After mastering the resurrection technique, they begged me to extend their lives.

Chapter 84 Yes, we sacrificed the snake witch.

The sea breeze gradually subsided, and dusk was approaching.

"Mrgl——Glujglu————"

Three brown-scaled fishmen, wielding spiked spears and making gurgling noises, climbed up the large ship's climbing net.

Although they looked slippery and had rather fierce expressions, An Xiao could tell that this group of fishmen did not have the same aggressive intentions as they had at first.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be just a few people coming up, but the whole group coming out.

"Boss, what are they saying?"

Hela gripped her staff tightly, frowning as she stared at the entrance on the side of the ship.

An Xiao naturally couldn't understand the meaning conveyed by the fish-man language, nor could the little fox and Yan Yaren understand it.

Fortunately, the last, elderly prophet on the other side knew some of the common language, enabling him to communicate and exchange information in the most basic way.

"I am Mo Chao, the prophet of the Brownscale Clan. Human, I want to talk to you."

The old prophet, holding a seashell staff, appeared old and frail, and was carried aboard by a muscular murloc.

"So you're Mo Chao, the one who wanted to lead your people to sacrifice me?"

An Xiao didn't laugh or joke.

He stood at the bow of the ship, staring coldly at Mo Chao, giving him no friendly look.

He could roughly guess why the fish-people had changed their minds, shifting from plundering to communication.

My magic can transform corpses into fighting power, and right now I can control the pirate corpses on this entire ship, enough to at least cut open a swarm of merfolk.

[If they also suffer casualties, then with my combination of "Sacrifice Pact" and "Last Stand," they will be reduced to at least half their original strength.]

Another reason is that the average combat strength of the fishmen is very low, even lower than that of the harpies.

They win entirely through sheer numbers.

A single swarm of murlocs can easily number seven or eight hundred. Even if each one is only level 25 to 30, a single volley of spears can still inflict considerable damage.

"It's a misunderstanding, human boy, it's a misunderstanding."

The Prophet of Ink Tide, with his back hunched, forced out a chrysanthemum-like smile and explained, "Our Brown Scale tribe was driven out of the Swamp Kingdom and came to this rocky area. We simply don't have enough space to survive."

It was already a difficult victory to rob the pirates once, and we don't want to disturb our ancestors any further unless absolutely necessary.

Sacrifice was truly a last resort, a desperate measure.

"Is that so?"

An Xiao almost laughed, but he wasn't in a hurry. He continued, "What do you get in return for the sacrifice? Can your ancestors really bestow tangible benefits upon your tribe?"

"That's right."

Mo Chao proudly held up the round orb in his left palm: "This is the Divine Calendar Orb, a legacy left to us by our ancestors. Human youth, if you are interested, I think we can discuss a transaction between you and this orb."

"Oh?"

A green light flashed in An Xiao's pupils, "Creative Gaze | Instantly locked onto the treasure in the prophet's hand."

He squinted and stared at it for three breaths.

Holy crap, this is amazing!

The conclusion is obvious.

For a fleeting moment, the thought of killing the fish and robbing it actually crossed my mind.

[Experience Orbs, known as "Experience God Orbs" among the fish, can greatly increase the experience gained by a single target. Teams and groups also receive corresponding benefits.]

It's important to know that in any game, the earlier you obtain such a powerful artifact, the better its value.

For example, if you get an experience orb at level 99, which increases your experience gain by 30%, then you only have level 1 of the benefits left to enjoy. This is a world of difference compared to getting the same orb at level 1 and using it until level 100.

So when the merman suddenly pulled out this thing, even though An Xiao prided himself on being a "kind warlock," the dark side of his heart was inevitably stirred up.

If I possessed this item, wouldn't my creations undergo a qualitative transformation under my multiple influences?

Whether they go to Endedes to develop their character or somewhere else to grind levels, I'll increase my efficiency by at least 30%. They'll also get a taste of the soup and a boost in combat power from me.

No matter what.

The fishmen aren't attacking us proactively, and their tone is relatively polite.

Most importantly, the amount of mana in my body has run out.

Although this battle on the ship created a sustainable cycle, the "Sacrifice Pact" only recovered 30% of the mana, so it was still a loss overall. If they really fought the murlocs to the death, they could only fight for half the battle before running out of steam.

The fishmen didn't want to lose any of their people, and they didn't want to be wiped out.

"OK."

With this in mind, An Xiao made an invitation gesture, gesturing for Lao Mochao to sit down and talk.

"Let me hear what you need."

