"wm...ma?" The fishman's vision was blurred, his breath was weak, and his life was in danger.
What he saw was a vast expanse of white light.
His call was not answered, but he heard the sound of metal interlacing from time to time.
The crisp sound reminded the fishman of the sound of swords clashing, and he suddenly recalled it.
He remembered - he was fighting before he fell into coma! His goal was to board the huge human warship, but unexpectedly during the climb, he looked up and discovered a giant!
The giant held a mace and swept over.
Severe pain and darkness hit him together, and he vaguely heard the sound of his bones breaking, and then the sound of himself falling into the water.
From now on, he knows nothing.
"gwall?" the fishman spoke again.
His vision gradually became clearer.
The white light in front of him gradually diminished, and he found that he was in a room.
This room is very weird, both the walls and the ceiling are made of metal.
He also found himself tied to a long, cold table that was also made of metal.
The fishman secretly thought that he had been captured by the human race and was now in that big ship?
"wmgm! wmgm!" he shouted loudly while struggling.
"Stop shouting, your end is already doomed." A cold voice came from above the fish-man's head.
The fishman was stunned. He couldn't understand the meaning of these words, but he understood that it was the language of the human race.
Because he was lying flat on his back, he raised his head and looked in the direction above his head, trying to find the owner of the sound.
He succeeded.
He saw an old man from the human race, wearing a pair of glasses, a white beard, and strong fingers in his hands, holding two daggers.
It's not accurate to say it's a dagger, it's more like a table knife.
The fishman immediately trembled and screamed in horror because he saw the old human being stretching the two metal knives in his hands toward him!
The fish-man struggled wildly, bursting out with unexpected power.
But it's no use!
He was tied so tightly that he could barely move.
The old human man slowly and forcefully cut the metal knife into the fishman's flesh.
The fishman suddenly felt a metallic coldness, which made him shiver from the depths of his soul.
Then he saw the human old man slowly cutting open his arm. The two metal knives were sharper than he imagined. He had never seen such a sharp weapon in his life!
The human old man cut a straight thin line and pulled out a long wound.
Then he opened the wound and exposed the tendons, blood vessels, subcutaneous fat, etc. inside.
"Oh oh." The old human man exclaimed in admiration, his eyes showing a hint of joy as his curiosity was satisfied.
He bent down, put a pair of glasses close to the wound, and looked carefully.
After watching it for a while, the old man from the human race was not satisfied? He put down the metal knife in his hand and replaced it with a pair of metal hooks.
He used a metal hook in one hand to pick up the wound while digging deep into the tendon to open it up and look inside.
He moved cautiously and with great care, as if checking some ancient book that was not well preserved and would break if touched. After looking at one position, he changed to another position and continued to check.
After checking the forearm, the old human man put down all the metal tools in his hands and walked to another table to immerse himself in recording.
From the fish-man's perspective? He couldn't see what the old man wrote. He could only see his quill drawing on the paper.
It seems that the record has been recorded? The old man from the human race returned to the fishman again? He picked up the metal knife and small hook again.
"Wwaga! lwamlwam!!" the fish man roared at the old man.
The old man turned a deaf ear? His expression was extremely calm.
This kind of calmness makes the fear in the fish people's hearts deepen several times!
After that, the fishman watched helplessly as his body was cut and scarred by the old man.
The human old man studied his arms, his chest, and his thighs? He didn't even spare the top of his thighs.
He recorded every place he studied.
The fishman was yelling? He felt that his right arm and left leg couldn't use any strength.
Because the old man from the human race broke his key tendon.
The old man suddenly took out a metal rod and placed it in the fish man's mouth that opened when he called.
The fishman's mouth was immediately stuck, and he could only open it but not close it.
The old man changed to two more metal tools with very slender handles. They penetrated into the fish-man's mouth and began to study the structure of its mouth.
The fishman clenched his fists tightly and kept kicking his legs. First he felt something like cotton wool scraping softly around in his mouth. Then he felt a small knife cutting off a small piece of his tongue.
The tongue is injured and bleeding is not stopping.
The old man from the human race stopped his bleeding immediately.
Then, he actually took out a small saw and started sawing the fishman's teeth!
In the end, as if it wasn't enough, he picked up a small hammer and small pliers, and bloodyly pulled out several of the fishman's teeth.
The fish-man screamed so loudly that he couldn't help himself.
