Chapter 114: Attack of Fingart

Chapter 115 The Attack of Fingart

"So, your tribe still has two high-level magic stones and dozens of intermediate magic stones?" Richard was overjoyed when he heard the news, but he confirmed it again for safety reasons.

"Yes, Master. But the high-level and intermediate magic stones are now kept by Dib. Although I am not sure of the specific storage location, it should be in Dib's own stilt house or in the sacrificial hall." Fingart replied respectfully.

Richard clenched his hands and was excited. It seemed that there was a great hope for him to go back.

Now that Fingart has surrendered, as long as he can find a way to kill Dib, he can naturally push Fingart to the top, thereby taking control of the entire fishman tribe, and he can easily get the high-level and intermediate magic stones he wants.

"Master, there is another piece of information that I think you should know. The black tide that occurs once a month in the Gray Fern Wilderness is coming soon. If the tribe does not have enough blood and food now, it is very likely that it will not be able to obtain the protection of the three-headed snake god Kumera in the Dark Water Lake. At that time, the tribe may be directly destroyed by the black tide." Fingart said worriedly.

"Black tide?" Richard was stunned after hearing this.

He immediately asked Fingart to explain what the black tide was.

Soon, Richard's face turned pale and he finally understood the meaning of the black tide. He almost killed monsters in the wild stupidly because of the lack of information.

If the black tide came, he would most likely die without a burial place.

Black tide is the abbreviation of dark beast tide. A large number of monsters will surge out from the depths of the Gray Fern Wilderness at a specific time period and impact the surroundings. If a force does not have the strength of a formal wizard or above, it is impossible to survive the black tide.

The fishman tribe has always relied on worshiping the three-headed snake god Kumera to obtain the protection of this monster.

When the black tide hits the fishman tribe, it will be affected by the breath of the three-headed snake god Kumera and automatically avoid the fishman tribe protected by the breath of the three-headed snake god Kumera.

But the premise is that the monthly blood sacrifice must satisfy the three-headed snake god Kumera, otherwise the three-headed snake god Kumera will be angry and even eat the fishman directly.

It happened before that the small tribe did not supply enough blood food, and the three-headed snake god Kumera directly ate the entire tribe.

After listening to Fingart's description, Richard paced back and forth, thinking about this problem. Isn't this three-headed snake equivalent to the dark water lake version of Cthulhu?

Now, I am not yet able to resist the black tide, let alone the three-headed snake god Kumera.

It seems that I must speed up the progress. According to Fingart's judgment, the black tide will last about seven or eight days.

In this case, today or tomorrow, find a way to kill Dib, quickly push Fingart to the top, and then summon the fishman hunting team. With his help, can we hunt enough blood food on time and sacrifice it to the three-headed snake god Kumera, so that the fishman tribe can get its protection in the black tide.

According to Fingart's description, although the specific strength of the monster three-headed snake god Kumera is unknown, it is definitely an existence that exceeds the first-level wizard. At the same time, it is also the overlord of the entire vast dark water lake.

More than a dozen tribes of all sizes that rely on the dark water lake for survival need to prepare tributes and sacrifice to Kumera every month.

According to Richard's estimation, this three-headed snake god Kumera should be at least a monster equivalent to the first-level peak wizard, or even a second-level wizard. It is completely beyond Richard's ability to contend with it at present, so he can only follow the original practice of the fishman tribe and prepare tributes that will satisfy it for sacrifice.

At this moment, the Soul Devouring Demon Spider was sucking the souls of the fishmen warriors one by one. The souls of ordinary warriors were fed back to Richard, which were only pure mental power as thick as a hair, and the soul energy that could improve qualifications was so little that it could be ignored.

It felt like smoking a cigarette to Richard.

However, after smoking dozens of cigarettes, the feeling was still very good.

When the Soul Devouring Demon Spider began to devour the soul of the double-bladed fishmen warrior, the feedback was much stronger. A wisp of mental power as thick as the ring finger, mixed with a trace of soul energy, was fed back to Richard's spiritual sea, making Richard feel a little ecstatic again.

