There are always the same number of murloc warriors and hunters in the tribe. Only when a warrior or a hunter dies will a new murloc take over. Usually, everyone eats and drinks as usual, hunts or collects some water plants and seaweed.

Under the oppression of the big tribe, this unknown small tribe simply does not have enough resources to train more hunters and warriors. Their state has become constant in this half-dead but unable to perish situation.

But just today, a murloc warrior in the tribe disappeared for no reason. If he were in those big tribes, it might just be a disappearance and it wouldn't be a big problem.

But for this unknown small tribe with only more than forty warriors, this was a major event that could shock the entire tribe.

There are only about 40 high-end combat forces like the murloc warriors in their entire tribe, and now one is suddenly missing, and in an unclear way.

The sea is both gentle and nourishing to them, but also cruel because there are also a large number of sea beasts living in the sea. If there is no protection from the warriors, the sea beasts will tear this small tribe to pieces. They are just acting like a spoiled child, not wanting to die.

When the chief arrived, all he saw were traces of dragging, which disappeared without a trace until it reached the shallow beach. The next thing he saw was blue blood splashed in the coral reefs. Now the blood had turned into blood scabs, solidified on the coral branches, and emitted a foul odor.

Following the dragging marks, the chief couldn't find the reef cave where Taylor was. Taylor was extremely cautious and did not leave any tiny clues such as hair. In addition, the tribe itself was very weak and lacked some fishmen with special abilities.

So the chief could only announce in frustration that the warrior had disappeared for no reason and that their tribe had no ability to find the murderer who killed the warrior.

Apart from this, the chief could only send two murloc warriors with ten murloc hunters to be stationed here, responsible for the defense patrol here and searching for any useful clues.

On the other side, Taylor, who completed the first dissection in his wizard apprenticeship career, finally realized the charm of knowledge such as the body, flesh and blood, and the flow of internal magic power.

Although it was just a murloc, by dissecting the murloc's body, studying his muscle structure, bone structure, the reaction of his body to the flow of water elements, and some tiny nerves derived from the body to facilitate the use of the power of water elements, it seemed as if a whole new door was opened for Taylor.

Although he was not a muscle-school wizard who specialized in studying the body's muscle structure, etc., Taylor instinctively felt that knowing more about these nerve and muscle structures would be beneficial rather than harmful to his wizarding path.

In addition, Taylor also discovered that the bident held by the murloc warrior, after removing the tattered coral structure, the other half of the dark blue deep-sea mineral metal has a unique resonance and conductivity of the water element. It is a magical metal with good conductivity of water element magic.

This is a good stuff. Even if it is useless to him now, it will definitely come in handy if he wants to build a construct in the future, especially one that is biased towards the water element. Even if he doesn't use it to build a construct, he can take it out and exchange it with other people to get good things that he can use.

Now Taylor has another reason to target the fishman tribe, and that is to plunder these precious blue deep-sea mineral metals.

It is such a waste to let those stupid fishmen use such precious metals. Only when they are in the hands of wizards can they shine with their own brilliance.

Now Taylor finally understood why the wizards started the plane war. There was no other way. The various kinds of knowledge and high-quality resources were simply too difficult to give up.

The most important thing is that the fishmen living in this plane are simply unworthy of their positions and are not worthy of possessing such sophisticated magical metals.

The same magic metal, in the hands of a murloc, becomes a cold weapon like a bident. Sometimes it is even used as a throwing weapon. At most, the bident can be used to enhance the power of the water element.

Waste is really a shameful crime.

Tiny flames burned in Taylor's eyes. He had to collect all the blue metal from the small tribe in front of him into his own hands.

He didn't care, nor did he want to care about the casualties caused by his collection of these blue metals.

Anyway, they are just a group of fish heads with humanoid forms, not humans.

In the following days, Taylor almost turned into a murloc assassin, frantically killing the murloc warriors of the coral reef tribe from all directions and angles.

In his storage ring, the blue metal that he had peeled off from the coral part was increasing, and Taylor felt that it was far from enough.

It was not until the chief of that tribe was killed head-on by Taylor that the entire tribe prostrated itself at Taylor's feet, although the murloc civilians and the remaining murloc hunters did not know why this mysterious creature wanted to kill their chief and all the warriors.

But all they could do now was to bury their fish heads deep in the shallows at their feet and prostrate themselves before the figure standing on the coral reef.

After conquering the entire tribe, Taylor first swept up all of the tribe's blue metal reserves, and then issued his first and only order to rule the tribe to the murlocs of the tribe.

"Go and mine this blue metal. Mine as much as you can. As for the sea beasts surrounding the blue metal mine, I will be responsible for dealing with them. You just mine my metal!"

That’s right, Taylor plans to stay in this tribe for a while, at least to mine all the blue metals around the tribe.

These are all the currency and precious wealth for his future development. How could he give up the mines here? Taylor felt that he was not a devil now. He decided to adopt the method of distribution according to work, so that those fishmen would willingly mine the special blue metal for him.

He plans to use the first batch of mined metals to create a magical mechanical body, and place Bobby's consciousness inside it as a supervisor. Bobby must love this kind of work.

As for whether it was a waste, Taylor could only say that using it for one's own people was not a waste. And no one could tell how many metal deposits were buried in this vast ocean.

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