Chapter 82: Running - the genius among the murlocs!
Without thinking for long, the fish-man boy made his choice: "I want to learn to ride the waves."
This is not a difficult choice.
Hard scales have drawbacks, but the nature of the spinning knife is the icing on the cake. With the Wave Rider, the boy's mobility can be greatly improved, and he can advance and retreat freely in many battles. Although it is not an offensive or defensive fighting skill, it can
Greatly improve the boy's combat ability.
The old brown-scaled pupils brightened slightly: "Wise choice, I will teach you the route of Dou Qi's operation, it is quite complicated."
The operation route is not complicated at all, but the fishman's IQ is so that a young man can easily understand it.
After a few attempts and several failures, the water gushed out from under the fishman boy's feet, and he suddenly jumped up to the top of Old Brown Scales' head.
Old Brown Scales was stunned.
"Have you learned it now?" Sauerkraut opened his mouth wide. He had learned this fighting skill for two years, two full years before he learned it!
The old fish-man shaman was also shocked. She looked at the young man attentively: "Do you have the blood of a spell caster? I know the wave-riding fighting skill. The operation route is complicated and can rival some elementary spells. Your spirit is extraordinary and your understanding ability is extraordinary.
Very strong, who are your parents? What kind of bloodline do you have?"
So, the fish-man boy looked gloomy and told about his tragic past when his parents both died.
"I was raised by my mother. I heard from her that our original tribe encountered a terrifying sea beast during the great migration. My father died in battle, and after my mother taught me the ability to survive alone, she also fell ill and died."
“Tianzhu Haiyan is not my real hometown.”
"So that's it. I'm almost the same as you. I'm an orphan. My master raised me." Sauerkraut said. Old Brown Lin is equivalent to his adoptive father. It's precisely because of this that Old Brown Lin will work without qualified people.
In the case of bloodline heirs, sauerkraut is regarded as the inheritor.
The fish-man boy glanced at Pickle, but he didn't expect that the excuse he made up actually made the fish-man lose most of his hostility, and he became more sympathetic to the problem.
“Child, you can definitely regard this place as your home.” The old fishman shaman comforted him warmly.
The fishman boy shook his head: "No, I am more accustomed to being alone in the wild than living with other fishmen."
Old Brown Scales and Old Shaman looked at each other, and the former smiled and said: "Since that's what you think, we won't force you to stay. However, before leaving, you two have to fight one more time, so don't forget it.
"
Sauerkraut immediately burst into fighting spirit: "I won't be careless this time, I will use my true strength."
The fishman boy snorted coldly. With the arrogance of a genius: "Do you think you still have a chance after I learned these two fighting skills?"
Old Brown Scales laughed and said to the fish-man boy: "What if you win again this time? I will teach you another fighting skill."
The fishman boy shook his head and retorted: "No, will I snatch those two bronze scimitars? You have to teach me both!"
Old Brown Scale said: "Since we are going to fight, we will not take advantage of you. We will give you a week to practice your fighting skills."
The fishman boy shook his head again: "No need? It can be done the day after tomorrow."
He doesn’t want to stay here any longer? A week is too long.
The young man's pride made the fish-man pickled cabbage extremely embarrassed. He glared at the young man: "One day is enough for you to practice? Running around? You look down on others too much. I will let you taste the taste of defeat in the duel the day after tomorrow!"
News of the duel between the two men spread.
The fish people in the town are looking forward to it. The fish people generally believe that Sauerkraut did not show his true strength in the first game.
The day after tomorrow, everyone's expectations were interrupted by unexpected visitors.
The leader of the fish-man? He is tall and mighty, and his body is more than twice that of Old Brown Scales.
He holds a long-handled sword with a huge fish head. He wears a layer of steel armor all over his body, and the surface of the armor exudes a faint magical light.
“I am Mangu, the leader of the Manyu clan is my father.” The fishman’s voice was hoarse, and the silver aura was strong and rich. “I came here to recruit fishmen to defeat the lobstermen in the Trench.”
The murlocs in the town gathered together and saluted the murlocs forcefully.
Even the town elder shaman is no exception.