Finally, when the Soul Devouring Demon Spider began to devour the soul of the high-level fishmen warrior named Gru, it fed back to Richard a mental power as thick as the thumb, plus a wisp of soul energy, which made Richard squint his eyes in comfort.

Richard felt that his whole body, limbs and bones seemed to be immersed in a nutrient solution, constantly receiving nourishment.

After a long time, Richard called up the panel and checked the attributes.

[Attributes]: Strength 4.6, Agility 4.8, Constitution 4.5, Spirit 14.5

In the past few days, Richard's mental power has been growing at an ultra-high speed, and has now reached 14.5 standard units. This is mainly due to the master-level Rodrigo meditation method and the feedback from the Soul Devouring Spider after these battles.

Every time, in addition to the feedback of a large amount of mental power from the Soul Devouring Spider, Richard's most important thing is the trace of pure soul energy mixed in it.

From his own experience, this trace of pure soul energy is the key to improving the wizard's qualifications in the legend.

Although the amount each time is extremely small, if it is accurately measured, it may only be a percentile improvement in the decimal, but if you gather sand into a tower, ten times, it is a tenth-level improvement, and after a hundred times, the improvement of Richard's wizard qualifications can be close to single digits.

Therefore, Richard has reason to believe that even if he drank the red shock potion handed down from ancient times, the speed of improvement may not be as fast as his current one!

According to the current momentum, in seven or eight days, his total mental power may be close to the limit of 20 points. As long as he crosses it, he will enter the threshold of the third-level wizard apprentice.

Because the school's assessment requirements for the third-level wizard apprentice are four mastery-level zero-level witchcraft, plus a total mental power of more than 20 standard units.

Richard has already met the requirement of four mastery-level zero-level witchcraft, including the master-level summoning skeleton, the master-level dark element shield, the master-level shadow grip, and the master-level slow spell, not counting the auxiliary zero-level witchcraft of spirit guidance.

Thinking of this, Richard's mouth curled up.

From this point of view, if he can successfully return to the school this time, he can not only directly participate in the second-level wizard apprentice promotion assessment, but also continue to participate in the third-level wizard apprentice promotion assessment if he wants!

Pulling his thoughts back, Richard looked at Fingat, only to see that this fishman prophet disciple was looking at him anxiously, waiting for his decision.

Richard smiled and said, "Since we still have to hunt for blood food, the warriors of the tribe are very precious. So, it's better for us to let Dib disappear alone, don't you think so, Fingat?"

"Wise master, your decision is so wise!" Fingat's fish eyes lit up and he quickly agreed.

This is actually what he thought in his heart. After all, the stronger the tribe is, the more interesting it is for him to be the future supreme leader of the tribe.

If his own fishman tribe is killed by the current master, it is meaningless to be a tribal prophet with only one commander.

"If we successfully kill Dib, the remaining three senior fishman warriors, Fingat, can you control them?" Richard glanced at his fishman servant and said.

As the first servant under his command, if he could promote him to the position of prophet of the fishman tribe, it would not only bring great benefits to Richard himself, but also make his servants loyal to him and work for him wholeheartedly in the future. Why not do it?

"Absolutely no problem. As long as Dib dies, I will be the highest-ranking person in the tribe." Fingart's face lit up and he bowed to guarantee, "And with the help of the adults, I believe the tribe will have no problem collecting blood food for this month."

"Fingart, when you go back this time, you will bring back the huge corpse of the back shell octopus, so and so." After a brief plan, Richard explained in detail how to implement the plan.

Generally speaking, Richard will let the Soul Devouring Demon Spider possess the body of the senior fishman warrior Gru, and help Fingart to drag the huge back shell octopus corpse back to the fishman tribe.

Although the ordinary murloc warriors were almost completely lost, if there was a large monster like the back shell octopus as a harvest, it would basically be considered that the merits and demerits were offset, but Dib would definitely seize the opportunity to attack Fingat, and then

Afternoon.

Murloc tribe.

In a spacious stilt house.

The high-ranking officials of the blind murloc tribe were all there.

"Fingat, although you successfully found out the reason for the disappearance of the previous murloc team this time, and also killed the large monster like the back shell octopus, but the tribesmen you brought were annihilated. For this, you have an unshirkable responsibility!" Dib rebuked with a sad face.