Severe pain continued to come from his arms, chest, mouth and other places, torturing him to the point of going crazy.
The ancestor of the human race kept recording for a while. After returning, his movements changed from the previous delicate ones to bold ones.
He completely cut open the fish-man's belly, exposing his heart, stomach, intestines, etc. to the air.
The eyes of the old human race seemed to be shining brightly, and he was constantly observing the internal organs of the fish-men. From time to time, he would reach out his hand to tease the stomach or pull the intestines.
The fishman collapsed and let out a whimpering sound. He began to shed tears and remained motionless.
The old man from the human race seemed to be deaf, still immersed in research.
Not long after, he finally raised his head and picked up a shovel-like metal tool.
The fish-man was already numb at first, but when he discovered that the metal shovel of the old human race was getting closer and closer to his eyeballs, he struggled wildly again as if he was electrocuted.
But it was no use, there was no way he could move it.
He cried out to his gods, roaring inarticulately, but in the end the severe pain still hit him.
He saw blood red color, and then darkness.
The severe pain of losing his eyes showed signs of him passing out again. The human old man quickly took out a potion and poured it into the fishman's mouth.
The fishman suddenly became energetic again. Now he wanted to die, but he couldn't!
He was completely devastated.
His empty eye sockets were constantly shedding blood and tears, and his entire body was paralyzed on the metal table, looking more like a corpse than a corpse.
The old man of the human race is Cangxu.
He studied the structure of the fish-men's eyes and praised: "The dilation and focus of the fish-men's pupils are more than ten times that of humans. At the bottom of the sea, when light is scarce, their pupils expand at full capacity to capture every ray of light. When they reach the surface of the sea,
When the sun shines on them, their pupils shrink sharply to adapt to the environment in the sun."
"If I can develop a spell or potion that can make the fish-men's pupils lose control and naturally spread to the maximum extent. Then if we don't kill them, these fish-men will be directly blinded by the bright light."
Cang Xu buried his head in recording his findings.
He felt happy.
Dissecting the fish-man brought his academic treatise a tiny step closer to completion.
At this moment, he suddenly felt something and shifted his gaze to the fish-man.
At this moment, the fish-man finally died.
Cang Xu immediately looked at his pocket watch and recorded the time. In this way, he had clear data on the limits of the fishman's physical and mental endurance.
After recording the data, Cang Xu quickly used the necromancy spell Ghost Creation.
This spell has a chance of failure.
This time, he failed.
Cang Xu didn't take it seriously.
The fish-man corpse was thrown away, and another sleeping fish-man prisoner was found, and he was firmly tied to the metal table where the blood was still wet.
Cang Xu began to dissect again.
He is very diligent.
Underneath his expressionless face is his curiosity about the unknown and his desire for knowledge.
He has the inner spiritual pursuit of a first-class magician.
If his bloodline had not limited him, his achievements would never have been stuck at the black iron level.
One by one, the murloc prisoners climbed onto the metal table, and then turned into corpses.
Some corpses were of little value, so Cangxu used them to practice his necromancy.
Sometimes, when a ghost is successfully created, Cang Xu will inquire about it and obtain some information.
Some corpses have relatively high-quality souls, so Cangxu transforms them into soul crystals.
Some fishmen were used by him to forcibly extract memories in an attempt to create memory crystals.
When the last murloc prisoner died, Cangxu still had more to say: "There are not enough samples, far from enough."
"The captain still has some, maybe I can discuss it with him?"
Just when he was concentrating on dissecting the fish-man, a red light suddenly appeared somewhere under the sea.
All murlocs have been transformed by blood cores.
The fishman boy closed his eyes and stared, feeling for a moment, and sighed: "The brown scale bloodline has been added a lot, but I haven't collected them all yet."
He can now transform into a complete blue-scaled murloc, but this bloodline is only at the bronze level.
The brown scale bloodline is black iron and is not an ideal target.
But the Justice Pirates wiped out a fishman tribe, but still couldn't gather all the brown scale blood.
"Although there are many fish-men, the proportion of extraordinary beings is very low, far less than that of humans."
"Among the major races, the dragon race has the highest proportion of extraordinary beings. However, the total population of the dragon race is far less than that of the human race."
"This may be one of the reasons why the human race has become the overlord of the world today."
The young man killed a lot of murlocs, but he didn't have all the black iron bloodline.
"It's not enough, far from enough." The young man shook his head.