Although Man Jiu practices fighting spirit and has a higher legal status among the fish-men tribe. But Man Jiu has a higher status. The force behind him, the Manyu tribe, is one of the three superior tribes in Tianzhu Haiyan.
This fishman village is the tribe of barbarian fish that has taken refuge. It is protected by it and at the same time, it pays tribute on time.
The old shaman asked: "How many fishmen do you need?"
Old Brown Scales was very worried. The lobstermen in the Trench were so large that even if they were victorious, the murlocs would suffer heavy casualties. Maybe the whole town would be completely destroyed if only nine out of ten households were empty.
The old shaman also had the same worries.
But unexpectedly, he said forcefully: "Don't have too many people. What I need is extraordinary, to carry out a surprise attack and beheading. Blade Fin Town produced two black irons and seven bronzes. You also produced the same scale. Of course, if Lao Sa
I welcome Man Man to fight in person."
Before the old shaman could speak, Old Brown Scales said: "I'll go! Mr. Mayor, you are seriously ill, so you should stay in the town to recuperate."
Of course the old shaman was not ill, but he coughed in cooperation and said, "What a coincidence..."
As soon as he said this, he was interrupted by Wu Gang holding out his hand: "Okay, I know, be on guard against Dao Fin Town. After all, the mayor of Dao Fin Town did not participate in the war."
"Okay, I won't talk nonsense with you. I have to go to Shipi Town to recruit another group of people. Hurry up and call out your warriors."
The old shaman used magic to summon the extraordinary fishmen in the town.
“Master, let me join the battle for you this time.” Sauerkraut said to Old Brown Scales.
Old Brown Scales immediately shouted: "Nonsense, you haven't mastered your fighting skills yet. What are you doing? Are you going to die?"
The murloc of Blade Fin Town suddenly said: "Sir, I know that this pickled cabbage was cultivated by Old Brown Scales and is very strong. In comparison, Old Brown Scales is already old and frail."
"Oh? Then you can take part in the battle on your master's behalf." He glanced at him and gave the order casually, with an attitude that would not allow for objection.
Old Brown Lin’s expression suddenly changed.
It doesn't matter if he died in the battle, he is already so old, but Sauerkraut is still young, and Sauerkraut is the hope of the town's future.
However, since Yan Jie opened his mouth, Old Brown Scales could only nod in agreement.
The murlocs of Knife Fin Town suddenly showed a smile of success.
“I’ll come too.” At this time, the fish-man boy walked out of the crowd and asked to join.
Seeing that he was also Black Iron, the Blade Fin Town fishman was a little surprised. Who is this strange fishman? Why is there no information about him?
As Black Iron, he is already the backbone of the fishman village. It is unreasonable that a Black Iron-level fighter was trained in a town with hostile forces, and we have no information about him.
The black iron fish man in front of me seemed to have suddenly emerged from the sand.
Seeing the fishman boy step forward, the old shaman and old brown scales all looked at him with gratitude and admiration.
“Good brother!” Sauerkraut was very excited and hit the fishman boy on the chest with his fist.
In fact, the fishman boy has his own plan.
The biggest purpose of his trip was to gather information. Therefore, Wu Jie was a more suitable target than Old Shaman and Old Brown Scales, and he needed to get close to Wu Jie.
“You!” The murloc boy held a black iron scimitar in his hand and pointed at the murlocs in Blade Fin Town. “You talked a lot just now, come and have a fight with me!”
The boy challenged him face to face.
Everyone was shocked.
After reacting, Old Brown Lin shouted low and said in an anxious tone: "Run around, don't be reckless!"
The Bladefin Fishman, who was deliberately provoked by the boy, looked offended and angry.
He bared his teeth and squeezed out words through his teeth: "Very good, you actually dare to challenge Lord Scar. Then let me teach you a lesson."
The old shaman looked at Wu Jiu with pleading eyes: "Sir, you are about to go on an expedition..."
But Man Jian snorted coldly and interrupted the old shaman again: "It doesn't matter, just let them fight. I also want to understand the true combat power of my subordinates. At the same time, I am also curious about what kind of courage it takes to make this
A young fishman challenges a famous master."
Scar, the fishman, is the second-most master after Mayor Blade Fin.
He has been famous for a long time and has a bad reputation.
In the eyes of Man Jian and others, the fish-man boy was so bold that he actually dared to provoke him!
The battle soon began with the murlocs watching.
Scar stroked the fins on the outside of his forearm with his palm and smiled sinisterly, but did not take the initiative to attack.
He has the obvious characteristic of knife fin bloodline. There are vertical fins on the outside of the forearm, the back of the calf and the entire head and back of the fish. The fins are dark silver in color and have very sharp edges.
The body shape of the knife-fin murlocs is more slender and slim than that of normal murlocs.
Scar is at least two heads taller than the fish-man boy.
The fishman boy turned his wrist, and the black iron scimitar set off a bunch of sword flowers in his hand.
Then, he directly used the sword skill Red Scale Flurry.
The next moment, the fish-man boy pounced directly on Scar.
Scar has no weapons in his hands, but a pair of fins on the outside of his forearms are his natural weapons.
He raised his arm, and the fin of the blade collided with the black iron scimitar, causing a stream of sparks to explode.
Scar has the strength of a black iron level, and the quality of his blade fins also reaches the level of black iron. He is not afraid of confronting the black iron scimitar in the hands of the young man.
Seeing that the attack was blocked, the young man was not discouraged, and his attack became even more fierce.
The scimitar continued to strike out at a very high speed, causing the water to flow wildly.
Scar was well groomed and walked calmly, sometimes retreating and sometimes stepping forward, resisting the young man's fierce attack while waiting for opportunities to move.
Sauerkraut saw that the boy had the upper hand and cheered loudly.
The murlocs in the town are also cheering for the rush.
“Not good!” Old Brown Scales looked worried.
The same is true for the old shaman.
Some of the other knife-fin fishmen folded their arms and watched, and some sneered, full of confidence in Scar.
The old brown scale became more and more worried: "Ben Bo is too reckless. He used all his strength as soon as he came up. I know this guy Scar very well. He wants to plot against Ben Bo! Since the war, he has never taken the initiative to attack and has been saving his energy. And Ben Bo
If you just attack like crazy, your stamina will be depleted very quickly. Once your stamina is a little weak and your flaws are exposed, it's time for Scar to counterattack!"
“When Scar actually attacks, his speed will be very fast. It must be the first time that Ben Bo fights against the knife-fin fish people, and it is difficult to adapt to their speed. I am afraid that he will be disemboweled by the knife-fin!”
But there is no use in being anxious.
Old Brown Scales and the old shaman have lost control of the situation.
Sure enough, just as Old Brown Scales expected, the fishman boy could not attack for a long time, his physical strength declined, and his sword speed gradually declined.
Scar smiled sinisterly and suddenly took action!
“Be careful!!” Old Brownscale exclaimed.
But Scar's forearm pushed hard against the fish-man boy, and the hard fin of the knife was about to hit the boy's chest.
Fighting skills and riding the waves!
The next moment, a sudden surge of water surged under the fishman boy's feet, pushing him several steps away.
Scar is empty.
He stared at the young man, very surprised.
“Huh?” quite tough and a little surprised.
The young man suddenly retreated to a safe distance, and then stepped on the bottom of the sea violently. He used Wave Stepping again, pushing him towards Scar.
The ferocious Scimitar offensive reappears.
Scar was once again pushed to leeward.
But this time, he was no longer as calm as before and acted very embarrassed.
The saurofins who were traveling with him were no longer calm, and looked at the young man's struggling figure in amazement.
"what happened?"
“I read that right!”
“This brown-scaled murloc actually uses two fighting skills at the same time?!”
Old Brown Scales and Old Shaman were both surprised.
Sauerkraut even showed admiration. He also practiced the two fighting skills of Red Scale Flurry and Treading Waves, and he knew very well that it was terrifyingly difficult to use these two fighting skills at the same time!
Even Old Brown Scales can't use it like this.
But the fish-man boy did it to this extent!
“His bloodline must not be simple! He is a genius!” What the old shaman said in his heart was also the consensus of the murlocs watching the battle.