"Come on, Elita!"

"Stand up!"

"Hold on a little longer!"

Ilita knelt in the ring, her eyes blurred.

With the encouragement of the patriarch, he chose to stand in the ring and compete with the young warriors of other clans. The other party and him seem to be strong, and the two have fought to exhaustion.

There was a simple gravity magic in the ring that counteracted the buoyancy of the deep sea, and the other party was still struggling to get up, but Irita was exhausted. He could hear the voices of his people, but they didn't give him extra strength. His hands and feet were shaking, and it seemed that the next moment, he was about to completely lose his strength and end this fight.

That's the end of it? Losing to an opponent who is not better than you?

Elita's consciousness was close to blurring.

But at the moment when his hands were weak and he was about to lie down, an invisible force lifted him and moistened his tired body, although the effect was weak, but it just gave him enough strength to stand up. He staggered to his feet, and the adjudicator on standby stepped forward and raised his hand.

"Illita, a warrior from the Tarta tribe, wins!"

The cheers of the Tarta tribesmen rang out from under the ring, and the members of the other tribes applauded for this wonderful battle. Only Irita stood still, looking around a little confused.

Outside the ring, Moccaros lowered his hands and stepped into the crowd.

Because the assembly of the Kaya tribe gathered members of various tribes, there was even a kraken more than five meters tall and looked like a whale walking, and the four-meter-tall Mocarus was not particularly eye-catching. He wandered at the bottom of the sea, but his gaze unconsciously fell on the surrounding creations.

Too...... Primitive.

Even more primitive than the Kraken tribe a thousand years ago.

The Kraken clan had reached a point in time when the Kraken clan had reached a point in time, and the sea magic allowed them to control the currents under the sea and control the deep sea monsters at will, and as the only intelligent race under the sea, the Kraken had already covered all the shallow waters of the South Lanman Sea, established outposts on land, and even began to march towards the deep sea - but the impact of that war was too great.

At the time when Mocarus was sealed, the Kraken had already decided to send nearly a third of its warriors to the land to fight the war. Judging from the subsequent historical records, until the complete defeat of the Thorn Elves, the Kraken clan continued to send warriors to the land - not only the backbone of the Silver and Gold Ranks, but even the kings and elders of the Holy Rank died on that meat grinder-like battlefield. But they were on the wrong side, not only did they not get the seabed metal smelting technology they urgently needed, but they also made the entire Kraken clan face a purge of high-end combat power.

The Krakens blocked everything to support that war, but they made a wrong bet and had to pay the price.

The deep sea is not safe, and it takes strong warriors to conquer territory and defend their homeland, and the Kraken clan, who have lost a full generation, have completely lost their strength to resist the predators of the deep sea, and the most powerful magicians have died on land, and even the subtle magic of the sea has lost its inheritance. As a result, the surviving Kraken clan could only be conservative, they gave up the exploration of the deep sea, gave up the advance base on land, could not defend their huge territory, and could only retreat in this small sea area.

The most serious thing is the disconnection of technology.

Whether on land or sea, the most advanced technology and the most profound knowledge will always belong to the magician, and the more powerful the magician, the more comprehensive the knowledge will be. All of the Kraken's technology is based on sea magic, and once the mages die on a large scale, the loss of technology is inevitable.

Even the most ordinary Kraken warriors a thousand years ago knew how to condense ice guns as weapons, and a thousand years later, the Krakens could only pick up the coral reefs at the bottom of the sea and fight to the death against the deep-sea predators that appeared from time to time. A thousand years ago, the Krakens built a huge deep-sea ice crystal city, and a thousand years later, the Krakens can still only live in caves and grottoes at the bottom of the sea.

What is it?

What is this?

What was the meaning of the war back then?

Tears overflowed, but they were swallowed by the ocean in an instant. No one knew that the expressionless Siren was crying. No one knows why he is sad.

The Kaya tribe is the most powerful tribe of the Kraken, and unlike many other tribes that only have one type of Kraken, the Kaya tribe is a new tribe formed by the fusion of several different Kraken tribes hundreds of years ago, so it surpasses other tribes in terms of population and the number of strong people, and has a very high voice in the Kraken clan.

The Kaya tribe is not only the leader of the Kraken, but also the vanguard of negotiations with land life, the first kraken to bring news of land life after a thousand years is from the Kaya tribe, and the main topic of this meeting of the king is to discuss the issue of negotiation with land life - this issue has been discussed for several years, but there has been no progress.

