Chapter 898 Conquering the fishmen, connecting with the fog!
Can't get out?
Chen Shen, who had just witnessed some improvement in the external economy of the Tianyuan Territory, could not help but see a fine layer of white sweat on his head.
But then I thought about how after the natural disaster, not many caravans could pass by.
Coupled with the fog that blocked the transmission of electromagnetic waves, he suddenly felt that being sealed was not a big deal?
At least when facing that tough group of dwarves, the territory will have far fewer points to defend than before.
"Don't be anxious yet, Chen Shen. You and your people should quickly calm down the villagers' emotions, try to control the flow of people, and don't let them come into contact with this gray fog. Wait until the disaster information is fully announced."
"Li Hu, arrange for the militia to start patrolling the territory and keep an eye on the movements of our surrounding neighbors."
"Tianmin, get ready to get out of the vehicle. We have to go to the fishman tribe. They don't know yet about the impending disaster."
"Others returned to their posts, followed temporary disaster response arrangements, and waited for the countdown to end."
After coughing, Sumo quickly arranged what he had to do next.
The reason why I have been refusing to go to the Murloc Tribe these days, even when the other party came to invite me several times, I found excuses to shirk it.
All these arrangements are prepared to completely conquer the other party.
The Tianyuan Territory does not need a group of murloc tribe brothers who sit together and sit together, nor does it need friends from the murloc tribe who cooperate closely with each other.
I have witnessed the development of the fishman city in the future wasteland, and the repeated "rebellions" of the fishman tribe.
What Somo really wants is a completely surrendered murloc tribe.
And now, the opportunity has finally come.
The fish-man tribe is about 60 kilometers away from Hope Village in a straight line.
There are mysterious and cold black buildings in the tribe, with their closed doors and windows rattling in the wind.
Light gray and light white mist has occupied the surrounding area, tightly wrapping the entire tribe.
From a distance, the two combinations look like man-eating monsters in all the fog.
Many timid murlocs were so frightened that they fled back inside the building in panic, looking at the outside world in horror, calling out to the Poseidon for blessing.
"Poseidon, this is simply a disaster!"
Standing in the only medical clinic in the fish-man tribe, the high priest Yu Haichao couldn't stop praying.
Wherever he looked, there were already a dozen injured fishmen lying groaning on the hospital bed.
In the heavy fog that had just suddenly arrived, they were pressed down by the sudden surge of gray fog.
If other murlocs hadn't found him in time and pulled him away, many of them would have returned to the sea first.
"High Priest, can you sense what this sudden mist is? Could it be that Lord Poseidon is dissatisfied with the punishment we have imposed?" Yu Chenghai, the leader of the tribe, also rushed over and said worriedly as soon as he entered the door.
The sudden heavy fog made the entire fishman tribe a mess.
Especially the group of small fish people who were learning about human farming outside. Fortunately, they had the courage to trot quickly, otherwise they would have almost been wiped out in this disaster.
Different from the stable deep sea world, since traveling to this desolate new continent, the life of the fishman tribe has become worse day by day, and the food inventory brought by it has also been declining.
As the leader of the clan, Yu Chenghai has now begun to worry about the murloc adventure team sent out to explore the road a few days ago. They took risks to find food sources. Now that the fog is coming, they may be in danger.
"Poseidon, Chief Chenghai, this is not a punishment just for us. This is a natural disaster! It is a reincarnation natural disaster involving the entire world! And I can feel that there are more difficult things, and I am afraid that with this
The fog is coming."
After comforting the injured fishman for a while, High Priest Yu Haichao walked out of the medical center, with confusion written all over his slightly old fish face.
Due to the rules of Advent, he and the clan leader Yu Chenghai cannot leave the tribe and go to the outside world for the time being.
On the first day when the news came, the two of them happily put on their costumes and arranged for the fish people to prepare a welcoming scene, fearing that they would bump into the incarnation of Lord Poseidon in the mortal world.
But the result was cruel. They waited all night and did not wait for any miracle to happen.
And in the next half month, even though they had sent messengers to invite them again and again to explain the situation, they were still unable to receive an audience from Lord Poseidon.
"Is Lord Poseidon dissatisfied that I can't come to see him in person?"
"But."
Yu Haichao himself began to have some doubts.
After traveling to this strange land, the power of the ocean contained in his body has not recovered much yet.
The only remaining ones were all used for divination to find people.
In other words, now he does not have the strength of the high priest in the ocean world at all, he is just an ordinary old fish man.
