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Chapter 285 Cooperation (Supplement)

(PS: I wasn't feeling well yesterday, so this chapter is to make up for the one I missed yesterday.)
Upon hearing Pula's voice, the fishman who had been talking until his throat was dry in front of the gate looked resentful and thought to himself, "If you had come out earlier, I wouldn't have had to talk so much."

Upon hearing what Pula said, it quickly went forward to communicate.

The two fish-men began to communicate in a low, guttural voice.

After exchanging words, Pula turned to Qin Ziwen and said, "Master, it says that a great disaster is about to strike. They want to invite us to cooperate in hunting down the source of the disaster. If we can stop the disaster, they are willing to offer the Apocalypse Card as a reward."

Qin Ziwen paused, "The Card of Apocalypse? What's that?"

With Pula's explanation, Qin Ziwen understood that this Apocalypse Card was the card he understood.

It would have been fine if the cards hadn't been mentioned, but as soon as the cards were brought up, Qin Ziwen was reminded of the figure he hadn't caught up with in the ocean.

He thought of those underwater altars. If these merfolk could take the cards, how many cards would they have accumulated over the years?

"I want to know how they know the cards and how they can take them away."

Pula stepped forward to speak with him, and then, upon hearing Pula's account, Qin Ziwen's face darkened.

It turns out that these altars don't refresh continuously; instead, they only refresh cards when these beings, whom the Murlocs call "Apocalypse," arrive.

Therefore, whenever the murlocs discover that cards are being refreshed at the altars in their dwelling places, they know that an apocalypse is about to occur.

Alright, alright, that explains why I couldn't find the altar last time. Turns out you guys secretly took it.

Qin Ziwen made a mental note of it.

"My main question is, how were they able to take the cards?"

Pula turned to ask.

Pula quickly replied, "Master, it says they are born with the ability to pick up cards."

"Born to take it?" Qin Ziwen frowned. Could these fish-men also be descendants of the homeland?

Or rather, they have other methods.

Unable to figure it out, with too few clues, Qin Ziwen was too lazy to guess. He just needed to know that the merfolk could get cards.

What is the great catastrophe they are talking about?

Pula relayed the information and then answered, "They call it the Thousand-Eyed Death God, which rises from the deep sea after each apocalypse to devour all living beings."

"The Thousand-Eyed Reaper?"

Qin Ziwen frowned and pondered.

He suddenly thought of something that had the words "thousand eyes" on it. Could it be the Thousand-Eyed Serpent on the Heavenly Ladder Ranking?
“Tell them that if they want to cooperate, they should first bring over the advanced cards to show their sincerity. Since they know these cards are useful to us, they should know that giving us the cards sooner will also help our cooperation, right?”

Upon hearing Pula's account, the fish-man was somewhat bewildered. It felt that there was some truth to it, but it couldn't make the decision itself.

The fishman prostrated himself before Qin Ziwen, bowing respectfully.

Then slowly retreat back into the sea.

The other fishmen remained seated on the surrounding rocks, while the torrential rain continued to pour down from the sky.

After a while, the fish-man surfaced.

It gripped the rocks with both hands, used its arms to climb up.

Upon approaching Qin Ziwen, the fishman touched his brow and then bowed in respect.

Then it turned around and spoke to Pula.

"You mean, their leader agreed to give me a card first, but it needs something in return for trust."

At this point, Qin Ziwen frowned, "What do they want?"

Pula stammered, "Respected master, they wish you to marry their daughter."

"He wants me to marry his daughter!?" Qin Ziwen leaned back abruptly. He glanced at Pula, who had a hunched back and rather peculiar appearance.

Then he turned his head to look at the other strangely shaped fishmen around him, and finally his gaze fell on the three moving "defenses" on the edge of the reef.

He was immediately enraged, "You think I'm someone who can't be subdued by power or corrupted by wealth?!"

When Pula saw that his master was angry, he quickly shrank back. He knew that his master would definitely not agree.

"Pfft!" Qin Ziwu almost couldn't help but laugh, teasingly saying, "Big brother, why don't you just go for it? She's a merman princess. In stories like this, usually the ugliest races have a beautiful princess who's as pretty as a flower."

Qin Ziwen glanced at him, then suddenly seemed to be thinking: "How about I send you to be married off? That seems like a good idea. You are my own brother, and no one is more suitable than you except me."

Qin Ziwu was dumbfounded.

Qin Ziwen withdrew his gaze. "Pula, tell them that they are the ones begging us, not the other way around! When you ask for help, you should act like one! We can refuse to give them the cards first, but let them send some murloc warriors over. Otherwise, let them deal with that snake themselves."

To everyone's surprise, the merfolk actually agreed to send Qin Ziwen a group of merfolk warriors.

They also gave him a palm-sized purple fish scale as a token.

Through this token, he can control the group of fishmen who come ashore.

Qin Ziwen's gaze fell on the group of fishmen around him.

It's hard to imagine that the term "misfit" could be used to describe so many fishmen at the same time.

"Are these all your fellow artisans? Are the three behind you from the Hunting Clan or the Turbid Clan?"

“Master, those three are from the Turbid Clan.”

"Not even a single member of the Hunting Clan." Qin Ziwen was somewhat surprised.

He then smiled knowingly.

Can't even the Hunting Clan, who are supposed to be there to back us up, send out their forces?

It seems this murloc tribe is weaker than we thought.

It's better to be a little weak.

When Qin Ziwen took out the fish scales, the eighty-six fish-men in front of him simultaneously prostrated themselves.

According to Pra, the merfolk tribe has a strict hierarchy, and he can see that they often prostrate themselves or kneel down.

This was the first time he had ever met the Zhuo tribe. "Come here."

He waved to the fat man from the Three-Headed Turbid Clan.

"Awooo!" The three fat fishmen climbed upwards, their speed and agility were more than expected, and their wriggling did not seem to require much effort.

As they approached, Qin Ziwen discovered up close that they were quite large, exceeding four meters in length, and similar in size to walruses.

Its body is completely bald, without any hair.

The layers of fat piled up like a mountain of meat.

It's so heavy, yet it's so agile; it must be incredibly strong.

Interestingly, this physique only qualified him for the Zhuo tribe, not the Shou tribe.

How powerful must the Hunting Clan be?

Qin Ziwen summoned Jia Liangcai and explained the current situation of temporary cooperation with the fish-men. Jia Liangcai felt that his lord's handling of the situation was acceptable.

We are currently dealing with another community, so it's not advisable to fight on two fronts. The best strategy is to stabilize the Murlocs first.

Furthermore, the lord also borrowed some troops from the merfolk, which was a good opportunity to test the merfolk's fighting strength.

We'll deal with the Hongding Building issue gradually after that.

(End of this chapter)