C15 There will be a Day When the Devilish Brat Grows up

The negotiation didn't come to an end.

The young Deep One Priest soaked himself in the water. Even though he had been in the water for a long time, he could still smell the disgusting smell of the Flyer on his body.

Although the young Deep One did not have any mysophobia, the smell was too overbearing.

No wonder there were no fish in this place...

Deep One Priest lay in the water, allowing his thoughts to wander freely.

Those Flyer were famous for being difficult to communicate with, even though he had told them that the valley had been breached once. The other side still didn't want to make a move. These things who called themselves the Children of the Wind would never show mercy to those who had no ability to resist on the ground. However, after what happened this time, the young Deep One knew that the other side wasn't as brave as they looked.

Faced with something that could threaten them, the Flyer chose to escape...

These things that called themselves the Wind's Child were already finished. The young Deep One had learned too many similar examples during the cultivation of becoming a priest. It was foolish to recklessly face a threat, but facing a threat head-on was undoubtedly a kind of wisdom, and blindly avoiding a threat... They had already given up on themselves.

Thinking of the Flyer that grabbed him high up in the sky and threw him into the sea, the young Deep One's mood became even worse. Would he only show off in front of a target that did not have the ability to resist? Their warriors no longer had any honor. Their path was not far away.

However, the information had already been sent. The other party's gods would know about the appearance of a new god. That was enough.

If the gods could not resist with extraordinary strength, what about resisting with divine strength?

The young Deep One Priest suddenly stood up.

...

He could not think too much. Nothing could be done in a hurry. The surging waves could not do anything to the hard stones. They could only wash them over a long period of time.

Rubbing the round stones that he had dug out from the altar, the young Deep One Priest laid down in the water again.

Let's get rid of the disgusting smell of the corpse first. The soldiers on the frontlines might not mind, but if he still carried such a smell when he returned, the females in the clan might have to walk around him.

But... remember, the priests said that he needed to bring reinforcements from the Flyer before he could go back?

Forget it, it doesn't matter...

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Like the merfolk, the prawns were also preparing for the next war.

Unlike those Deep One that couldn't fight and could retreat along the tide, the shrimp people couldn't afford even a single failure. In order to survive, fighting with their lives on the line was inevitable.

In the face of the enemy, fighting with their lives on the line was possible. If they didn't fight with their lives on the line, they would definitely die. The remaining shrimp people in the last battle had a very deep understanding of this point.

Apart from some who were responsible for planting and herding, there were no longer any signs of adult prawns in the valley. Even the number of young prawns had decreased significantly - they had to study the Path of Runes in batches, so they didn't have much time to move around.

As for the warriors' martial skills... the shrimp people's combat skills required a lot of physical fitness. Before the shrimp people became adults, there was no other possibility besides training themselves to death.

Under Shrimp Leader's leadership, most of the adult shrimp warriors were learning the Path of Runes while reconstructing the inner walls of the valley.

The old runes had lost their power, so they were replaced with new ones. The old fortress had been breached, so they could use this shell to create another one.

They could not place all their hopes on the gods. The trial of the popular people had to be completed by themselves. Shrimp Leader knew that it was already an extraordinary grace for the gods to personally take action. If they wanted to use this opportunity to ask for more, the prawn corpses that were scattered all over the valley would be the result.

Shrimp Leader still remembered that they had prayed day and night to rely on the gods to solve everything, and the gods had responded to them - watching these crayfish die because of greed.

The life and death of the people of fire were only in their hands. If they made a choice, they would have to pay the price. Perhaps this was what the gods wanted to convey.

However, now was not the time to comprehend the teachings of the gods. Shrimp Leader shook his head. He threw the pointless thoughts out of his mind. He was very busy right now. Although the remaining shrimp people were all working hard to learn the Path of Runes, there were not many that could be used in the beginning. There was a lot of work to be done in the valley, and there was work to be done everywhere - he still had to spare some time to give the prawns a lesson.

Everything had to be done as soon as possible. The enemy would not wait for them to finish building the new fortress leisurely. They had to do their best to ensure stability. Otherwise, the enemy would not need to attack. The conflicting runes would blow up the entire valley. The shrimp people were not honest. They had secretly carved strange creatures on the runic stone slabs that were used as teaching materials. They had been caught more than once.

This reminded Shrimp Leader of when he was young. He had also been able to stir up trouble like this.

The mentor who had enlightened him must have had a headache too, right?

Perhaps they were even more troublesome... Looking at the prawn people who were climbing onto the bodies of the gods in the distant square and sliding down, the prawn leader's prawn face darkened.

However, it seemed like the gods did not have any aversion. They even stretched out their legs to let the prawn people play more happily.

Perhaps this was the mercy of the gods...

However, since when had he been unable to control his thoughts?

Am I already getting old?

Shaking his head to drive these thoughts out of his mind, Shrimp Leader turned around and walked into the rock wall.

There were still a few nodes that needed to be dealt with today. Time was precious.

Time was life.

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Du Kang, who was in the square, did not know that the shrimp people were carrying out the big project of renovating the valley. He only knew that these shrimp people had become much quieter recently.

However, the little guy that was crawling all over his body had no intention of being quiet at all.

But it did not matter. Du Kang could not sense any malicious intentions from these little guys. They could not hurt Du Kang even if they had malicious intentions. Even if the shrimp people were at their peak, they might not have the ability to do such a magnificent feat.

Even if Du Kang tore down the entire valley, it would not take long. Perhaps it would take Du Kang enough time to eat half a roasted dinosaur if he tore down two of these valleys.

Lying lazily on the ground, Du Kang's mountain-like body became a playground for the shrimp people. Occasionally, there would be a group of herding dinosaurs passing by the square. Du Kang would simply draw one of the dinosaurs out of the square with his sweeping legs and show them his half-cooked cooking skills. The dinosaurs that Du Kang could not even take off their fur were indeed half-cooked.

The shrimp people would no longer come to the square to divide the meat. Instead, they would be divided by some shrimp people and sent to the rock wall.

It seemed like these prawns were very busy.

However, with these noisy shrimp people, Du Kang did not feel that there was anything boring about it.

Day and night, the shrimp people gradually grew up. They went to the rock wall to follow Shrimp Leader to continue modifying the valley. Du Kang, who was in the square, also gradually felt that it was meaningless.

Perhaps sleeping was a good choice. The stone slabs in the square were like natural beds to Du Kang.

However, what Du Kang did not know was that just as he wanted to rest, something rushed into the valley.

It carried a deep malicious intent.