accepted from her heart that Tonatiu was their new master.

Now that the proud Naga Priest is embarrassed in front of the new master, the proud Naga feels uncomfortable, even if the new master doesn't care that they are not as good as the fishman.

But how could the arrogant Naga be allowed to fall behind the fishman?

Eslin began to sincerely plan to develop the clan, allowing Naga to surpass the fishman.

When Tonatiu's happy military parade was over, his undersea forces were ready to leave.

The reluctant Fitz called his master, and he always had a kind of admiration for Tonatiu.

"Master. Where are you going? When will you come back?" Yu Sila said in a pity.

Eslin also looked at Tonatiu.

She didn't speak, but was listening to Tonatiu's answer.

The little fishman grew so big from a small one under his own hands, and he was still his own voter.

Tonatiu also feels like raising a pet for him, similar to Lulu, the difference is that Lulu is almost with him day and night.

"I'm going to go to the east continent and find your mistress." He comforted Fitz softly. "When I come back here, I promise to be the first to come to you."

"Can I accompany my master? I can swim with you." Fitz said eagerly.

Looking at his desire, Tonatiu comforted: "You need you more here. It should be said that Fitz, the master needs you more here."

"I understand." Fitz was reluctant to put away his longing expression, and he became firm again. "I will control all this for you."

"This is a good boy." Tonatiu said with a smile.

Seeing the master smile, the fishman king, who looked like a monster, also smiled happily, but to the Nagas, they looked ugly and cruel.

"How are you going? Going on the human woman's boat? She said she saw the mistress there." Fitz said curiously.

Sarah Prodmore has also seen Modra?

Tonatiu was surprised and thought, how did they get in touch?

"I don't want to take a boat anymore. The boat is too slow, I'm going to let Luru take me over." Tonatiu patted the Demon Dragon, who was one of the largest than Fez next to him.

"Roar~"

Lulu roared at Fitz, with a look of showing off in his big dark eyes, as if he was saying that the master needed it more.

Like a puppy who competes for favor.

"Don't call me." Feiz said to Mie Jinlong without hesitation. "Fez can swim in one breath without stopping. You can't, you need to rest halfway and find an island!"

"Roar~" Lulu was dissatisfied.

Although what Fitz said is true.

Although it should have the ability to cross the endless sea now, it actually requires a lot of food to take a break on the road.

Destroying the dragon is too easy to be hungry.

"Okay." Tonatiu stopped the pet-style quarrel between the two pet-like relatives, and he said with a smile. "I will probably set out tomorrow. I will pass through the Broken Islands and Zandalah. You have never been to these places and may not know. I have some things to do in these places, and it is normal for Lelur to stop."

"Roar~" Lulu roared again, as if saying that the owner was considering it more.

"Oh, okay. May the master be invincible." Fitz ignored Lulu and said silly.

"That's it." Tonatiu said at last, nodding to Eslin as a greeting, jumped onto the back of the Destroyed Dragon and waved at Fitz.

"Roar!" Mie Jinlong roared again, and the sound waves shocked some of the fishmen who were closest to the nearest, and then they proudly flapped their wings and left.

Fitz looked at his master leaving on the ground, and the huge light bulb eyes that were not very beautiful were filled with reluctance.

Tonatiu was the master, God, and the life-saver who saved him from danger. He also had a feeling that the little fish once loved the most, and he gave him the same feeling as his father.

In comparison, the Naga Priest did not have such complicated emotions.

Eslin watched Tonatiu go away, thinking about how to quickly strengthen the strength of the blood-horring Naga.

Behind her.

A Naga Priestess who had been lowering his head only raised his head after Tonatiu left, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.

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