Chapter 60 Clay’s Past

After Clay finished talking, he stood up and walked towards his home.

After he left, the small room became abuzz with people discussing the feasibility of this matter.

Clay naturally heard it, with a smile on his lips, and then continued to move forward.

In his mind, he was constantly replaying what it was like to live here when he was a child.

Clay was born into a relatively miserable family. Perhaps this is the tragedy of the fish-men tribe. His strength and worth are completely unequal.

He has never seen his mother since he was born. He can only see her true face from the surviving photos. His father said that he was captured by people on a slave ship. Human traffickers on the sea are becoming increasingly rampant, but because of him, So his father did not choose to abandon him to find his mother, but raised him.

When he was 12 years old, his father got news about his mother from nowhere, and hurriedly ran to the sea to look for his mother. Naturally, there was no news about her, and she was most likely kidnapped by human traffickers.

He was the only one left in the family, and he began to live alone in Fishman Street when he was 12 years old.

He has experienced all kinds of dirty work and all kinds of hardships, but he has never complained because he knows that it is useless even if he complains, and no one will help him. He has experienced too many cold looks.

But even so, he still thrived in this dark land. As his body grew stronger, he gradually gained the right to speak here and became the so-called master.

Maybe this is what is called rising out of the mire without staining. After he became a human master, he did not bully the weak. Instead, he took care of his fellow fishmen who had been humiliated since childhood, and held up an umbrella called protection for them.

Clay looked at the dilapidated room in front of him, and his mind kept recalling scenes of his father playing with him when he was a child.

After he practiced the abilities that Karl taught him, he could clearly feel that his strength was constantly improving. He believed that one day he would be able to find his parents on his own, even if they were just corpses.

Clay instantly clenched his fists and said viciously.

"I must find you. No matter who catches you, I must make him pay the price."

This place was once filled with memories of his childhood, and he could even recall his father's earnest teachings to him.

It's a pity that I can never go back.

Clay rolled up the sleeves on his wrists and first removed some broken structures of the dilapidated house.

Then new rocks were moved from further away. With his busy work, he quickly repaired the house to look like what he remembered. It was a pity that the people in his memory did not come back.

Clay knew that he now had a heavy task and he did not have time to stay here too long.

After repairing the house, although he was thinking a lot, he quickly fell into a deep sleep. But looking at his body twisting from time to time, you knew that he was not asleep. He had some insomnia tonight.

. . .

There is a special way to record time at the bottom of the sea. Around 8:00 the next morning, the exit of Fishman Street was filled with all kinds of fishmen. Some were tall and could reach seven or eight meters; Small, even just over a meter tall, they are all fishmen who want to go to sea and escape from here.

"Aren't you here yet?"

"It should be soon. It depends on the time."

"Really? We can join the Rocks Pirates."

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, there are so many of us and we are not afraid of him lying to us."

At this moment, Zach saw a figure in the distance, walking towards here step by step.

"Come on, come on!"

He knew that it was Clay coming from a distance, after all, he had watched Clay return home yesterday.

"Clay, come here!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Do you all want to go to sea?"

Clay released his weak sense of domineering. Under his shock, he couldn't see the end at a glance. What he didn't know was that there were 5 murlocs just for those who knew the news, and there were also a large number of people on the road. , the total population of Fish-Man Island is more than 450 million, and there are more than 100 million fish-men exiled to Fish-Man Street.

He didn't know if so many people would cause any trouble to Karl.

But looking at the people in front of him, now is obviously not the time to communicate with Mr. Karl.

Clay cleared his throat and spoke in a deep voice to everyone present.

"Those who want to go to sea have to risk their lives. I hope everyone can know."

"If you don't obey my orders after going to sea, I don't know what kind of punishment you will receive."

Zach was the first to reply.

"Don't worry, Master Clay."

Soon more people began to echo.

"We don't want to continue to survive in the darkness of this Fishman Street."

"Yes, if there was a better life, we wouldn't choose to go to sea."

"In that case, fine, our first place is here."

Clay summoned the leading few loud fishmen, namely Zach from the Swordfish Tribe, Bryn from the Giant Whale Tribe, Cassia from the Electric Eel Tribe, and Norman from the Sea Dragon Tribe.

Then he took out the map that Karl gave him and showed them the direction.

"We need to find this place first, and then I will contact Lord Carl through the phone bug."

"Are the tasks clear?"

The four people nodded.

"Clear."

Clay nodded when he saw them and put the map away.

"Okay, let's set off."

Norman from the Sea Dragon Clan immediately stopped him.

"etc!"

"There are still some people on the way, can you wait for them?"

Clay was a little shocked. It seemed like something big had happened on Fish-Man Island.

"besides?"

Clay thought for a moment, made a decision, and then contacted Carl through the phone bug.

"Then let's do this first."

Clay pointed at the four of them.

"The four of you will be squad leaders first, each leading a team towards the target location."

First, he pointed at himself and Zach. Because time was tight, he could not waste too much time on Fisherman Island. He did not have time to wait for those tribesmen who had not yet arrived. He had to complete Lord Carl's mission first.

"Zach and I will set off first."

"Brin followed."

Then he looked at Norman who stopped him when he started speaking!

"As for Cassia and Norman"

"You guys are waiting here for the next clan members."

"If there are too many people, Cassia will lead some people over first."

"If there are not many people, you two can organize the people who are going to sea and go to sea together."

In the end, Clay warned with some worry.

"Understand?"

"Don't worry, Master Clay."

"See you at the cake island."

Several of them stretched out their right hands and waved in the middle. The fishmen at this period were relatively united. They had just been swept into the fishmen street not long ago. Many of them knew each other, and there were not so many conflicts between them. deep.

"Set off!"

Clay led the way, followed closely by Zach.

"Follow us."

Tens of thousands of people followed Clay and swam to Cake Island.

After Clay left, Cassia said hesitantly to Norman.

"We really want to..."

Norman questioned Cassia instead.

"Do we have any other choice?"

"The number of clan members is increasing day by day, and you should also know that Fishman Street cannot accommodate them."

"If there is such a good place, why stop it?"

Norman watched them go away and sighed softly, his face seemed to be much older.

That's right. If they really had a choice, they wouldn't end up like this. After all, no one wants to see the people living in dire straits every day, and their lives are precarious.

An hour after Clay left, the scene was instantly filled with fishmen again.

Bryn knew he was there.

"Okay, I'm leaving too, you two remember to follow me."

Cassia and Norman kept urging Brin. Brin was the youngest among them. They were afraid that if he couldn't find the way, the people behind him could still give him a ride, so they let him go. in the second.

"Bon Voyage!"

"be safe."

Cassia patted her chest and said confidently.

"Don't worry, I'm leaving first."

A few more hours passed.

There is no one coming further away.

Cassia and Norman looked at each other without speaking, and silently led everyone out of the Fish-Man Island.

"Um!"

There were three groups of troops, and the number reached a terrifying 390,000. If it were at the beginning of the original work, they might not have such a big influence, but they were stuck in the time period when they were just driven to Fishman Street by the mermaid tribe.

This resulted in a large number of fishmen going out, and they wanted to fight for a better future for their next generation.