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A murloc slowly opened his eyes.

"Wm...ma?" The murloc's vision was blurred, his breath was weak, and his life was dying.

What he saw was a vast expanse of light.

His call was not answered, but he heard the sound of metal interlacing from time to time.

The crisp sound reminded the murloc of the sound of the collision of swords, and he suddenly recalled it with a spirit.

He remembered--he was fighting before he fell into a coma! His goal was to board the huge human warship, but he didn't expect that during the climbing process, he looked up and found a giant!

The giant swept over with a mace in his hand.

The severe pain struck with the darkness, and he vaguely heard the sound of his bones breaking and the sound of falling into the water afterwards.

After that, he didn't know anything.

"Gwall?" Murloc said again.

His vision gradually became clear.

The white light in front of him gradually diminished, and he found that he was in a room.

This room is very weird. Both the walls and the ceiling are made of metal.

He also found himself tied to a long cold table that was also metal.

The murloc wondered whether he was captured by the human race, and now he is in that big ship?

"Wmgm! wmgm!" he cried out as he struggled.

"Don't shout, your ending is doomed." A cold voice came from above the murloc's head.

The murloc was stunned, he could not hear the meaning of these words, but he understood that this was the human language.

Because he was lying on his back, he looked up in the direction above his head, looking for the owner of the voice.

He succeeded.

He saw a humanoid old man with a pair of glasses, a white beard, and ten fingers with vigor and strength, holding two daggers.

It is not accurate to say that it is a dagger, it is more like a table knife.

The murloc immediately trembled and roared in horror. Because he saw this human race old man was stretching the two metal knives in his hand to himself!

The murloc struggled frantically and burst out his unexpected power.

But it didn't work!

He was tied tightly, almost unable to move.

The Terran old man slowly and forcefully cut the metal knife into the skin of the murloc.

The murloc suddenly felt a metallic coldness, which caused him to shiver from the depths of his soul.

Then he saw that the old human race slowly cut his arm. Those two metal knives were sharp beyond his imagination. He had never seen such a sharp weapon in his life!

The human race old man cut a straight thin thread and pulled out a long wound.

Then he opened the wound to reveal the tendons, blood vessels, subcutaneous fat, etc. inside.

"Oh oh." The human race old man exclaimed, his eyes showing a faint joy of curiosity and satisfaction.

He bent down and lowered his head, brought a pair of glasses to the wound, and examined it carefully.

After watching for a while, the Terran old man was dissatisfied and put down the metal knife in his hand and replaced it with a pair of metal hooks.

Using a metal hook in one hand, he provokes the wound while digging into the tendon, turning the inside to look.

He moved cautiously, and looked very cherish, like looking at ancient books that were not well preserved and that would break when touched. After looking at one location, he shifted to another location and continued to check.

After checking the forearm, the human race old man put down all the metal tools in his hand, walked to another table, and immersed himself in the record.

From the perspective of the murloc, he couldn't see what the old man had written, only his quill pen sketching on the paper.

It seems that the record has been made, and the human race old man returned to the murloc, once again picked up the metal knife and small hook.

"Wwaga! lwamlwam!!!" the murloc roared at the old man.

The old man turned a deaf ear and looked extremely calm.

This kind of calm has deepened the fear in the murloc's heart several times!

After that, the murloc watched his body, scarred by the old man.

The human race old man studied his arms, studied his chest, studied his thighs, and didn't even let go of the roots of his thighs.

He recorded every place he studied.

The murloc yelled, and he felt that his right arm and left leg were not working.

Because the human race old man picked off his key tendon.

The old man suddenly took out a metal rod and placed it in the big mouth opened when the murloc called.

The murloc's mouth was immediately jammed, and it could only be opened and could not be closed.

The old man changed two more metal tools with very slender handles, pierced into the murloc's mouth, and began to study the structure of its mouth.

The murloc clenched his fists and kept kicking his legs. First, he felt a piece of cotton wool flicking around in his mouth. Then he felt a small knife cut off a small piece of his tongue.

There is a wound on the tongue, and the blood flow does not stop.

The Terran old man immediately stopped the bleeding.

Then, he took out a small saw and started sawing the teeth of the murloc!

In the end, it was not enough. He picked up a small hammer and a small pliers, and pulled out several murloc teeth bloody.

