After assisting the little fish people to build two shacks, the first "sacrifice ceremony" on Baisha Island was officially held.

There are two bonfires. The pot on the left bonfire is cooking delicious treasure fish soup, and the pot on the right is cooking a small bag of military compressed biscuits.

Surrounding Somo who was adjusting the flavor in front of the pot, nine little fishmen held hands and chanted while turning.

"Thank you, the great God of the Ocean, for blessing our existence in the deep sea world. It was you who sent us the commander and saved us from slavery!"

"Thank you, the great God of food, for giving us such delicious food so that we no longer suffer from the cold on cold nights!"

"Thank you to the powerful commander for driving away the evil ocean guards and protecting our freedom in the deep sea world!"

After three sentences of human speech, the prayers of the murlocs turned into obscure foreign languages. When paired with the crackling sound of wood burning in the bonfire, it was extremely harmonious.

"The God of Food?"

For some reason, as these murlocs prayed, a strange feeling arose in Somo's heart.

Two days before the trial, the vague call buried deep in my heart seemed to become clearer under the close singing of the murlocs.

It was as if there was a voice saying something and conveying something.

But helplessly, considering that he was in a trial world and might be under the watch of the game, Somo resisted the idea of ​​trying to "transform" and concentrated on preparing the food pot in front of him.

As a bottle of psionic water was added to the soup pot, the eyes of the fish people suddenly changed. Somo laughed loudly and announced the start of the dinner.

"Eat, eat, you will be my team in the deep sea world!"
Chapter completed!