At the moment when the rising sun jumped out of the horizon and bloomed with ten thousand rays of light, the thick fog that seemed to be eternal shrouded in the sea began to dissipate rapidly. Only a moment later, the sea and the sky were wide, and the fog on the sea was gone.

The blue waves are swaying, the sea breeze is gentle, and the white seagulls soar between the sea and the sky. The 'Sea of Mist' is calm and peaceful.

However, in this seemingly calm sea, you can see huge reefs emerging from the bottom of the sea from time to time, as well as a large number of wrecks of stranded and sunken ships.

A lone boat is struggling to navigate the treacherous lanes of the 'Sea of Mist'.

There were six people on the five-meter-long canoe, and the space was cramped and crowded. And because of the overload, the canoe's waterline is very deep, almost flush with the side of the boat, making people feel overwhelmed and sinking at any time.

The wind at sea was not strong and was headwind, so the canoe did not raise its sails. An old man with a gray beard and a sailor's costume was guiding the canoe as he struggled with a human, a dwarf, and a half-orc to paddle the oars. As for the 'oars' in their hands, they were strange and different, they were a harpoon, a short sword, a heavy hammer and a large axe.......

A dark-skinned, wounded black elf sat cross-legged in the middle of the canoe with his back to the mast, eyes slightly closed, hands on his knees, in a meditative state. As the mana slowly recovered, a white light flashed from the elf's body from time to time, which was the brilliance of healing magic.

On the other side of the mast, a Terran girl sat with her back to her. She bent her legs, wrapped her hands around her knees, buried her head deep between her knees, and fell into a deep sleep. The girl's left shoulder was covered with a placket torn from the corner of her coat, a dark red patch, apparently dried blood.

The canoe was carrying the survivors of the Flying Osprey.

"Daddy John, how long will it be before we get out of the 'Sea of Mist'?" Senna asked softly as she finished her meditation and opened her eyes. After a night of treatment, Senna's injuries improved, but he was still weak.

"If nothing else, we'll be able to get out of the 'Sea of Mist' by noon. Old John stopped paddling, looked up at the sun, and looked back at Senna.

Senna nodded.

At this time, Stephanie was awakened by the conversation between the two. The girl rubbed her sleepy eyes and muttered, "Brother Senna, I'm hungry!"

Stephanie's words seemed contagious, and as soon as her words fell, everyone's stomachs rumbled.

The largest orc clutched his stomach and said with a gloomy face: "After yesterday's breakfast, I haven't eaten anything until now, and I'm so hungry that my heart is close to my back!" Roy and Copperbeard echoed the bitterness. Originally, when the three of them went out fishing early yesterday morning, they didn't bring dry food at all, and their wishful thinking was to barbecue the freshly caught fish on the boat and have a barbecue fish dinner, but they didn't want to meet Emerys, and they haven't eaten any food until now. In addition, they experienced a hard battle in the middle of the way, and their physical strength was very exertional, and the three of them were already hungry.

It's good that the three of them didn't shout, but when they shouted, Senna suddenly became angry, and said angrily: "If it weren't for the three of you ghosts, who were so bold as to try to pick up cheap dragons, would we end up in such an embarrassing end? Those sailors under Papa John's men would have died because we accidentally entered the 'Sea of Mist'?"

was scolded by Senna like this, and the three of them were stunned.

Old John sighed and said, "Senna, what happened later was not something that the three of them could have predicted. The sea is full of dangers, and those of us who live by the sea are originally living a life of struggle. I can't blame anyone if I lose my life on the sea! It's just that after I return to Senjin Village, if I can give more pensions to the bereaved families of my dead brothers, let's pay a little more!"

Senna said solemnly: "Daddy John, don't worry. Although those dead brothers are not from the Daily Mercenary Group, this incident started because of the people of our Daily Mercenary Group, and I will pay the highest standard of pensions to the war dead of the Daily Mercenary Group. ”

Immediately, he said to the three of Gangyan with a dark face: "Not only the pension, but also the 70,000 gold coins ransom money, only half of it will be paid by the group, and the remaining half will be shared equally by the three of you, and the group can help you pay it first." Half of your salary will be deducted from your monthly paycheck to offset the bill. ”

"Boss, I'm afraid we won't be able to pay this money in our lifetime!"