The murlocs were too bad to call.

Severe pain kept coming from his arms, chest, mouth, etc., and tortured him crazy.

The ancestor of the human race recorded for a while, and after returning, his movements changed from the previous fineness and became bold.

He completely opened the murloc's belly, exposing his heart, stomach, intestines, etc. to the air.

The eyes of the human race old man seemed to be shining, constantly observing the internal organs of the murloc, and from time to time he stretched out his hand to provoke the stomach or pull the intestines.

The murloc collapsed, making a whimpering cry, and he began to cry, motionless.

The human elders seem to be deaf, still studying.

After a while, he finally raised his head and picked up a metal tool like a shovel.

The murloc was already numb, but when he found that the metal shovel of the human race old man was getting closer and closer to his eyeballs, he seemed to be electrocuted and struggled again.

But it didn't work, he had no way to move it.

He cried to his god, screaming vaguely, but in the end the pain still struck.

He saw the color of blood red, and then there was darkness.

The severe pain of losing his eyes was a sign of him fainting again, and the human race old man quickly took out a potion and poured it into the mouth of the murloc.

The murloc suddenly became energetic again. He wanted to die now, but he couldn't get rid of it!

He completely broke down.

The hollow eye sockets kept bleeding and tears, and the whole body was paralyzed on the metal table, more like a dead body than a dead body.

The old man of the human race is Cangbeard.

He studied the structure of the murloc’s eye pupils, and praised: “The murloc’s pupils are more than ten times more diffuse and focused than the humans. On the seabed, where light is scarce, their pupils will expand with all their strength to capture every single ray of light. When they arrive, their pupils shrink sharply and adapt to the environment under the sun."

"If I can work out a spell or potion to make the murloc pupils out of control and naturally diffuse to the maximum extent. Then don't let us kill, these murlocs will be directly blinded by the bright light."

Cang Xu buried his head and recorded his findings.

He was joyful.

Dissecting the murloc, he took his academic treatise a small step forward from completion.

At this moment, he suddenly felt, and his eyes shifted to the Murloc.

At this moment, the murloc finally died.

Cangxu immediately flipped through his pocket watch and recorded the time. In this way, he would have a clear data on the limits of his body and spirit.

After recording the data, Cangxu quickly used the undead spell ghost creation.

This spell has a chance of failure.

This time, he failed.

Cang Xu didn't care.

Throwing the murloc corpse away, in exchange for another sleeping murloc captive, he tied it firmly to the wet metal table.

Cangxu began to dissect again.

He is very hardworking.

Under his expressionless face is his curiosity about the unknown and his desire for knowledge.

He has the inner spiritual pursuit of a first-class magician.

If it wasn't for his bloodline to restrict him, his achievements would never be stuck at the level of black iron.

One by one, the murloc captives were put on the metal table, and then turned into corpses.

Some corpses are of little value, and Cangbeard is used to practice his undead spells.

Sometimes, when a ghost is successfully created, Cangbeard will inquire about it and obtain some information.

Some corpses have better souls, so the beard turns them into soul crystals.

Some murlocs were used by him to extract memories forcibly in an attempt to create memory crystals.

When the last murloc captive died, the murmur still remained: "The samples are not enough, far from enough."

"There are some more on the captain's side, maybe I can discuss with him?"

Just as he concentrated on dissecting the murloc, a red light suddenly appeared somewhere on the bottom of the sea.

All murlocs are transformed by blood nuclei.

The murloc boy closed his eyes and stared, felt for a moment, and sighed: "The brown scale blood has been added a lot, and it hasn't been collected yet."

He can now become a complete blue scale murloc, UU reading www. uukanshu.com but this bloodline is only bronze grade.

The brown scale bloodline is black iron and is not an ideal target either.

However, the Pirates of the Righteous Group wiped out a murloc tribe and still could not gather the brown scale bloodlines.

"Although there are many murlocs, the proportion of transcendents is very low, far behind the human race."

"Among the major races, the dragon tribe has the highest proportion of transcendents. But the total population of the dragon tribe is far less than the human race."

"This may be one of the reasons Human Race has become the overlord of the world today."

The number of murlocs killed by the teenager was not many, but the dark iron bloodlines were not collected.

"Not enough, not enough." The boy shook his head.

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