No one believed what the girl said. Even when people wrapped her in a blanket and comforted her to calm down and express her meaning in full sentences, her words were still out of tune.

These villagers live at the foot of the Giant God Peak, and inevitably come into contact with a lot of strange things. But the boy's words were completely unbelievable.

She said there was a humanoid from another world that rose from the ocean that surrounded their village. It sounds like she's talking about wanderers: these lost astral creatures sometimes come down from Titan's Peak. But no one had ever heard of the astral spirits emerging from the ocean. The little girl is most likely playing a prank.

But when the red-eyed woman swam into the village with a pool of water to be manipulated, the villagers realized that this was not some child's prank.

"Hello." The strange woman said, "I'm Nami, a merman from the deep sea. I have no ill will. ”

The villagers were dumbfounded, probably frightened by her appearance. This is not surprising, as Nami also finds them strange to look at, with no scales on their skin, and two upside-down hands in place of their tails.

Although the communication between the two sides was not smooth, Nami attracted everyone's attention.

"I'm here to find the Moon Star Spirit, it has what our people need. If I can't find it, not only my people, but the whole world will be consumed by hunger and merciless darkness. ”

The villagers continued to stare at Nami in amazement. There was only a sleepy four-legged beast, unconcerned about the appearance of the uninvited guest. It pulled a large patch of hay down from a wheeled cart and feasted on it, splattering its saliva.

Nami stood silent, wand stumbling on the ground in her hand.

"So, if anyone knows where the Star Spirit is, then," she snorted, hoping to make a noise to break the cold. "It couldn't have been better for me."

The villagers were silent as if they were covered in ice. Nami looked around and saw tiny rays of light swaying on slender wax pillars or thick sticks. The light was like an innocent elf, dancing with the breeze in a daze, making an energetic crackling sound.

"What is this?" she asked, pointing to the elves. "It looks so beautiful."

An old man in a golden robe, in fact, she couldn't understand for a moment why the people on the land insisted on covering themselves and walked out under the escort of two sentinels. Judging from the heavy layers of cloth on his body, she estimated that he should play an important role such as an elder in the village. Or maybe he just felt cold.

"Are you looking for the moon, is it gracious or vengeful to you?" he asked a barrage of questions.

Nami's eyes narrowed. The old man suppressed his anger, and his lips trembled. The Moon Star Spirit was obviously very important to him, but what attitude did he have, whether he worshiped and hoped to protect it, or regarded it as an enemy

She weighed it up and thought to herself, no one should be stupid enough to go against the moon.

"Of course it's en"

"Heretic," the old man shouted.

"Demon, I said demon, you heard me wrong," she tried to argue, but was overshadowed by the sentry's command. The villagers took up their weapons, dipped their spears in the liquid, and lit them up.

Nami stared at the tip of the spear that shimmered orange. Their dancing is heart-warming, but they exude scorching heat. She guessed it would be uncomfortable to touch them.

"Leave our village right away, you will only bring fear and trickery, we will not be fooled"

She stared at them for a long time, her expression becoming serious. This was the first challenge she faced as a landwalker. She knew that if she needed to, she would be able to outmaneuver all the villagers here.

But that didn't do her purpose in the slightest.

"I'm scared." She said.

The elder smiled. She had to use all her strength to pretend she didn't see.

"But not for fear of you. I have seen darkness of hunger, hatred and greed in the abyss, and I have long since lost the taste of joy. How can your spears be compared with them?"

"So, I'm not leaving. Especially my people are about to be in great trouble. With that, she stepped forward and plunged her wand into the ground.

Her fearlessness intimidated the villagers. People didn't move, and one of the unlucky guys couldn't help but take a few steps back.

As he stepped back, he accidentally slipped off the spear in his hand and poked it into the cart full of hay. The heat built up, and the flames soon swept through the haystacks. In a moment, the whole car was surrounded by majestic flames.

The four-legged beast was frightened, turned and ran. In the confusion, it panicked, and as soon as it raised its legs, it kicked the cart over, and the burning blades of grass flew all over the sky in an instant.

When sparks land on the thatched roofs of the village, the fire spreads rapidly, turning everything it touches into dust in an instant.

Villagers are busy drawing buckets of water from nearby wells. Nami watched as the villagers struggled to splash water on the hungry heat, feeling both terrified and fascinated. After a while, their efforts seemed to repel the force of rage, turning the flickering elf into a terrifying cloud of smoke. Unlike air, it gradually expands in weight and form. The remaining elves danced on the rooftops, swallowing well water, spitting out swirling smoke and hissing sounds, staining the blue night sky orange-red.

"Bring the water," the villagers shouted. "Hurry up"

I can do me a favor. Nami thought to herself.

She raised her Tideevoker's Staff, tightening her fingers as she clenched it.

At her intent, the waters surrounding the shore of the village began to gather and tremble.

She grasped the staff in her hand, closed her eyes, and drew her wand, directing the waters toward her.

The ocean roared. The waves rose higher than the village, and the walls of the waves were ready to go. People screamed.

Nami swung her wand at the dancing flames.

"Hurry up," she shouted to the villagers.

At the critical moment, they did not resist.

The waves rushed onto land in waves, as if they were going to flood the entire village. Before touching the ground, the water twisted and twisted into a large, furious tentacle. It reached into the air, grabbing the hot and angry currents.

The tentacles of the sea wrapped around the soaring flame, coiled together like a serpent, contracting and compressing the light to starve it of oxygen. As the last smoke cleared, the firelight hissed, and their glow was replaced by the quiet blue of the night.

Nami exhaled, loosening her fingers that were firmly gripping her wand. The tide instantly lost its support, slapped on the ground and became invisible, and the onlookers let out a cry of surprise and joy.

The old man and his sentry dropped the bucket and turned to Nami. The anger against her not so long ago had been swept away. They look at their visitors with kind eyes.

"Ionia." The elder said.

"What"

"The moon is in that land, looking for its own star spirit. In that direction. He pointed to the sea, and it just so happened that the wand was pulling Nami in the direction.

I see. The moon and like brother and sister. No matter where the moon is, the Staff of the Tide Caller will find its way.

"Oh" Nami exclaimed, her heart full of hope. "Yes, yes, thank you. And, I'm sorry, uh" She looked at the wet village everywhere in annoyance and waved her hand helplessly. "Anyway, thank you."

Nami raised her wand, and the tide rose and enveloped her, ready to carry her back to the ocean. Suddenly, the elder shouted behind her.

"That's fire," he shouted.

"What," she asked.

"The things on these sticks and spears are called fire. It protects us, but it can sometimes get out of hand. ”。

"Fire." She smiled. "I like it."

Before he could finish speaking, the Tide Caller had returned to the ocean and continued to swim towards the unknown.