After the fish-man craftsmen removed the slag from the original ore, the exposed irregular blue metal was brought to Taylor, who put it into his storage ring to form a closed loop.

Taylor is now conducting his own dissection experiments in the chief's special coral hut. The metals are piled at the door of the hut, and no fishman dares to take them secretly. They just work honestly.

The fishmen coming in and out of the mine looked with awe at the dark blue metal figure lying on a rocking chair at the entrance of the mine.

Bobby, lying in the rocking chair, now feels that he is just water, in the literal sense of the word.

Of course, he was happy to have his own body that he could control independently, but the trouble that came with it was that the ubiquitous water element in the air was frantically going in and out of his body.

Taylor built a body of pure dark blue metal for him according to the method of building magic mechanical bodies. Due to the special dark blue metal's ability to guide and resonate with water elements, Bobby's body now spontaneously began to pull the water elements in the surrounding air in and out, making him surrounded by mist all the time, appearing hazy.

Even the sea view that he wanted to see the most was covered with a thin layer of mist, which would slowly gather back after he dispersed it.

After dispersing the mist several times in succession, Poppy was too lazy to move and just lay straight on the rocking chair, rocking from time to time and dispersing the mist from time to time to see if the fishmen were mining honestly.

Taylor was right in his guess. Bobby was indeed the most suitable person to stay in the rear and do some supervisory work. It was not tiring and it was leisurely. More importantly, this kind of work could only be given to the person you trusted the most.

Having such a trustworthy person in charge of the rear will undoubtedly make Taylor feel more secure.

About a week later, Taylor finally walked out of the coral hut of the tribal chief. At this moment, half of his body was stained with the blue blood of the fishman, the scalpel in his hand was still covered with some fine scale powder, and the short hammer in the other hand was still stained with blood and flesh, looking like an extremely fierce demon butcher.

The fishman craftsman who had just come to deliver the blue metal was so scared when he saw Taylor dressed like this that he started to poop and pee, causing the surrounding shallows to emit a foul smell.

Smelling an unpleasant odor, Taylor frowned and looked at his own clothes. He immediately understood why the other party behaved like this. He didn't say much or think much about it. He just waved his hand, and a small tornado rose from the ground and threw the frightened fishman craftsman away.

After cleaning up the dirty beach, Taylor raised his hands, stretched, and listened to the crisp sound of his bones, feeling relieved.

"It seems that our great wizard has finally come out..."

A slightly resentful voice sounded behind the setting sun. He turned around and saw a figure with blue mist wrapped around him slowly walking towards him.

It was Bobby who spoke just now. He looked at Taylor and said in a joking tone: "Look at the way you are dressed. If you don't know, you would think you are going to become a butcher."

Taylor lowered his head to see himself dressed like a butcher and shook his head. He turned back and cleaned himself up. After changing his clothes, he walked out of the hut as a handsome wizard apprentice full of literary and artistic atmosphere.

After collecting all the irregular blue metal ore piled at the door of the cabin, Taylor looked at Bobby and asked.

"How much metal ore is left in the mine now?"

"Not much."

Bobby pondered for a moment, then continued, "This mine is not even a small mine. It's already good enough to have about 70 kilograms. Now we are just mining some scraps."

Since this place has no value, it's time to change our target.

After killing several larger sea beasts and throwing their bodies in front of the door of the hut of the chief of the small tribe, Taylor and Bobby left together.

Killing their warriors and chiefs is fine, but they have worked for you for so long and mined enough blue metal, so you still have to pay them.

He is not some devil.

…………………………

Swish! A wind blade that was more than 20 meters long and almost solidified split a murloc riding a three-headed snake in half. The shallows under Crete's feet had been completely dyed blue by the murloc's blood.

All around him, powerful constructs were using heavy weapons to crush their opponents into pulp. Further away, the puppet army had already massacred all the resistance forces of the entire tribe.

Behind Crete, a large number of numb fishmen, under the watchful eyes of the puppet army, slowly picked up their mining tools and dug out the dark blue metal for Crete step by step.

They are truly master and apprentice. Crete and Taylor deal with the murlocs in exactly the same way. They kill all the resistance forces first, and then enslave other murlocs to mine resources for them.

Crete even jokingly gave a name to this dark blue magical metal that has good ability to conduct and resonate with water elements.

Tears of the Murloc

Every wizard, whether he is a first-level wizard or a second-level wizard, is assigned his own invasion area. Now Crete has led his puppet army to sweep through the two large tribes and more than 20 small tribes nearby.

In the area he was specifically responsible for, there was only one large murloc tribe left waiting to be conquered, and this murloc tribe also gathered a large number of fleeing murloc forces.

After assigning some puppets to supervise the fishmen here to mine minerals, Crete walked towards the last large fishman tribe. He swept the entire area he was responsible for in one fell swoop, and then quietly mined resources.

Thinking this in his mind, Crete used the breeze to lift himself up and flew towards the only remaining large tribe of fishmen.

Below him, several construct puppets raised their heavy weapons and rushed towards the direction of the murloc tribe.

Granite puppets, iron golems and magic mechanical bodies were neatly formed into a square formation, took heavy steps, and quickly gathered towards the murloc tribe.

There doesn't seem to be anything interesting in the murloc plane. A reader told me about it, so let's fast forward. You can guess what bloodline the protagonist is from.

(End of this chapter)