Humans on the continent have never had much sense of identity with the country, knowing who the reigning king is is and making dinner a little more delicious, crossing the border to pick some mushrooms in the forests of neighboring countries is not a big deal, and ordinary people have never paid much attention to the change of borders except for the accent and the same culture that bind them together.

It was not until the small states of the hills were the first to perish that the scattered citizens found spiritual support in the misery of the parasitic fence, and although they may not have spelled the name of the king or queen before, they felt that the loss of the country was all caused by the loss of the country.

Similar cultures and habits have brought the remnants of Steinbrad closer together than ever before, making it increasingly difficult to integrate into the new environment while reminiscing about their homeland...... There was not much time left for integration, and soon, the countries north of the continent were all perishing one after another.

However, the humans of the rest of the nations blamed the loss of their homes more on the undead than the Steinbrads - and it is true that the most fanatical crusaders often came from Lordaeron.

The change of a few months may have made more people more satisfied in some respects, but there are always things that do not agree with it, and the only ones who are still rejoicing in the change are the Steinbrads, who seem to feel that the holy country has once again sheltered all those who have lost their homes, although the one they have pinned their hopes on has never thought of returning.

Barka woke up from his dream of becoming a hero of Steinbrad, not that he didn't want to continue to fulfill that dream, but that his body was wailing everywhere, and he hadn't drunk water for a long time.

Staggling to his feet from the broken Class A, he looked around with a glazed gaze, no different from what he had seen countless times in between, except for the broken mast base, there was no one or anything else here.

It's a miracle that the ship hasn't sunk yet, but it's a miracle that doesn't lift people's energy.

He had no sailors, no sails, and was just drifting adrift at sea, and he was accustomed to staring at the sea for hours on end, but the fog that had obscured it for days and deprived him of his only pastime.

Jumping from the half-broken staircase to the bilge, he followed a familiar route to the warehouse, where the bulkhead was torn apart by the storm on the day of the storm, and although it survived the rest of the days after repairs, he lost most of his supplies.

He didn't know how to build ships, but he knew that the sailors had deceived him about the latest designs to keep supplies safe, and the water tank cracked a big hole on the first night...... Now he didn't worry about the shipwreck, and he would die of thirst before the next storm.

The surviving sailors reassured him that there was a way, as was common at sea, and then fled on the first night after the storm subsided, taking almost all of the remaining supplies with him, and in the only intact boat.

May they be swallowed up by the sea of wrath.

Barka opened several buckets, but the bottom of each bucket was as dry as a desert, and the last bucket of water was depleted.

He was furious and wanted to smash everything in front of him, not only could he not complete the task entrusted by Her Royal Highness the Princess, but he was also about to lose his life.

However, he was so tired that he just sat down in the cabin, silently squeezing his eyeballs with his fingers.

Even the pain will forsake him.

"Don't you see land yet?"

A deep female voice rang out, desperation spilling down her throat and choking it, and Barka let out only a few slight inhalations.

"Take it and keep at your post. ”

An object slammed into Barka, and he reflexively caught it, then realized that it was a full water bag, and he unscrewed the lid and poured the water down his throat without hesitation, spilling a little into the bilge for choking, and licked them clean at once.

When he finally relented, the woman who had been hiding in the darkest part of the bilge was gone.

A red-eyed woman named Sharia, disguised as an Assassin and aboard the ship...... Barka admired her steadfastness, and even in the most critical moments, she clung to a tarpaulin wrap and repeated the same question every day - haven't you seen the land yet?

Convinced that she had received another mission from the princess, but could not imagine that the wrecked ship was sailing for death had even a little value left, he sighed and dragged his tired and weak body up, took a small sip of water, and then tightened the lid and took the remaining half of the bag of water to the two annoying prisoners.

Fortunately, they were also weakened by the lack of water, and they could not make a nasty laugh.

Back on the tattered deck, the fog that was about to seep into the ship still showed no sign of dissipating, he found a slightly intact place to lie down, looking in the direction of the starry sky, the low fog made him feel suffocated, he turned sideways and stopped looking, wondering if Sharia had hidden supplies...... No way, he searched every inch of the ship, and the woman had obviously not left the oilcloth package that had not left her, how did she survive?

Scratching his itchy neck, the weakened Barka drifted off to sleep, continuing his unfinished heroic dream until the loud thud woke him up.

His first reaction was that the ship was sinking, and a fatalistic sense of relief arose as he lay quietly on Class A, until an exclamation dragged him back to reality from his alone grief.

The hull was still covered in fog, but the direction of the bow was unusual...... He saw the faint sunlight and the vast expanse of land beneath it.

The ship called St. Mary or St. Peter had finally sunk to the bottom of the sea, and the place where it had hit the reef was very close to the shore, and by the help of the door panels removed from the ship, Barka managed to get the two uncooperative prisoners ashore, and he was exhausted and felt like he was about to die, while Shalia was still cruising around the shore as if she were fine.

After a little inspection, she found a meadow and a small grove at the end of the beach, and the border of the land could not be seen as far as the eye could see...... They obviously didn't end up on some desert island, which was either a continent or a huge island.

A few hours later, Sharia tossed a bunch of strange fruits at Barka, "Get up and finish your unfinished business." ”

Barka devoured the fruit he had never seen before, and with a little more strength, he dragged Renault and Whitemayne, who were still faint, to a little further from the shore, and although he could not see the surface of the sea, the sound of the waves made him frightened and desperate.

Sharia, who had picked up some firewood, planned to take advantage of the night to move again, "Take care of them, I'll explore again, there's no one, it's very wrong here." ”

Her commanding tone was unbearable for Barka, "What else is there to explore? My mission is complete, and I am now in the middle of nowhere with these two traitors!"

"My mission is not done. She hugged the oilcloth she was carrying and left the shore as she spoke, "Also, it's not deserted. (To be continued.) )