The murloc boy flipped his wrist and used the scimitar to make a ball of knives, causing the other murlocs to exclaim.

Sauerkraut was dissatisfied and snorted: "It's so fancy."

 Despite this, he stared at the scimitar in the young man's hand with serious eyes.

 Because the quality of the boy's scimitar reached the level of black iron, this kind of weapon is rare among the fishmen settlement.

The leader of the caravan, Old Brown Lin, is also a black man. After struggling all his life, he only has two bronze-level scimitars. Sauerkraut himself only has ordinary scimitars. The pair of bronze scimitars in his hands now were specially lent to him by his master, Old Brown Lin.

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 His master usually cherished these pair of bronze scimitars, so this was the first time for Sauerkraut to use them openly.

Sauerkraut was both excited and nervous: "I wonder if Master's baby can withstand the black iron scimitar on the other side?"

 The fishman boy was playing with his knife as he slowly and leisurely approached the pickled cabbage.

 Sauerkraut was very cautious, holding the knife in front of his chest with both hands, stooping and arching his back, constantly moving his steps.

 Suddenly!

 The fishman boy rushed forward suddenly.

 The besieging murlocs thought that the two sides were going to fight for a while, but unexpectedly they rushed to attack, and they all screamed in surprise.

 Amidst the exclamations of everyone, the fishman boy rushed in front of the pickled cabbage in the blink of an eye.

 Sauerkraut was always prepared, and without any surprise, he calmly raised his two swords high, trying to withstand the young man's direct attack.

The young man suddenly changed his movements. He threw the scimitar as a flying knife and threw it with all his strength.
Chapter completed!