The two arrived at the sun umbrella at the bow of the ship. Amidst the bloodstains and corpses scattered on the ground, the human and the fish-man sat on two rocking chairs, rocking towards each other.

The scene was rather comical.

"Very good, human boy, your magnanimity has attracted me."

Old Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and the two merman warriors standing to its left were no longer so tense.

"I'll be frank. My tribe needs a more stable place with sufficient resources for long-term development."

"Although this shallow area is rich in aquatic life and food is plentiful, we will face the Naga's pursuit sooner or later."

"Those guys know perfectly well how precious the treasure I possess is, and that I can't keep it. And most importantly, I control the core secret technique, and they don't want me to continue living."

An Xiao was quite surprised after hearing this.

Originally, An Xiao wasn't particularly interested in the old fishman, but after hearing what it said, she couldn't help but squeeze out 1 Mana again out of curiosity and cast an Appraisal spell on Mo Chao.

[Prophet Ink Tide, LV40, Murloc]

[The spiritual leader of the Brownscale tribe, the Fish of Destiny, has been eccentric since childhood, able to hear voices inaudible to other members of the tribe and to foresee the future of the clan.]

[Talents: Ritualistics SSS, Ancient Curse Translation (Exclusive), Strength F, Agility F, Speed ​​F, Stamina F, Intelligence S]

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Now, An Xiao understood.

It turns out this old prophet wants to move to a different location. Resources and pursuers aren't the main issues; rather, he probably wants to continue his evil rituals.

Others might think, "What kind of culture could a fishman possibly have? Even if they know some evil magic, they certainly can't make a name for themselves. In the end, they'll just end up with nothing special."

But An Xiao understood.

Each race in "Isekai Rhapsody" has its own reason for existence and its core heritage.

Since rituals can yield orange-quality items like "Experience Orbs," continuing to hold rituals will surely yield similar items.

In other words, it's an SSS-level, legendary quality item.

"Tell me, what kind of location is suitable for fishmen to live in?"

An Xiao decided to help it figure it out.

Mo Chao pondered for a moment, just about to speak.

Suddenly, the merman warrior Pegara beside him opened his mouth and shouted, "GImrgl! Murgle!"

(Fishman's words: There can be no pursuers or enemies.)

"Oh right, right."

Mo Chao nodded repeatedly: "There can't be any foreign races of too high a level, there can't be any large demonic beasts occupying a certain area, it can't be quiet, it can't be hidden, and in addition, there must be resources that can be collected."

Mo Chao put forward his basic request, hoping that An Xiao could help him find a place to go.

"We need a new base, a stable living environment."

"We also want the pirates' large ship, as well as four smaller ships."

"————"

After hearing this, An Xiao thought the old man had quite an appetite.

They don't want to suffer any casualties, yet they want to satisfy all the demands, and even reap the benefits.

These ships were very expensive to build, especially the long-range ships, which were the culmination of years of development by the pirates.

The sails and magical cannons on the ship alone were already very expensive.

If they can't reach an agreement, I might not be able to take these ships with me, since they are what they want.

If things really fall apart, a fight could still break out.

"so."

An Xiao calmly replied, "I do know a location that meets your needs."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Chao immediately became interested, leaning his aged body forward to listen attentively.

"In the Radel Jungle region, there is a territory that belongs to me, called the Northwest Slope."

"The northwest slope?"

"right."

An Xiao explained in detail, "That place was originally a stronghold of harpies. It was in an excellent location. By occupying the hilltop, we could monitor the movements of all the human merchants and adventurers below. Now that they are all leaving with me, leaving the stronghold empty is not a solution."

"If your tribe is willing to set up camp there, I think, firstly, regarding security, Radel is surrounded by level 20..."

The wild beasts within are certainly no threat to the nobles;

"Secondly, the merchants were plundered once, the adventurers were wiped out, and even the dragon riders of Aleient perished once. This means that the environment there will definitely be calm and peaceful in the near future, which meets your need for 'quiet'."

"Third, only with quiet can we continue to set up the altar and perform the rituals. The area is lush with trees, so even if you study evil magic every day, you will not be disturbed or noticed by outsiders."

"The harpy stronghold is far superior to your shallow waters. If you really intend to develop there long-term, the area adjacent to the swamps and ponds almost perfectly meets all your previous requirements."

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"My needs are also very simple. First, you must have your tribe escort me to Endedes."

Then, the boat is yours; you'll have to figure out how to sail it back to Radel yourself.

But I must get my people to our destination safely; that's a hard requirement.

