The sharp pain disappeared from the body. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Reginard remembered the overwhelming Dark Sphere, and the Dark Führer, with his ragged clothes and angry and fierce eyes. The black balls of the cacophony of magic poured into his body in a frenzy at the last moment before the soul-inducing cord pulled him away.

It's not that it's over, but that some kind of distant, distant pain becomes dull, like light being separated by several layers of grounded glass, slowly losing its heat and brilliance.

Reginard realized that the senses were moving away from his body.

Shadows surrounded him from all sides, as if the world had gone out of light, and he was trapped in a small isolated room, but in this small room there was nothing, no light, no sound, even the walls were things that did not exist, as if locked in a cage at the end of the world.

Extremely lonely and ...... Serenity.

Like when he first traveled the world and arrived at the Isle of Shadows.

It is the end of the world, people say.

There was only a strait between it and the Isle of Shadows, and the land had long since turned into a lifeless black like the legendary island, with no grass growing on the shore, only steep rocks, and small tidal flats with shells and aquatic plants that had not even been washed up by the waves.

Because the sea seems to be dead.

The rising and falling tides are like the breathing and breathing of the ocean, but this sea is dead and silent, there are no rolling waves, no wrinkled ripples, no wind, and no temperature in the body. The sky was shrouded in grey, a grey mist hung over the sea, and the reefs near the sea loomed in the thick fog.

He saw the entrance to the Shadow Isle from afar, yes, entrance, that didn't seem like a good word on an island, but it was its entrance.

There was a small sampan moored on the shore, there was no anchor rope and no lasso fastened to the shore. It floated motionless on the dead sea.

Reginad approached it, the wooden hull of the ship was broken, it looked crumbling, ready to be hit by a wind wave, or rather, it felt like it would suddenly fall into a pile of planks at some point, even if there was no wind or wave.

If Reginard hadn't consulted the Great Demacia Imperial Library for so long, it would have been hard for him to believe that this rickety boat was the only entrance to the Shadow Isle.

The boatman sat alone in the stern of the boat, wearing a hat, unable to see his face or his body, everything hidden in his loose clothes. He sat there, indifferent to Reginald's approach, or rather, motionless the whole time, as if frozen there.

It is not surprising at all that the slightest touch will cause the boatman to fall to the ground, and then the bones will fall out of his clothes.

He was like a boatman dying on his own ship until Reginald stepped on the sampan.

The boat shook slightly.

"Excuse me, I'm going to the Isle of Shadows." He said.

He exhaled a long breath from the boatman's body, his voice hoarse, like a man who hadn't spoken in a long time, "Let me see...... You...... What did it bring? ”

"I brought—" Reginad sat down and spread out one wrapped around the ship's board, inside was a delicate magic compass.

"No......" the boatman interrupted him, "no, you have ...... More interesting stuff! ”

The boatman stood up sharply, and walked staggeringly, but his steps were large, urgent, and heavy. The tiny sampan was swaying as he stepped on it, and the dilapidated hull creaked constantly.

He leaned in closer, and under his hat there was a pair of cloudy eyes staring at Reginald's right eye. He lifted a trembling hand, and the wizened knuckles poked into his eyes.

Reginard only felt that he could not move, and a cold air penetrated his body, and now he could see clearly that the hand was pale, and the broken flesh hung on the exposed joints, and it was eerie.

A powerful magic power rose from the boatman's body, and Reginald had not probed his magic from afar, it seemed to be a bottomless pool, and he could not feel a trace of magic breath, but now it was like a surging flood.

The boatman's cold fingers opened his right eye, as if he had been inspired, and the purple magic array suddenly lit up, and the pupil of fate emitted wisps of purple light.

Then his hands drooped, and his body and the palms of the dead man were retracted into his coat and hat.

"This thing...... Useless...... I don't have a future. ”

The boatman muttered, crouched down, picked up the compass from Reginald's unfolded package, and shoved it directly into his mouth. The compass stretched his throat open, and his skin was pale and transparent, but he swallowed it into his stomach anyway.

He propped up a penny, and the boat started.

Reginad gasped, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his purple pupils had gone out and returned to their original blue color.

The ship moved forward in the mist, without breaking the waves on the bow, as if gliding on a black silk without any trace. There was a thick fog all around, and he couldn't be sure if they were really moving forward.

Only the boatman's mechanical movements, propping up the boat's penny, once and again.

Not knowing where to take him, Reginard knew his destination, the Isle of Shadows.

Located west of the Valoran continent, Shadow Isle is said to be full of wandering monsters and eerie dark magicians who are willing to communicate with the outside world, but it is difficult to reach Shadow Island from the west coast of Valoran.

There is a lot of fog near the Shadow Island, the slightest mistake will be lost, the reef is heavy, the storm looms, and no one knows its specific location, since ancient times, people who have gone to explore the mysterious cold island have been buried in that sea area, so there are also rumors that those reefs are the white bones of dead sailors, pulling passing ships to the bottom of the sea, and the surrounding sea is also named the Sea of the Dead.

The only way to go is through this broken wooden boat, on which the eerie boatman sits and sleeps every day, and if he senses the breath of a magical object and is interested, he is summoned to wake up and take the outsider to the Isle of Shadows.

He doesn't have any life, and it's been recorded that he's a moving skeleton that can pass through the mists of the Isle of Shadows if you give him magical items as a reward.

It seems that the Isle of Shadows is in another world, and that ship is the only way to communicate between the two worlds.

That's why it's called "Entrance".

Reginard took out his pocket watch, the hands were still, no wonder it was so quiet, and he didn't hear the sound of the pocket watch moving the needles. He poured magic into his pocket watch, but it had no effect, as if it had broken down and lost its original function.

The fog faded, and he sat on the boat, sometimes standing up and walking, sometimes sitting cross-legged, sometimes lying down directly, resting his head on his arms and closing his eyes. Sometimes he talked to the boatman, but did not answer, as if he had become a machine that could only hold the boat's penny.

The ship is surprisingly stable, unlike the legend, there is no wind and waves, no reefs, this place is called the Sea of the Dead, is it because the sea fog kills many sailors who can't tell the direction?

Or rather, this eerie boatman knows how to avoid the reef underwater.

He rolled over and pressed his ear to the board.

There seemed to be a low sound underwater, and the sound was very clear through the wooden planks, but the sound of the water was still not heard.

Reginard stood up and walked to the side of the boat. The water became clear, and it was no longer as deep as a black sea.

As soon as he saw the bottom, the underwater scene made him take a step back in horror.

It was a face, a human face, and they remained in a posture of pain and struggle at the last moment before death, quietly sinking to the bottom of the water, like a sculpture with a strange style. Broken planks, dead sailors, they lay underwater, some hands sticking out of the water, keeping a stiff posture.

He suddenly fell to his knees on the side of the boat, and in order to get a closer look at a face, he stretched out his hand to the water. The water looks shallow and within reach.

The face was Ivany, lying quietly at the bottom of the water, with her eyes closed, her expression quiet, as if she were asleep, and forever like a pampered little empress.

"Don't touch it, the sea is ......," said the boatman.

Ivanie suddenly opened her eyes, her hand reaching out of the water and holding his hand, as if something was wrapping around him.

Her strength was amazing, and at the moment she was tug-of-war with the wind elemental who was hustle and bustle on Reginald's body, but then her expression changed, and it seemed to suck all his strength.

"I'm so lonely, Rogge." She said, her voice strange and gentle, her eyes full of sadness, "Stay, stay with me." ”