"Just you?" Hutao didn't believe it, so he pulled out a dagger and handed it to the shaman, "Go ahead and attack! Let me see your courage!"
"Well, I'm a shaman, not a warrior." The shaman's face suddenly turned red, "We rely on wisdom, not brute force."
"What?" Hutao jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "Are you despising me?"
"Little princess, I don't dare!"
The shaman heard Jackson call Walnut that way and immediately borrowed it. It immediately lay on the ground and kissed Walnut's boots.
"Oops!" Hutao was startled, took a few steps back, and looked at Downton not knowing what to do.
"I will consider your loyalty and let you come out this time just to see my strength!" After Downton finished speaking, he stopped caring about the shaman and said, "Homer, please persuade me to surrender and let them bring the treasure up!"
Homer used the common language of the sea tribe, but unfortunately the fish people did not respond, but he was not stupid. He listened to the fish people's whispers and found their indigenous language.
As an ancient magic book, Homer still has this reserve of knowledge, but the fish people are shocked. You must know that as a small tribe, even the indigenous tribes who have lived together for more than ten years do not understand them yet.
The language of communication relies entirely on gestures.
The fish people's answer was simple, refuse. No one would give away the treasure of the entire tribe just because of a few threats before witnessing the bloodshed with their own eyes.
A middle-aged fish-man with more than a dozen brightly colored feathers on his head walked out from the fish-men warriors and yelled at Downton.
"What does it say?" Downton pinched his earlobe.
"It tells us to leave, otherwise we will be cursed by the goddess of the lake and die in pain!" Homer smiled, "There is actually a goddess in such a small lake. Their vision is really shallow."
"Quasimodo, attack!" Downton didn't want to talk nonsense anymore. It didn't even take five minutes to bulldoze this small tribe.
The haters gathered together, and when they gathered together, their tall figures were full of visual oppression.
The murloc warriors climbed up the sentry tower and crowded on the fence wall, showing their will to resist desperately. However, after seeing Abomination taking long strides and sprinting, their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.
Like a series of chariots, Abomination forcibly rolled over them. If the ground was not soft and made it difficult for them to exert force, they would rush faster, but the current speed is enough.
Some timid fishmen couldn't bear the pressure and jumped off the wall.
The middle-aged fishman with feathers yelled, asking the tribesmen to calm down, then waved the wooden staff in his hand, and a bolt of lightning formed and shot towards Downton.
This guy is not stupid. He knows that Downton is the leader, so he gives up on Quasimodo and attacks him.
The liquid mass appeared above Downton's head, and after catching the lightning, it was reflected directly and hit the shaman's magic shield.
Downton, who didn't have a single hair injured, was surprised. "There is a shaman in such a small tribe? I thought he was a clan leader?"
"Do you need me to take action?" Celes clenched her staff and asked for a fight. Generally speaking, the magic system should be dealt with by the magic system.
"What I want is tribute, not dead bodies everywhere." Downton rolled his eyes. Even the ogre's fortress couldn't stop Celes' magic, let alone such a broken tribe. Once the Death Banshee takes action, it will inevitably
Blood everywhere.
"Master, let me deal with him!"
The shaman performed a healing procedure on his broken leg, then walked over holding a branch with a look on his face.
"Do you think it's still necessary?"
Downton pointed at the tribe.
Those fences couldn't stop Quasimodo for even a second. It didn't even wave its fist, and slammed through it.
boom!
The fence collapsed with a crash, and the mud flew into the air. The murlocs' arrows and spears stabbed it, not even a single scratch was left on it.
Quasimodo crushed a murloc with his foot, grabbed the broken fence and used it as a weapon, and swung it at the murloc.
In an instant, everyone's sight was filled with the figures of the stumbling fishmen, and screams rose.
The shaman left lamely and lonely. The master's strength was so terrifying.
"Start gently and capture the chief and shaman first."
Before Downton finished speaking, the abominations knocked down the sentry tower one after another, grabbed the fish-men and wielded them like human maces, or they would smash them out directly.
Whoops, the fish-man hit the tree trunk and instantly fell into a ball of rotten flesh.
The legs of the shaman prisoner trembled. It was a crushing crushing force. In front of the first heavy infantry of the Western Continent, those strong murloc warriors were more fragile than ants.
As soon as they met, the murlocs collapsed. They wanted to escape, but unfortunately the ghouls were hanging around outside, not to mention the help of Celes.
"Persuade us to surrender!"
Downton proposed again.
Without any nonsense, the murlocs were all disarmed, squatting together like sheep, surrounded by abominations.
The middle-aged shaman was dragged out.
"Where is your clan leader?"
"Fight to death!"
Because Homer was there, communication between the two parties was not a problem. Downton was stunned for a moment, and then found a relatively burly fish-man corpse under a sentry tower.