An Xiao said seriously, "Your precious pearl will come next."

Leave it to me, and I can provide you with some degree of protection when you return to this land.

The premise is that you do not cause trouble, and that the future ancestral legacy will be shared equally with me.

If you can do that, then the deal will be done immediately.

An Xiao made it clear.

Old Mochao understood as well.

"The jewel is yours, the ship is mine, and the land is mine. I will send my warriors with you to Endedes, and upon our return, the treasures of our future ancestors will be shared with you."

"Yes."

An Xiao made a gesture, "Knowledge, share it with me."

Old Mo hesitated for a moment, as if there was still something blocking his way.

An Xiao could probably guess it too.

It's about "offerings".

After all, the fishmen didn't manage to get any offerings.

Therefore, if we want to continue performing the ceremony, we will definitely have to find and collect materials again.

Their requirement appears to be "advanced spellcasters".

This level of sophistication is definitely not something you'd find in the market.

"If there are no suitable offerings, the ritual cannot be performed, right?"

"————That's right."

Lao Mochao never expected that An Xiao was so considerate, even perceptive, able to accurately pinpoint the pain points of his tribe.

An Xiao pondered for a moment, then patiently asked, "So, besides me, what kind of beings are similar and meet the requirements for being a sacrifice? Can you give me a range?"

"Can."

Old Mo Chao slowly revealed, "Actually, the reason we succeeded in our first sacrifice was because—we offered the snake-woman witch as a sacrifice to our ancestors."

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"In fact, we were originally inhabitants of the Honduras Swamp, but after the Serpent People entered, they colluded with the Lizard People, determined to establish some new kingdom."

"They say we have high reproductive rates and occupy a lot of resources, but only we know that this is all a conspiracy by the remnants of the Naga!"

"After the Rafilas Forest was locked, the elves addicted to magic lost their source of magic. Some were disfigured, while others began to mutate. This is how the Naga race came to be."

"They need a country, a larger power, to reclaim the ancient forest and the spring, so they naturally need to find new pawns to use."

The snake-people, who bore a striking resemblance to them in appearance and genes, and considering their predicament, were approached by the Naga who secretly manipulated them into completing their land-claiming mission.

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"Our merfolk tribes were wiped out and exterminated one by one by them!"

"But I had a strange encounter since childhood, and I possess a ritual book that can communicate with the souls of my ancestors."

"Ancestors" refers not to a single ancestor, but to the spirits of many ancestors that exist in the heavens.

Their preferences differed, and the offerings they required were completely different.

Only I can understand the obscure content inside.

Therefore, I commanded my tribe's warriors to use all their strength to imprison both the Naga and the snake witch during their secret rendezvous! Furthermore, to retaliate against the snake people's foolish decision, I sacrificed the snake witch to the ancestor of mermaids when they rescued her!

"My mermaid ancestor responded to me. She enjoys such delicious food. She likes offerings with 'excessive magical concentration'."

"The snake witch once obtained a small bottle of 'magic spring essence' in a deal with the Naga."

"In other words, she stole and drank the magic essence that would make any mage addicted."

"The concentration of magic power within her body far exceeds that of ordinary people."

"Our ancestor was very satisfied."

Then, a "precious pearl" fell from the sky.

"Our tribe has been protected by our ancestors."

Old Mochao stood up and shakily extended his sticky hand that held up the dazzling pearl.

He shouted excitedly, "Gluglok, Mrglga!"

(Fishman's words: The ultimate treasure—trade!)

An Xiao took a deep breath.

Finally, I understood the ins and outs of the incident from an objective perspective.

"Therefore, any being of a high rank with an unusually high concentration of magic, whether humanoid or monster, can be sacrificed in exchange for the 'orb'."

"Yes."

Lao Mochao nodded solemnly.

"very good."

After thinking about it, An Xiao decided that if she could obtain any new "sacrifices" that met the standards while developing in Endedes, she would bring them back after her resurrection and give them to Old Mo Chao so that it could perform a sacrifice and see if it could extract some new orbs.

If I'm not mistaken, since the ancestor had "Experience Orbs," she must also have similar "Magic Orbs," "Spirit Orbs," "Critical Hit Orbs," and "Lucky Orbs."

We must hold onto any usable inheritance.

He shared his thoughts.

"To share with you."

Upon hearing this, Lao Mochao immediately handed over the precious pearl.

"Glugmurl!" (Fishman language: promise)

At this moment.

In the history of the continent of Vain, humans and merfolk made a sinister deal that would shake the world.

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