"Boss, this salary in the regiment is not high, and it will be deducted by half every month, so it's not even enough to buy wine......" Gangyan's original face was green, and it turned even greener.

"Yes, boss, I'm still counting on saving money to marry a daughter-in-law, and in this way, my daughter-in-law will be even more distant!" Roy said with a bitter face.

"This time I'm going to teach you a lesson!" Senna was unmoved, and after saying that, he closed his eyes again and began to meditate again.

The three of them knew that Senna was angry, and what he had decided could not be changed, so they had to shut their mouths helplessly, crying bitterly in their hearts, in vain!

The canoe continued to sail in the 'sea of mist', and along the way, it was safe. On the way, there was only an accident of an ordinary man-eating shark trying to attack the canoe. As a result, it can be imagined that this poor fellow, who can't even be called a magical beast, naturally failed to forage for food, but instead became food. However, the people in the canoe, despite their hunger, did not want to eat shark meat raw in this sea where there was no fire. In the end, except for Gangyan who used an axe to cut off the fins on the shark's back and gnawed on it nonchalantly, everyone chose to continue to starve.

Seeing that the orcs were so happy to eat, the dwarves, who had always prided themselves on being gourmets, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and ridiculed the orcs for being worthy of their reputation as uncivilized, hairy and blood-drinking barbarians, while the orcs fought back that the dwarves did not know the natural delicacy of shark fin, no wonder that in terms of food attainments, the dwarves have always been slightly inferior to the Draenei, another famous food people on the continent.

Time passed in the midst of the bumping and bustling of dwarves and orcs.

When John Sr., the pilot, announced that the canoe had reached the edge of the 'sea of mist' and that it was in sight to sail out of the 'sea of mist', the people in the canoe couldn't help but cheer.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

A palpitating coercion suddenly enveloped the entire canoe. This coercion was so strong that everyone on the boat seemed to be locked by an invisible shackle, and they instantly became immobile.

The excited people were suddenly taken aback, and their faces faded with joy.

"Who are you, and why are you in the 'Sea of Mist'?" someone in the sky asked faintly.

The people who couldn't move were the only ones who could move, and they hurriedly looked up at the person who spoke in the sky.

It was a tall, middle-aged human man with a rugged face, a square face, a thick beard on the cheeks, and long brownish-gray hair casually tied back at the back of his head. He was barefoot, dressed in a linen shirt, and his hands hung above their heads, staring at them.

Although the middle-aged man doesn't look very old, he falls into the eyes of everyone, but it is full of vicissitudes of time.

Looking at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared above his head silently, standing in the air, everyone on the canoe gasped.

On the mainland, people who can fly in the sky without the help of flying scrolls, flying props and other foreign objects, except for the legal profession that relies on magic flying arts, which can be achieved in the middle and advanced stages, the combat profession must break through the holy level if it wants to travel for nine days. And since the middle-aged man in front of him can float in the air, and just looking at his appearance, he doesn't look like a magician, then his true identity is very likely to be a saint-rank martial artist!

And on the mainland, any profession that reaches the Holy Rank is a legend!

The appearance of the Saint-level martial artist can be imagined as shocking!

On the canoe, there was silence, and even Senna was so shocked by the possible identity of the middle-aged man that he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

The silence of everyone made the middle-aged man frown slightly. He curbed the pressure on the crowd a little, and said in an irresistible tone, "Answer me, land creatures, why are you in the 'Sea of Mist', and why do the sirens here tolerate your presence?"

Among the crowd, it was Senna who reacted the fastest, and as soon as the pressure on his body decreased, he immediately said: "Respected strong man, we are just shipwrecked seafarers who have strayed into this dangerous sea, and our ship has been buried in the chaotic reefs of the 'Sea of Mist'! You see, now we survivors are crammed into this small boat, and we just want to return home as soon as possible! The sirens you are talking about, we have heard, they seem to be krakens who rely on their sweet singing voices to tempt voyagers, but we are lucky not to meet them!"

