Without warning, a natural disaster struck suddenly, and the amphibians suffered heavy damage. Those who are hidden in the shadows, the true messengers of the Lord are also in astonishment.

No one expected it to suddenly appear here, and they couldn't help but say that they would go on a killing spree. The legend about it has long been lost to the torrent of time.

Only those who were near-immortal remembered it, including the shadows that hid behind the amphibious. As an amphibious, living with the sea will inevitably have some contact with it, even if most of this contact is passing by.

To the average person, it is an insignificant whirlpool in the ocean current, neither good nor bad. Occasionally, it will devour people and animals that strayed into it, and occasionally bring a large number of fish and shrimp.

But this is just the memory of ordinary people, just like a nest of ants does not appear alarmed by the proximity of people. But for a very small number of people, it is an existence that cannot be ignored, a former opponent and prey.

For amphibians, the sea is also an indispensable home. If this monster can be captured and tamed, it will be of immeasurable help.

First persuasion, then round-up, but to no avail. Fighting a current in the ocean is already difficult, and after repeated attempts, it turns out that this monster is not fatal at all. Scattering, or even taking away a part of it, only provokes its anger. If the situation is not good, it will dive into the water and run away without looking back. After a long time, when you have forgotten this hatred, it suddenly comes out of nowhere. It goes back and forth, and no one provokes it anymore.

There are also people who try to find things they care about, such as being of the same kind. However, as they searched, it became apparent that it was nothing more than a lonely wanderer. Either lurking in the deep ocean and sleeping, or wandering with ocean currents.

With understanding, everyone began to let this kind of guy who has no scruples. This monster may not have a very good temper, but more often than not, it is half-asleep, acting on instinct and instinct. Even if some damage is caused, it is limited, because it never leaves the ocean half a step.

And as long as it does not leave the ocean, then no one will be able to subdue it. Similarly, as long as it does not leave the ocean, its threat to the continent is limited.

Observe, understand, and forget. As an ancient being, many people remember it, and they don't remember it very well. When he passed by by accident, he remembered that it was still alive. That legend in the ocean, that monster called "Sina".

The threat is limited, but it definitely does not include the scene in front of you. The South Coast is now littered with corpses, but many more are undulating and tumbling in the waves, drifting towards the shore.

Aura wanted to cry without tears, and as the guardian of the amphibians, he was powerless to stop what was happening in front of him. It's not that I haven't thought about it, but I don't dare. If the monster Sina is stopped, it will only stir up more storms and waves here, causing more casualties.

They were too far away to stop in advance, so they could only watch the wind and waves whistling by.

Without scruples, it is the most terrible thing.

Just like the battle of countless years ago, they fought each other, but they would not wipe out each other's people. At least until the other party's guardian really falls, it won't be wiped out.

Colliding and catching each other is more like cutting flesh with a blunt knife, dripping the blood of the opponent's cutting, slowly draining all his spirit and strength before giving a fatal blow at the end.

The calculations and dangers during this period are really unbearable. But that's how many things are, and if you don't advance, you go backwards. When the fruit is ripe, if you don't take it, someone else will take it. The strong and the weak are also slowly changing in the accumulation of countless years.

Magic has made them and oppressed them. Magic is the existence of miracles, and it is not unheard of for the salted fish to turn over. If you're not careful, you can die, especially for a near-immortal guardian like them. Time has become meaningless, and the battle of life and death countless years ago seems to be just yesterday, right in front of us. Countless corpses were piled up here, piled up on this beach, only there were more corpses of aliens at that time.

Aura doesn't like it here, especially when winter hits and the cold winds freeze the ocean. At that time, he will take his people back to the warm south for a while.

Only this time, how many people can he take back?

In a fit of rage, Ola wants revenge, but not against the rootless duckweed-like monster - Sina, but the one who provoked it. Because Ola knows that Sina will never make waves for no reason.

As resentment, as thoughts of revenge rose, Ola's figure faded from its place.

Wind and waves rush along the coastline, destroying everything they can along the way. And the dragoon, who had already had experience in dealing with this, had already moved away from the coast and watched all this nervously.

The roaring waves swept across the east coast like a gust of wind, leaving only the dragoons looking at each other.

Maya squatted on the shore, and it was the news it brought back a few days in advance that gave the dragoons plenty of time to prepare. Looking at the wind and rain in the distance, it let out a low roar and relaxed its body.

A few days ago, a familiar aura swept through, making it can't help but look up to the sky and howl. Erin asked what was wrong, but she couldn't tell. It's just a magical urge to try it.

After hesitating for a while, Maya motioned for Erin to go over and have a look, so one person and one dragon began to look at each other in apprehension. Erin could sense Maya's hesitation, and she could sense that Maya actually wanted to stop it. But Irene, for some reason, wanted to see what was going on.

Erin nodded, "I'll go with you." ”

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Perhaps the water of the Perpetual River is too clear, and the boundary between water and water at the mouth of the sea is not obvious. Bran sat on the surface of the river as if it had no weight. The wind and rain in the distance were approaching, but he didn't realize it.

The rain and fog were getting thicker, but it couldn't hide his figure. It was as if the wind and rain had encountered an invisible wall, repelled at the junction of the river and the sea.

The wind and rain were getting heavier, and the raindrops on the sea were getting thicker, but the river behind Bran was shining.