If we cannot get the guidance of Lord Poseidon, the future fishman tribe will
No, even this sudden disaster is a disaster for the fishman tribe!
"High Priest, I have sent scouts to Hope Village to look for help from Village Chief Chen."
Yu Chenghai, who followed him out of the medical center, glanced at the messy fish-man tribe in the mist and sighed softly.
What surprised him was that the wise high priest in the past was still staring blankly ahead, as if he hadn't heard him.
"High Priest?"
"Don't worry, didn't Village Chief Chen and those humans say that they will always be our fish-men's best friends, and they will definitely help us!"
"Best friend?"
Yu Haichao finally came to his senses, and a faint blue light flashed in the dull fish eyes.
"Yes, didn't Hope Village also say that they would reach a strategic cooperation with our murloc tribe? They would teach us how to farm and teach us murlocs to live on land?"
"It's just because they have received too many immigrants these days that they are too busy to continue communicating with us. After this wave of disasters, we will wait."
Yu Chenghai stopped talking as he spoke.
In front of him, the high priest had fallen into a daze again.
But what was different from before was that his cloudy eyes had become completely clear, and he looked into the distance with faint rays of light.
As the leader of the clan, he knew exactly what he was doing.
Divination!
An ability that can only be used by the high priest of the fishman tribe.
The high priest is checking the results of this fog disaster?
Yu Chenghai was a little unpredictable and could only wait beside him blankly, walking around anxiously.
Time passed slowly, just when he could no longer bear the irritability in his heart.
Yu Haichao finally came out of the divination state, panting heavily and falling back.
If he hadn't been quickly supported by the fishman guard next to him, there might have been one more wounded person in the medical center at the rear.
"Patriarch, patriarch, I saw it, I saw it!"
"High Priest, what did you see?" Looking at the calm fish tide in the past, he was as excited as a young fishman when he first became civilized.
Yu Chenghai quickly stepped forward and leaned down.
"Poseidon. Lord Poseidon is coming soon!"
"What?!"
The unexpected news not only made Yu Chenghai jump up in fright, but the faces of several guards standing next to him also changed drastically.
The current murloc tribe is in chaos, and it would take at least half a day to organize a decent welcoming ceremony.
Once Lord Poseidon arrives, he mistakenly thinks that the fishman tribe is disrespectful.
"Quick, send someone to prepare quickly"
"No, patriarch, it's too late." High Priest Yu Haichao smiled bitterly and was silent for a while.
He looked left and right at the fishmen on the street who were still carrying the wounded into the medical center, and said in a hoarse but still loud voice:
"Chief, Lord Poseidon is going to bring his people to save his people!"
"We must show our own value next, which is completely different from the value of the humans in the village, otherwise Lord Poseidon will not be as kind as the legend."
"We can never forget what methods Lord Poseidon used to bring peace to the world."
Yu Haichao said it very cryptically and did not say it directly.
But as the clan leader, Yu Chenghai couldn't understand what he meant behind his words.
The cold mist cut into his face like a knife. Staring at Yu Haichao's eyes that had returned to cloudiness, Yu Chenghai's Adam's apple moved and he felt as if his neck was frozen.
After a long while, he nodded heavily.
".High Priest, I understand."
On one side are the tribesmen, on the other side are the people.
Everything Yu Haichao wants to convey is most vividly reflected in these different names.
Not sure what the high priest had just seen, Yu Chenghai stood up and after thinking about it, he quickly accepted the change in mentality.
If Lord Poseidon had not returned, they would still be able to maintain a cooperative relationship with those humans.
Then after his return, the fishman tribe should probably realize early on that the relationship between the two is different.
"Help me go to the gate of the tribe. Lord Poseidon should really want to know what consequences this heavy fog will bring."
"Organization. Forget it, whether our murloc tribe can take root depends entirely on our next performance!"
The high priest struggled to stand up and straightened out the dirty old robe he was wearing.
If it were before, he might have been worried that Lord Poseidon would be displeased by all this filthiness.
But just from the startling glimpse during the divination, he suddenly understood a lot.
And when the group of people staggered to the gate of the tribe, they happened to see the Neng car driving leisurely in the distance.
In the heavy fog, the route the car takes is very strange, and it is necessary to avoid the thick gray fog ahead from time to time.
As the forest neared, and as the gray fog increased, the people sitting in the car simply got out.
For just a moment, when they saw the man coming out of the back door, all the fishmen felt that the blood flow in their bodies seemed to have slowed down a bit.
