Lu Ping'an thought about what it was like on the other side of the vortex, but when he actually stepped into the world of Ba Zhao, he frowned.
The skin of fish and human beings is very special. It is not only sensitive, but can also "compensate for taste" through the sensory organs on it. As soon as Lu Ping'an arrived in a foreign land, the feedback from his nervous system was a strong feeling of vomiting.
This is the fish people "tasting the water", and this water area is obviously not suitable for this group of people to live.
In fact, the catfish over there is really vomiting.
"Did I make a mistake in the sensory system? No, this is made of the Mercury 42 fish-man template. It is impossible to do the same thing. What smells stinky over there is fragrant here, and it is not a dog."
"There's nothing wrong with your outer shell. What's wrong is the world."
Chrissy, on the other hand, looked calm and seemed completely indifferent to the current environment.
Even though there were some black gossamers in the surrounding waters, and even though the sand content was shockingly high, she still didn't care.
"It's just that most foreign lands are actually not suitable for life to survive."
The big cat seems to have told a "truth" that Lu Ping An ignored.
Mercury 42, worlds like Earth are fought over because of their value, most worlds just exist.
The current eight-clawed world is obviously not suitable for fish people to live in. Lu Ping'an analyzed it a little and found that this is not because the water is "poisonous", but because the "elements" of this world are quite unfriendly to fish people.
Lu Ping'an could feel that something seemed to be eroding the fish-man's fragile flesh and blood.
"Metal particles?"
As a developer, he quickly came to a conclusion.
It seems that this discomfort is due to heavy metal poisoning? My "biological shell" is dying quickly?
Lu Pingan closed his eyes. He could feel some heavy metal elements corroding his flesh and blood coat. If he were a mortal, it would be quite bad.
Is such a terrible world really suitable as a frontline world? I'm afraid these murlocs will lose their numbers if they live here for a long time.
"Obviously, in order to live a more comfortable life, those guys will take the initiative to enter the battlefield."
Big cats, on the other hand, can always give terrible but realistic answers.
But a bad environment and an outsider like Lu are not necessarily a bad thing.
At least, during the more than half an hour of squatting, pedestrians on the road were coming and going in a hurry, and they had no idea that they might be counterattacked.
"It seems that we need a little help, information from the locals."
Lu Ping'an stared at a group of soldiers and followed them silently. After a few minutes, several of them fell behind, and there were also a few "old acquaintances" that no one was familiar with in the group.
"Replace?" Seeing the murlocs around him quickly accepting his party, Lu Ping'an was a little curious about how the big cat did it.
"You don't need just a little control skills. Murlocs are beasts like humans, and there is no difference in control. You also have the ability to enhance friendliness and affinity."
Although every time you communicate with a big cat, it is a challenge to your moral bottom line and common sense, but in this case, it is very convenient to have such a companion.
Soon, the patrol team informed them of their target.
They are the elite patrol of the lord "The Broken Blade". Their main duties are hunting and hunting down deserters. The name makes Lu Ping'an feel subtle.
It seems that the traditional title of a fishman is "adjective" plus "weapon (blade/shield, etc.)", and the word "shatter" also vaguely implies that this lord is not strong.
As the team marched, Lu Pingping also had time to appreciate the scenery of this world. I can only say that it was quite bad.
The seawater was not turbid, but it obviously contained harmful substances, making it impossible to see through the seawater a little further. Ping An could see clearly, but he did not find the native plants and animals he was targeting.
Lu Pingan tried to surface. No stars were seen in the sky, and the body temperature was slightly lower, but it was not freezing. The next moment, he rejected this judgment.
The temperature dropped rapidly after leaving the water, and even he felt that it was unbearable, but it was still relatively warm underwater. Lu Pingping's body felt still below zero, but the freezing point of water in this world did not seem to be zero.
Looking up from the water, Lu Pingan felt depressed, as if he was placed in a box.
"It's also possible that this is not water in the first place."
It can be used as a liquid for biological circulation, which is about the same for the fishmen here, but if they are in this obviously poisonous sea, their life span will not be long.
The situation of this squad is also quite bad. There are only a few patrolling soldiers riding large beasts of burden, and in the middle is the squad leader's private bunker. Most of the ordinary soldiers can only ride small fish beasts and struggle to catch up.
Several large patrol beasts and some scattered cavalry are the standard combat configuration of the fishmen, and it doesn't seem to be any different here.
"Oh, I am your second uncle's mother's uncle's grandfather."
He said nonsense, but in this team with only a few extraordinary people, Big Cat took action, and Lu Ping'an instantly became everyone's friend.
But not only are these fishmen weak, most of them are mortals and they don't know anything about them.
They were transferred here only for three months. They were not originally from this world, and they didn't know what they would do next.
So, following them, Lu Pingan found the "Shattered Blade" lord.
"You are"
This lord is a little stronger, at least resisting the big cat's ability, but obviously this is not a rational choice, especially since it is clearly barely even at the legal level, and there are at least two super-rule level combatants here.
Soon, they became "friends" again.
"Stop fighting, we are friends, stop fighting! If you fight again, you will really die."
The wailing fishman lord, this large gray fishman over three meters tall, just wailed and became Lu Pingping's new friend.
After putting down his bloody fist, and with this intermediary, Lu Ping'an finally understood some of the local situation.
It turns out that this is not a world of fishmen at all, but a race in the "Isolation Zone" specializing in foreign invasions. There is enough history to study those messy things.
For example, the structure of the world network that is most suitable for alien invasions.
This is a funnel-like isolation zone. The higher you go, the more worlds there are. And above this "passage bridge", there are at least four normal fish-man worlds linked to it.
"Why so much trouble?"
"As long as you seal the entrances and exits, you can build a good defense. Not only can you deal with spies, but you can also prevent deserters. At the same time, you can prevent the worst case scenario." The big cat seems to know everything.
"Worst case scenario?"
"An opponent that cannot be beaten comes to our door, or the opponent uses some kind of killer weapon. At that time, just destroy the isolation belt."
This is a bit too much fun.
"There are at least hundreds of space rifts in our war zone over there, are they all linked to here?"
"No, they should be dispersed into at least dozens of small and medium-sized spaces, which serve as isolation zones and their temporary military camps."
However, what Lu Pingan was curious about was how it was done.
"There are many possibilities, a domain for a certain ability user, a special forbidden item, a space similar to a secret realm, but since it is man-made, I hope you have a safe journey and be prepared."
What preparations? Oh, when he heard the knocking outside and sensed the malice mixed with murderous intent, Lu Ping'an suddenly understood.