This so-called most powerful warrior in the fish-men tribe was trampled to death by that abomination, and his death was even more humble than a maggot.
"I am satisfied with your most precious treasure. I can spare your life!" Downton looked at the shaman and felt that the guy with the smiling face was very courageous.
Soon, at the call of the shaman, the fish people piled dried fish and some smoked mushrooms that Downton couldn't name in front of him.
"What is this? I don't collect rags?"
Downton was shocked and picked up a mushroom. There was a strange smell on it, which made him frown.
“Food, delicious!”
Shaman's groveling explanation.
"I, Di Polo, don't worry if I don't have gold, why are you trying to fool me with a bunch of smelly dried fish?" If he hadn't thought the shaman's face was too dirty, Downton would have slapped him with a big-eared scraper.
"Downton, you may have misunderstood it. For these indigenous tribes, food is indeed the most valuable thing." Homer felt that he had miscalculated, "Such a small tribe probably can't save anything good, right?"
"How many years have you lived here?" Downton took a piece of flour and handed it to the middle-aged shaman.
"More than two hundred years ago!" The shaman took it with fear and took a careful bite. He was conquered by the delicious food in his hand and devoured it hungrily.
The fishman next to him looked at it with greedy eyes, swallowing his saliva in big mouths.
"It tastes better with some honey!"
Downton looked pleasant, and the middle-aged shaman relaxed, but the next second, a military boot kicked hard on his knee, causing it to scream and fall back to the ground.
"After more than two hundred years, I don't believe that your tribe can't save even one or two treasures?" Downton was annoyed and threatened the shaman, "Do you think I'm a fool?"
"Really not!" the shaman begged.
"Well, since you can't pay the ransom, then let's all die." Downton began to show off his acting skills and spat with disdain, "I will nail the corpses of all the fishmen in your tribe to death.
On the tree trunk, I will let you know the consequences of offending me."
The murlocs were in a panic. Some of them were impatient and yelled to resist, but as soon as they got up, they were kicked to death by Hate, so the rest became honest again.
"I thought about it, the patriarch has a box with East Lake beads in it!"
The middle-aged shaman's face was covered in Niagara Falls sweat, and his expression was almost covered in sweat. He planned to keep these things for himself after Downton left. Now it seems there is no hope.
"What the hell?" Downton was puzzled.
"A century-old precious lake bead that can improve the user's magic affinity. Taking it at the soul level can advance to the first level." Homer was happy, "It's a good thing, one is worth about one million gold coins.
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"Why are you dazed? Go get it quickly!" Downton kicked the middle-aged shaman, and a curve escaped from the corner of his mouth. "The rotten ship still has three pounds of nails. This attack wasted no time."
It turns out that the broken ship of the fishman tribe is richer than Downton thought.
The middle-aged shaman handed over a box made of large lake clams, and Downton opened it. He found that there were ten blue lake beads inside, each one the size of a fingernail, like stars falling from the sky.
"Why doesn't that clan leader use them to increase his strength?"
Downton picked up a lake bead and looked at it carefully.
"Only when you eat it for the first time will you advance to the next level. After that, due to the repulsion, it only has the effect of increasing the affinity for magic energy."
Homer explained, "Yes, you and Celes can move up to another level."
"What other good things are there? Hand them all over!"
Downton was overjoyed to have harvested an additional lake pearl worth 10 million gold coins, but he still put on a ferocious expression and threatened the middle-aged shaman.
"There really isn't any more."
The shaman confessed with a bitter look on his face that it really didn't lie because it thought of a problem. Even if it didn't tell it, the patriarch's wife and children would still tell it in order to save their lives. He would definitely be executed by then, so he might as well give the treasure away
Dedicated to this human being.
He is a shaman. As long as the humans are gone, this tribe will still be his. With the power in hand, it will be easy to get anything he wants.
"Very good, I like your attitude." Downton waved his hand, "Let go of those fishmen. By the way, you can tell me what supplies you need!"
"Ah?" The shaman still didn't understand what Downton meant.
"I said you can tell me what you want." Downton coughed, "But if you have any lake beads in the future, keep them all for me."
"Bread!" The shaman said subconsciously after reminiscing about the deliciousness of the bread, but he quickly changed his mind and said, "Weapons, we need weapons."
The shaman stared at the saber on Downton's waist and the armor on the ghoul, with a coveted and envious look on his face. With these, the tribe's strength will be rapidly improved.
"With your body type, can you wear it?"
Hearing Downton's words, the shaman thought he had refused and was disappointed. However, the next second, he felt dizzy with happiness.
"Forget it, these fifty warrior sabers are for you."
Downton, who had made a fortune, did not want to go too far, so he delivered fifty sabers. Although they were made more than 3,000 years ago, for the fishmen, they were definitely of the highest quality. You must know that they still use wooden weapons.
, it is not easy to find some iron tools in the Hongshan Forest. (To be continued...)