As he stepped closer, an invisible pressure came, which even made Yu Haichao and Yu Chenghai somewhat breathless.
"Supreme Poseidon, your people follow your oracle and are willing to open up the world for you!"
When the distance was close, the high priest shouted loudly and bowed his head neatly.
The fishmen next to him also followed suit and fell to the ground one after another, pressing their wrinkled fish heads tightly to the ground.
Somo had seen this scene several times in his sleep, so it was not surprising at this time.
"Get up, Haichao, in this broken world, we don't need such complicated etiquette."
"In addition, I am not the real Poseidon yet, you just need to call me Lord."
The fish-man on the ground trembled slightly.
The respect on Yu Haichao's face couldn't help but become even more respectful.
He has never doubted Lord Poseidon's identity, but he can call out his name which he has never revealed to the public.
"Lord Sea Lord, your people will always obey your instructions."
"Lord, we will always be loyal to you."
Is this attitude not bad?
The expression on Somo's face was indifferent, but in his heart he felt a little fond of the high priest and clan leader in front of him.
In the future wasteland, whether it is the high priest Yu Haichao or the first generation clan leader Yu Chenghai.
Neither of them could hold on until he arrived, so they ended their short lives and returned to the embrace of the sea.
But there is no doubt that, just looking at the preserved information, both of them can be regarded as full-fledged relatives.
During the four years of Yu Chenghai's reign, the relationship between the fishmen and humans has always been close, and they have collaborated on countless projects.
It wasn't until he died in an accident that the fishmen discovered the fact of the burning and caused a huge chaos.
High Priest Yu Haichao lives in seclusion and never uses his own power to interfere in anything, and he also tries his best to restrain the fishman wizards from causing trouble.
It was also after his death that the fishman wizard gradually lost control and began to use extraordinary powers to do evil.
Before coming, Sumo also imagined several ways to conquer the other party.
Now it seems that these methods should be useless.
But given the power the opponent possesses, it is still necessary to beat and beat.
"Just now I felt someone spying on me with the power of the ocean, couldn't it be you?"
"Lord, Haichao was checking the source of this fog and accidentally saw you coming. Please forgive Haichao for snooping."
The high priest who had just gotten up was so frightened that he wanted to continue kneeling down, but was held back by Su Deben, who had quick eyes and quick hands.
"The lord doesn't like to kneel down and worship. You are his subjects and you don't need these meaningless formalities."
Sumo nodded accordingly.
"The reason why I summoned you is not only because you are loyal to me, but also because you are smarter than other fishmen."
"Yu Chenghai, you have received a complete set of education set up by me, so you should know what I am referring to."
"Chenghai understands that Lord Poseidon wants me to come and deal with the trouble. He does not need a group of obedient slaves to flatter him." The clan leader Yu Chenghai replied with a rich voice.
The burly fish-man clan leader who was still in his prime was obviously flattered by Lord Poseidon's sudden mention of him.
Fortunately, Yu Haichao had been vaccinated before, so he could speak the complete words according to the excitement in his heart.
Seeing his appearance, Sumo struck while the iron was hot and continued.
"Your appearance may be a little different from humans, but don't worry. Whether it's the deep sea world or the wasteland world, as long as you can come here, you are all my people, and I will treat them equally.
You can still maintain some of the habits of the fish people, and I will assign them to respect your habits."
"But on the other hand, your tasks are different from theirs. Most of the time I need you, my loyal fish-men warriors, to carry out some more difficult tasks."
"There may be sacrifices, it may be painful, but I can guarantee that you will grow quickly."
"When I summon more tribes, the Tut fishman tribe may become the deep-sea royal family of this world."
If the first summons were to randomly encounter those powerful and unruly tribes in the deep sea, Somo might still have a headache and think about how to better trick them into working for him.
But the fish-man that randomly arrived was not the most powerful head group in the fish-man tribe, so it would be much simpler.
Sticks and carrots are always the best management method, especially for these "loyal" fishmen.
Just give them an expectation, a promise, and a hope.
Relying on their exaggerated execution ability and hard-working character, these fishmen are very likely to become the most stable basic structure of the territory.
"By the way, High Priest, you just said you were looking at the source of the fog. What did you see?"
Yu Haichao was stunned and nodded quickly.
"Reporting back to the lord, I saw the connection. The mist will connect many strange things and they will appear in places where we cannot pass!"
Pointing to the large cloud of gray mist not far from the entrance of the tribe, the old fishman tribe's high priest tried hard to recall the scene he had seen in a hurry:
