Necromancer chopping down trees

Chapter 132: Fishman Village
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Wang Yue finally saw the coastline.

He no longer cared why the road was so peaceful; he just wanted to get ashore quickly and find a hotel to sleep on a soft mattress.

"Sith, it seems that these past hundred years have brought the kingdom back to life."

Not far from the coast, Wang Yue could already see dense buildings.

These buildings are all made of wood with some grass and leaves piled on top, as if they are the product of technological regression.

"My impression of the town is that it is on a hillside. Be careful, kid. I think the territory ahead is that of other races."

Just as the waves pushed the raft forward, Wang Yue could vaguely see several dark shadows swimming towards him under the sea.

Creature marks suddenly appeared on the Ghost Map. The pattern was yellow, indicating that the approaching target was just a neutral creature.

"The neutral creatures that actively approach me are not monsters. I should be able to communicate with them."

As it approached the raft, colorful fish fins rose from the sea, followed by a huge fish head and an iron weapon in the monster's hand.

[North Sea Murloc Guard: Warriors guarding the North Sea Murloc village. Cannot communicate with them.]

【Level: 15】

"Wu La La."

The fishman jumped onto Wang Yue's raft, muttering something incomprehensible.

Because of the sudden increase in the number of people, the raft could not bear the weight and sank immediately.

"How can you swim to shore? You destroyed my raft the first time we met!"

This was the first time Wang Yue fell into the water on this journey. He should have taught these reckless fishmen a lesson, but when he thought of the fishmen's village in the distance, he could only let it go.

"Forget it, we're almost on the shore, I'll let you go this time."

Although Wang Yue let the merman go, the merman guards were not going to let Wang Yue go as they faced outsiders.

They continued to speak in the fish-man language, and the sharp knives were slowly approaching Wang Yue's body.

"Oh, you want me to bypass the village?"

"Gulp, gulp, gulp."

"But you sank my raft, and there's nothing I can do to get around it."

"Ouch!"

The two successfully communicated in different languages, thanks to the game system's direct translation function, which allows players to communicate with humanoid NPCs of any race.

This team of fishman guards were discussing in a low voice, and Wang Yue successfully overheard it.

They decided to hand Wang Yue over to the fishman's prophet. If he was a bad guy, he would be executed, but if he was a good guy, he would be treated kindly.

"You want to meet the village chief, right? I have no objection, just take me with you."

In order to prevent Wang Yue from escaping, the fishmen surrounded him from front and back. At the same time, one fishman held Wang Yue's belly forward, fearing that he would drown in the sea halfway through swimming.

The group arrived at the beach very smoothly, where there were many mermen running freely.

The fishmen have short arms and legs, but they run so fast that even Wang Yue can’t catch up with them.

He remembered that when he was creating this creature, he deliberately made the murloc a creature of the lowest level, roughly equivalent to the position of a lesser demon in hell.

"Individual combat capability is not good, but fortunately the reproduction ability is outstanding and they are good at group fighting. They are a species I admire."

Unlike the cannon fodder monsters that Wang Yue originally designed, the fish people have learned to use weapons and build their own huts, and have even transformed from brainless monsters into a powerful force.

"That's great, Xiao Nuo. Has the fishman grown to where he is today on his own in the past hundred years?"

"The unified reply is that the development process in the game has also undergone self-iteration, and the evolved plot has almost deviated from the design of version 1.0."

"Really? It seems I can still retain some of my freshness."

The entire continent was designed and produced by Wang Yue himself. Sith had already told him most of the situation while drifting. The world a hundred years ago was no longer the game world that Wang Yue was familiar with.

In the final version, Wang Yue completed adding all races and map features to the game, just like setting up the stage and waiting for the actors to perform.

"Now I have become an actor too, it's just a matter of time before the audience will discover me, the director who has mixed into the show."

After admiring his own masterpiece, Wang Yue was brought to the largest fishman hut.

This is a two-story hut. Built against a coconut tree, the fishman's hut is open-style. Only the roofs of the upper and lower floors are covered with leaves, and other places are supported only by branches.

"Merciful people shouldn't be afraid of the rain, right? In fact, they don't even need a roof. It's easier and saves materials to make a bird's nest-like house."

When Wang Yue was looking around the hut, a fishman holding a wooden stick suddenly jumped down from the second floor.

Not only is its staff inlaid with a white stone, but it is also wearing a robe made of fish scales. After seeing Wang Yue, it began to mutter to itself, but its whispered words could not be translated by the system.

[North Sea Murloc Prophet: The wisest elder in the Murloc village, with a longer lifespan]

【Level: 18】

"You are wearing clothes made of fish scales. Don't you think the scales on your body are redundant?"

Wang Yue doesn't understand the taste of the murlocs, and doesn't know why the prophet must wear clothes. A murloc who is separated from the masses and wants to be special is not a good murloc. This prophet must have a problem with his brain.

"Ulla, I see in you the story of a brave man."

The prophet thrust his staff into the sand, and the white stone shone brightly.

The fishman guard who brought Wang Yue here hurriedly turned his head to avoid it, but Wang Yue didn't feel how dazzling the light was.

After verifying the authenticity, the prophet pulled the staff out of the sand and then drew the rune that Wang Yue was most familiar with on the ground, the rune of illumination.

It was only then that Wang Yue noticed that there was a pile of sand in every fishman hut, and the patterns carved on the sand were all light runes.

"God's messenger, Ulla, the great hero."

The prophet put down his staff and knelt down towards Wang Yue.

The other murlocs also followed the prophet's example and knelt down to Wang Yue. When the other murlocs running on the beach saw this, they stopped and moved in unison towards Wang Yue.

"Don't worship, this behavior will shorten your life. Don't learn everything from humans, just learn the technology, don't touch other things that are too profound."

A hundred years later, even the fish people believed in gods, and the prophets possessed divine powers. Wang Yue was even more looking forward to what the human world would be like.

"By the way, is there a vacant room? I really want to rest and sleep now."

The prophet pointed to the double-story cabin behind him and invited the brave man to rest on the second floor.

To go upstairs, one had to step on wooden sticks inserted into coconut trees. Wang Yue held the tree trunk with one hand, and stepped on the inside, slowly pushing forward step by step, until she finally reached the highest point of the fishman village.

Here, he could see identical wooden huts built all over the beach, and there were already 100 of them in sight.

Except for the Prophet's house, other huts are crowded with more than a dozen murlocs, so there should be 2000 murlocs on the beach.

There is a stone statue near the land. The statue is a human man. Wang Yue guessed that he is someone from Free Town.

He looked at the direction he was drifting from. There was no sight of the castle there at all, for the sun was setting and the east was beginning to turn blue.

(End of this chapter)