Senna replied to the middle-aged man quietly on the surface, but his heart was shocked by a monstrous wave! Land creatures? The middle-aged man's title clearly shows that he is not a land person, could it be that he is a sea clan? But his appearance is a real human being! Senna was not sure what kind of sacredness this middle-aged man who was suspected to be a saint-rank martial artist, and he heard him mention the sirens in his words, so he kept an eye on it and did not honestly say what happened to his group.

"Oh, you mean your ship got lost in the 'Sea of Mist' and then ran aground and sank, and that's it?" the middle-aged man said.

"Yes, many of my companions have died, but thanks to the moon god, I and my companions have survived!" Senna folded his hands over his chest, and reverently admired the great gods of the elves, looking happy for the rest of his life.

The middle-aged man smiled.

"Black elf, your lies are very clumsy!" The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth rose, with a hint of ridicule, but more of a trace of contempt: "Why do you have battle scars on your bodies? Do you know what will happen if you deceive me?"

The middle-aged man's cold smile fell into Senna's eyes, which actually made him, as an eighth-level druid, feel a little chilled.

Because he read the storm in the smile of the middle-aged man. In the face of him, Senna felt so humble and powerless that he could not even dare to resist at all.

It is the mentality that only arises when a weak person who is at an absolute disadvantage faces a strong person with unfathomable strength as deep as the abyssal sea.

The sense of oppression brought by the middle-aged man to Senna was too strong, which made Senna, who had not recovered from his serious injuries and was still very vain, breathe heavily, and sweat the size of beans rolled down.

However, Senna knew that at this time, he must give a satisfactory answer to the middle-aged man before he had a seizure. Senna said loudly: "Respected powerhouse, please forgive me for taking the liberty of asking, although you have the appearance of a terrestrial human, your true identity should be a sea tribe living at the bottom of the vast ocean, right?"

"Not bad," the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "What do you want to say?"

"That's it, I beg your pardon for not telling you exactly the truth!" Senna gritted his teeth as if he had made up his mind, "Now I'll tell you the truth! We are indeed voyagers who have lost their course and straddled into this sea by mistake, but our ship sank not because it ran aground, but because it was attacked by a huge demon shark. We had a big fight with the demon shark, and many of our companions died under its giant kiss and magic, and I think you can already see that I am a druid of no low rank, and these companions around me are also warriors with a certain strength, so in the end we wounded the demon shark and managed to escape! After meeting you, I suspect that you are a sea tribe, and you also know that the sea tribe has a deep prejudice against our land race, and now we are not only sailing on your land, but if I let you know that we have also injured your people in the sea, I am afraid that you will attack us! We can feel the strength of your power, compared to your strength, we are only ants! That's why I didn't tell you the truth!"

For some reason, Senna had a vague feeling that if he really told the truth about what happened to his party, he would be involved with the person in front of him, and everyone would be in trouble at that time. So he chose to lie again, but this time the lie was reasonable and there was nothing flawed!

Senna's companions were surprised that he had concealed the truth from the middle-aged man, and that he had pretended to be so liar, but no one said much, as everyone was only looking for him.

"Oh, since you've wounded the creatures of our sea, then you still expect me to let you go?" The middle-aged man seemed to believe Senna's words, staring at Senna, playfully authentic.

"We're here in self-defense!" Senna emphasized. Then he said cautiously in an extremely humble tone: "If I guessed correctly, your strength should have stepped into the Holy Rank Realm. How weak we are in front of you. A big man like you should be a reasonable person!"

As if he had heard some joke, the middle-aged man suddenly burst out laughing and said, "Reasonable? It's the first time I've heard someone say this in front of me Oculus! Don't you know that in this world, power represents the truth?" Then he said proudly: "However, the slight strength of you land guys has saved you! What is worthy of my Oculus's action in this world is not a supreme powerhouse, and you are not qualified at all! I will not give you this glory!"