Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Fishmen Are Getting Ready

Of course, there are many benefits.

However, the werewolf tribe also has its downsides.

For example, he failed to defeat the elven tribe and prevent them from setting sail.

This is considered a dereliction of duty.

If Sofia is unhappy, Zed's ambitions will likely be crippled.

"I need to make amends for my mistake as soon as possible."

Zheke was certainly aware of his dereliction of duty, but he was not desperate.

Of course, he wasn't planning to lead his troops back to fight the elven tribes to the death.

He was simply preparing to bring plenty of "delicious food" and "wealth" to please Sofia.

Although dragons can be very ruthless to their own people, they can be quite easy to please if you cater to their desires.

He felt that if he was lucky, nothing would happen to him.

As for bad luck, there's nothing he can do about it.

At that time, although I will be very unwilling, as the weak, if I want to rise up, I will definitely have to take risks.

That kind of safe and secure rise to power is not something a helpless little clan leader like him can even dream of.

Let's get back to the main topic.

After defeating the pig-headed tribe, Zeldaëch led his personal guard to other areas to continue conquering and expanding.

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Emerald Lake covers a very large area.

In some of these places, the environment is also quite complex.

The depth of the water is also terrifying. It's somewhat better near the shore, but the deeper parts of the water can easily exceed 300 meters.

On the surface, few people seem to realize the profound depths of Emerald Lake. However, the creatures that live in the water are quite familiar with it.

The main one among them is the merfolk.

The fish-men are not merfolk or beautiful creatures like mermaids. Most of them are terrifying. They barely resemble humans, but this form is mostly a stitch-on-a-stitch of fish features.

Their skin was intricate, covered in all sorts of fish scales, and was utterly ugly.

Their faces were covered with fish gills.

They also like to eat raw flesh and blood.

Fishmen are a ferocious race.

However, in the water, they are also valiant and skilled warriors. Other land creatures, in the water, at the same level, are basically no match for the fishmen without suitable supernatural items.

Of course, this is on the premise that those land creatures are rather ordinary.

If it were a super genius like Loya, he would be an extraordinary creature even in the water. The fishmen wouldn't be able to easily kill him. In fact, the opposite is true; Loya would undoubtedly easily crush most of the fishmen.

After the Elven tribe's Ship of Hope was launched, several humanoid monsters holding harpoons in the water not far away began to rejoice.

If anyone saw them, they would recognize them as warriors of the merfolk.

"Hehehe, is it about to begin?" A blue-faced merman covered in light blue patterns grinned as he looked at the bottom of the Ship of Hope.

His name is Jetley, an elite warrior of the merfolk. He possesses the strength of a Bronze Level 5 warrior, which would be considered a high-ranking figure among some monster tribes on Emerald Lake Island.

"Those monsters on the shore are utterly useless. They let the elven tribe sink into the water again. They have betrayed the great dragon's trust." The turbaned merman beside him said viciously, "The great dragon should have devoured all those monsters, or perhaps bestowed them upon us. Only we mermen are the most reliable kin. The great dragon, we are enough for you."

Even in this primitive, otherworldly realm, there is workplace competition.

As subordinates of the evil dragon Sophia, they would never be kind to each other. Given the chance, they would instead be hostile to each other and even suppress one another in order to gain Sophia's favor.

“Ah, Ke, don’t say that,” Jetley said casually. “These elves are quite powerful. Besides, staying in the water is quite boring. Every few years, an elf comes to play with us, which is quite interesting.”

The merfolk are the absolute rulers of the Emerald Lake. Other aquatic creatures are basically their prey. Over time, without competition, they've become quite bored.

“That’s right, the elves are indeed quite powerful. Don’t forget the huge explosion not long ago, that was probably the work of the elves.” A merman quickly chimed in, “Especially their flesh and blood, which is much more delicious than that of other creatures. I must say, they truly deserve to be the favorite snack of the great dragon.”

"Hmm, this time, I'm happy to get a fairy leg to taste."

"I prefer the elf's little paws."

"Haha, how greedy! But I've heard that roasted elves taste even better. Maybe we can try this new way of eating them."

……,

They chattered amongst themselves, oblivious to everyone else, as if the elven tribes were already theirs for the taking.

Although they knew that this time the elves seemed a little different, they were naturally full of confidence.

For centuries, even when the elven tribes were lucky enough to invade the lake, they were easily stopped by the merfolk.

The fishman felt that this time would be no exception.

Now, when facing the elven tribe, the murlocs have developed a clear sense of arrogance and contempt.

Moreover, this arrogance and contempt has only increased over time.

Because their chieftain has recently become powerful again.

Originally, their clan leader was a gold-level extraordinary being, so powerful that the elves despaired.

Now that the elves have become stronger, it's only barely enough to make up for the loss in one area.