Life on land has nothing to do with life on the sea, but the strength of the other party suffocates the wise men of the Kraken clan. And when they have a deep understanding of how the other party's politics operate, everyone doesn't know if the Kraken can get a place in the other party's system.

So the negotiations were deadlocked from the start.

Using simple sea magic, Moccaros concealed his form and simply bypassed the guards and entered the heavily guarded Great Chamber. Along the way, he wished that even one of them would find him, tear him down, and tear his rudimentary disguise, but he regretted that he had made the way. The Kraken warriors, who have lost the magic of the sea, have lost even the ability to see through the most basic illusions.

But that's just the most basic illusion of the ocean!

Moccarus wanted to shout, but held back.

He didn't want to come.

There are many ways in which he can return as stronger, more mysterious, and more in control of the situation, and this time he passes by the Kaya tribe just to see what his former tribe has become - he has passed through countless small tribes, but he has been comforting and anesthetizing himself with the phrase "this is a poor country, and there are no powerful magicians". He had wanted to fulfill his fantasies in the largest tribe.

Or, shatter illusions.

But as he passed by the outside of this large crypt, his Holy Magister's powerful spiritual power suddenly sensed strange fluctuations. That wave didn't belong to the Kraken, it didn't belong to any kind of deep-sea demonic beast, and it didn't even fit any of the species in his impression. Moccarus had rightfully understood that to be some kind of new Siren magic inheritance, but right now, his heart was sinking.

The deepest crypt, the great chamber that was supposed to be for the king and the wise men to discuss important matters, was silent.

The Krakens, who have long since lost the technology of building soundproof walls, cannot stop the sound of discussion from spreading in the seawater. No matter how small or weak their voices were, it was impossible to hide the perception of a Holy Magister.

Moccarus' face sank, and he maintained his illusion as he walked through the sandstone staircase to the deepest layers.

In the humble hall, more than a dozen middle-aged and elderly krakens of different sizes stood in place.

They hung their hands, their heads bowed, and struck the same odd pose. Wisps of black energy spilled out of their bodies, sending up a series of bubbles that converged toward the center of the hall.

It was this scene that Moccaros saw.

“......”

He silently took out the trident, and the tip of the halberd lit up with a white color that belonged to ice crystals.

"O ocean, please take care of your children. ”

There was no need to recite the incantation, but Mocaros murmured prayerfully.

Then, the Extreme Cold Freeze froze the black mass in the center of the hall. The transmission of the black energy flow was cut off, and the king and the wise men, who no longer overflowed the black substance, also fainted on the spot and floated in the sea.

Unleash the spell to automatically dispel the illusion maintained by Mocarus. He carried the trident upside down, and approached the black mysterious object, which parted the sea water and shimmered with a sharp light.

Just as Mocaros was about to approach that thing, the black mist disintegrated, and tiny streams of black energy covered Moccarus's body in an instant, ignoring the kraken's hard body and directly blurring into his body. At that moment, Moccaros felt as if there were countless noisy voices trying to interfere with his spirit and manipulate his will—

But he is a holy order.

He didn't move, but the black that seeped into his body quickly bounced out, condensing into the shape of a kraken in the turbulent current.

"Why does the Kraken have a Holy Order!"

It didn't speak, but Mocaros read the message from its fluctuating mental power.

"Why does the Kraken have a Holy Order? No, the Kraken doesn't have a Holy Order. ”

Moccaros smiled dismally and lifted his trident.

"The Kraken's Holy Order died a thousand years ago. ”

He swung his halberd, and the black figure was slashed to pieces by him, and countless escaping black energy was frozen by him one by one.

"Standing here now is just a forsaken. ”

The black energy continued to gather and be smashed, and after several experiences of shattering and reorganizing, the black shadow transformed itself into an imaginary form, but Mocaros added a spiritual impact to the trident, even if it was a virtual form, it could not resist the spiritual power attack of the Holy Order, and the thing was losing and retreating, and the black around the body was becoming less and less.

He followed the black mass through the halls, through the crypts, through the countless stunned Krakens, and finally to the skies above the Kaya tribe.

All the Krakens looked up in amazement. They couldn't understand why a completely strange kraken had come out of the Great Council Chamber, chasing a monster that looked like black seaweed.

But the dense crowd gave the Black Shadow hope. He instantly spread out his body, scattering himself into countless energy streams, trying to burrow into the body of the Kraken warriors present.

But Mocaros raised his halberd.

"The Suffering of the Sirens...... It should be over. ”

"Final salute, Song of the Soul of the Sea. ”