Chapter 854: Chapter 515: Deputy Legion Commander Yalvis, the Rapids Tribe’s Reaction

"Did Yalvis really lead the Skeleton Knights away?"

(Indeed, Yalvis’s knightly spirit may not be as intense as Richardson’s, but it was enough to reverse its killing motive. To avoid slaughter, it chose to leave with its subordinates.)

Seeing this answer, Zong Shen breathed a slight sigh of relief.

As a former Deputy Legion Commander, it was quite natural for Yalvis to tame these Skeleton Knights.

Originally, these guys were its subordinates during their lifetimes, so it was only natural for them to follow its orders even after becoming undead.

Having received the strategy answer, Zong Shen felt much more at ease.

However, the gloom hadn’t completely dissipated.

"Is there something wrong with the remaining passage in the ruins?"

(No problem, all the Lion Skeleton Knights have been alerted and have left.)

He further inquired as if supplementing his earlier question.

Once again, he received a reassuring answer.

The sense of oppression in his heart decreased again.

He wouldn’t ask where the oppression came from.

Such questions lack any informational basis, and the Guide Module would not provide an answer.

Therefore, he gave up on further inquiry.

However, he felt that he seemed to have overlooked something...

Now he could only hope that this passage could be successfully excavated.

He could only truly regain peace of mind by completely leaving this place.

...

Meanwhile.

The large-scale movement of the Lion Skeleton Knights alarmed the Shallow Water Fishmen of the Rapids Tribe.

Their response was actually quite intense.

It wasn’t just about increasing sentinels.

More information had already been gathered in the tribal headquarters on the north shore of the lake.

There was a square pyramid-shaped stone altar here.

Beside the altar was a massive round wooden hut.

This wooden hut exuded a primitive style.

Huge bones were hung outside the wooden hut.

Some were fish bones, others from different animals.

These bones had been gnawed clean, pure white and flawless, like decorations outside.

There were also some peculiarly shaped wood carvings.

They stood like totem pillars on both sides.

Above them were carved the mighty images of Fishman Warriors.

At least in terms of carving, they appeared mighty and strong.

At this time, a small team of Fishmen came from the lake surface, riding on giant Fin-Exposing Fish Beasts, just like riding jet skis, quickly reaching the north shore of the lake.

These Fishmen’s skin was not the common light blue but gray-brown.

Their movements were swift, and as soon as the fish beasts reached the shore, they jumped onto the lakeside.

Their webbed feet stepped on the muddy lakeside like water ducks, quickly advancing.

They entered the domed wooden hut and began to report rapidly.

Fishmen had their language, which sounded gibberish and somewhat noisy.

It was akin to the croaking of frogs and toads.

This was a unique language system.

There were six individuals with magic staffs in the hut.

Unlike humans, one couldn’t judge a Fishman’s age by their appearance.

These individuals weren’t long-lived, generally having a lifespan less than half that of humans of the same tier.

They had huge fish heads, showing no signs of aging.

Even at an extremely old age, they appeared full of collagen.

These Fishmen were dressed in coarse hemp garments, holding differently styled magic staffs.

At the top of these staffs was a blue treasure pearl the size of a goose egg.

Judging by their appearance, they were very different from magic gemstones, but still surged with vibrant Water Magic Power. Additionally, the Fishmen’s faces were tattooed.

The light blue Fish heads had no concept of expression, but with tattoos, their appearance became much richer. Their eyes were large but had average vision, comparable to humans.

Besides, they had various different accessories on them.

Some very primitive, others quite exquisite, mostly items with magical effects.

These came from their individual collections.

These six Fishmen were the Overlord Level Wave Controllers in the Rapids Tribe.

They collectively commanded the entire Rapids Tribe.

The brown-skinned Fishmen were Captain Level Fishman Nightwalkers.

There were a total of 125 in the tribe, and they were the scouts of the tribe.

They naturally had the skill of Tier Three Stealth.

Especially in water and at night, their stealth effect would be maximized, reaching Tier Four Stealth, equivalent to Tier Four Scouts in the various kingdoms.

Moreover, their swimming speed exceeded that of ordinary Fishman Warriors.

For this occasion, this team of Fishman Nightwalkers personally returned to report.

Immediately, the sounds of chattering filled the wooden hut.

"Elder, there’s unrest on the south shore..."

"A damned group of Lion Skeleton Knights suddenly left the underground ruins."

The leading Fishman Nightwalker, holding a fish spear, slightly lowered its large head and faithfully reported.

"How many?"

"Did they come to attack?"

One of the Wave Controllers asked further.

"Elder, the number should be between twenty and thirty."

"Due to the distance, this number is just an estimate from Captain Ga Mo."

"After they left the underground, they headed east and went straight into the forest."

"Their speed was fast; the pursuing Shallow Water Wanderers couldn’t catch up."

"They probably won’t return in a short time."

The Fishman Nightwalker truthfully reported the situation relayed from the eastern and western shore sentinels.

"Twenty or thirty, huh..."

"Does that mean there are still roughly the same number of Skeleton Knights left in the underground ruins?"

"This is indeed a good opportunity."

"Those damned undead have always been a major threat lingering by the lakeside."

"And perhaps what we need is in those ruins."

"It’s time to drive those damned undead away."

"We can definitely eliminate the remaining Skeleton Knights."

At this point, the Fishman Elder paused.

It looked around at the surrounding Wave Controllers, who were also the elders of the tribe.

Waiting for their opinions.