"Dite, this time the back shell octopus..." Fingat's face flushed, and he was about to defend himself.

"Shut up! Since the last time the teacher led a large number of elites of the tribe to follow the night elves to the surface, there has been no news. Now every warrior in the tribe is our most valuable resource." Dib saw that Fingat was about to refute, and immediately interrupted him.

In fact, although Dib looked extremely sad, as if he was heartbroken for the dead tribal warriors, he was actually very happy in his heart, and secretly thought: "Now that the tribe has a shortage of blood food, with the corpse of the back shell octopus, there is basically no problem.

And Fingart made such a fatal mistake and was caught by me.

Now, he can no longer compete with me for the position of tribal prophet.

It can be said that my current situation is very good!"

At this time, Dib noticed that Gru, his confidant who had been standing beside him without saying a word since he came back, walked forward slowly, as if he had something important to report to him.

"Gru, what's the matter?" Before, Dib specially arranged for his confidant Gru to accompany him, with the purpose of keeping an eye on Fingart at all times to prevent him from making great achievements.

"Puff!" Dib never expected that the answer he was waiting for was a fatal blow from his confidant.

Gru was holding a sharp fish bone dagger in his hand and pierced Dib's chest directly, and that position was exactly where the fishman's heart was.

"Stop!"

"Gru, are you crazy?"

A group of fishmen high-ranking officials quickly surrounded him and shouted.

Dib's bulging fish eyes stared at the calm Gru, with an unbelievable look in his eyes, and said intermittently: "Why did you..."

Vomiting blood in large mouthfuls, Dib's questioning was not completed after all, and he died with his head down!

A top fighter of the fishmen tribe, equivalent to a third-level human wizard apprentice, died just like that.

Before Dib died, he couldn't understand why his confidant Gru suddenly assassinated him, and there was no sign at all!

"Gru, what are you doing, you traitor!" Fingart pretended to be shocked and angry, and immediately cast a zero-level witchcraft, water arrow.

A thick water arrow pierced through the chest of Gru, who was controlled by the Soul Devouring Spider, at high speed.

Gru was "killed" immediately!

Now, after a period of chaos, the fishmen in the stilt house unanimously elected Fingart as the only candidate for the prophet of the tribe and took office immediately.

Following Richard's instructions, Fingart placed Dib's body and Gru's body in the same stilt house, and sent his confidants to guard the door.

The Soul Devouring Spider slowly crawled out of Gru's mouth and entered Dib's body.

Richard, who was next to the camp, was in ecstasy again at this moment!

After the Soul Devouring Spider devoured Dib, the soul equivalent to a third-level human wizard apprentice, it fed back to Richard an extremely pure spiritual power, accompanied by several strands of pure soul energy, the effect was no less than that of the brain-eating monster.

At the same time, there were also fragments of memories of Dib's experience during his lifetime, many of which made Richard very interested.

After a long time, Richard couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

That night.

At the entrance of the fishman tribe camp.

Fingart was waiting anxiously at the entrance with several trusted fishmen.

According to Richard's previous arrangement, after Fingart took control of the power of the entire fishman tribe, Richard would enter the fishman tribe that night.

After a while, a black-robed man with a hood covering his face was invited into the fishman tribe camp by Fingart with extraordinary respect.

In the luxurious stilt house exclusively for the prophet, Fingate said respectfully: "Master, according to your plan, I have now successfully served as the prophet of the tribe. Here are the high-level magic stones you asked for, a total of two pieces, and there are also forty-two intermediate magic stones."

Fingate bent over and presented a black box to Richard.

"Well done, Fingate." Richard took the black box and was very happy.

After looking at the high-level magic stones and carefully putting them away, Richard took out twenty intermediate magic stones from it and returned the remaining intermediate magic stones and the black box to Fingate.

In Fingate's surprised eyes, Richard slowly said: "Fingate, I will not kill the fish. As a prophet of the blind fishman tribe, you often need to use intermediate magic stones, not to mention some large transactions, which also require magic stones. If you give them all to me, it will make other members of your tribe dissatisfied or even suspicious."

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