the end of the heavens

"The Trench Race is a country that was split from Atlantis. Due to the reverse evolution of all members, the country perished, and it was called a new species.

Mera spoke quickly: "They are brutal sea beasts with low intelligence. They live by hunting other species, and occasionally attack passing ships and humans at night when there is heavy rain. Because they have no IQ and cannot communicate, they are difficult to control. Think Talking to them is wishful thinking."

The implication is that there is no possibility of a peaceful solution, and the three of them will be treated as food.

"Ho Ho Ho—"

Russell waved his fist and swept around, only to see shadows swimming at high speed like torrents interspersed back and forth in the pitch-black sea.

It was a huge group of humanoid sea monsters. Under the force of the strong light, they slowed down and approached a little bit, and the encircling net was already airtight.

Russell frowned, touched the trident silently, and the flashlight suddenly turned off under the exclamation of Mera and Arthur.

In an instant, the entire sea area boiled, and screams and roars came from all directions crazily.

Almost at the same time, Arthur and Mera were also boiling, but when the two of them boiled, they found that they were the only ones left yelling, and the rest of the place was eerily silent.

"Do you know... are the Trench people still human?"

Russell asked abruptly, waking up the two of them in astonishment. They looked at the endless Trench Clan in all directions in amazement, wondering why the monsters didn't rush over directly.

Obviously, as long as they charge once, they can have a full meal.

Is it because of the fear of uneven distribution of spoils?

At this moment, a Trench Race monster swam out alone, landed on the ground, and walked slowly towards the water polo.

Mera's eyes brightened. She had never heard of the Trench Race having a leader. It didn't seem to be the case. They had high intelligence among them.

Whoa!

Trench monsters passed through the water polo, and roared dissatisfied under the lights lit by Russell's fingertips.

"Don't call!"

Russell said angrily, and when the words fell, the sea monsters of the Trench tribe immediately closed their mouths.

This scene left Mera and Arthur speechless. They looked at each other and saw doubts in each other's eyes.

so honest?

Russell looked up and down the weird murloc in the deep sea. His whole body was slender like skin and bones, and his limbs did not match his body. His head bowed and his legs were still more than 2 meters bent. If he stood upright, he might reach a height of 3 meters.

In terms of appearance, it has nothing to do with ugliness, it can be as scary as it is.

The standard configuration has a big mouth, sharp teeth and claws on the limbs, and red fins with spikes on the head, back, buttocks, arms and legs.

It's not an exaggeration to say it's a bone spur!

"Russell, can you communicate with the Trench tribe?" Arthur couldn't help asking when he saw that Russell and the Trench tribe monsters were silent, and looked at each other affectionately.

Russell rolled his eyes: "What's so strange about this, can't you also talk to fish?"

"Arthur, can you talk to fish?"

Mera's whole body is not well, how do you talk to fish and dance?

"Don't listen to his nonsense, how can I talk to fish."

Arthur rolled his eyes. It wasn't that he couldn't do it, but that the fish couldn't do it: "With my IQ... no, with the fish's IQ, I can't communicate normally at all. I just established a telepathy with the fish to control their actions."

"It's the same reason, the situation here is similar..."

Russell then said: "I used telepathy to control this Trench Race, that's why he became so docile."

It makes sense, but there seems to be something wrong, Arthur frowned and thought hard, and Mera said directly: "Then what happened to the other Trench tribes, why are they still motionless?"

Arthur suddenly realized, and immediately nodded. Yes, this is the question he wanted to ask, but it was a pity that Meera asked it first.

But it doesn't matter, this is his fiancée, no matter who asks.

"I saw that it was not difficult to control, so I controlled the whole family together."

"..." x2

Russell hooked his hands at the Trench Clan in front of him, and the latter bent down consciously. Russell studied his face carefully, and repeated: "Is this thing really an Atlantean?"

The trident can control the creatures in the ocean, but creatures with high intelligence or powerful strength can choose to refuse to obey orders. Russell knew this a long time ago. What he didn't expect was that the Trench Clan was easily controlled.

Is it completely degenerated and lost its mind, or is it a new kind of marine life?

"Open your mouth!"

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"To shut up!"

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"Squat down!"

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"shake hands!"

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"Stand on your head!"

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"pee!"

"Shit, where are you peeing!"

Arthur was so angry that he kicked the Trench Clan out of the water polo, and followed him out to get wet.

Russell looked at this scene calmly, pinched his chin and thought for a while, recalling the plot in the movie [Sea King]. After Arthur got the trident, he had the power to control the will of the Trench Race, while the sea dwellers in other countries were not controlled.

If it's just a simple degeneration, it seems a little unreasonable, and the coexistence of the Trench Race and the Trident is a coincidence...

It's too coincidental!

The existence of the Trench Clan is more like guarding the Trident for generations, or a test. If you want to get the Trident, you must first pass their level.

Russell shook his head slightly. The truth is too far away from the present, and the dust buried in the long history has long been impossible to verify. There is no need to waste brain cells thinking, just treat the Trench Race as a kind of marine life.

After Russell finished thinking, Meera asked in time: "How, did you see anything?"