One evening, a giantess rose from the lake in the middle of the island, twenty feet tall, dressed in purple and holding a scepter, and let out a thunderous roar, ordering all pirates to submit to her and hand over their share of the stolen goods, or she would invite a tsunami to flood the sinful island and send everyone to feed the sharks. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At first, no one cared about the giantess's threat, until she cast a spell to summon Thunderbolt and blast the pirate king Juan Drake and his elite guards to the brink that made the crusade that people knew she wasn't joking.

After that, the banshee summoned a storm in front of everyone and transformed into a massive half-purgatory deep sea squid, and the pirates suddenly realized that she was the legendary "North Sea Monster" Kraken Furmor, and the female figure that appeared in front of people before was her form of a deep sea giant!

As a result, the pirates had no choice but to surrender to her if they wanted to survive.

Kraken Vermore proudly accepted the worship of the pirates, replacing Juan Drake as the ruler of the island, and soon after, with her powerful mana, she subdued the pirate gangs in the surrounding area, becoming the recognized pirate queen of the North Sea.

Kraken Furmore assigns the raiding task to her pirate captains and sits on the offerings, and she is more enthusiastic about spreading the prophecy of the Giants of the Deep about the end of the world, the Great Flood engulfing all the land, and the sea empire replacing the nations of the earth, and presents herself as the apostle of Balor Furmor, the god of the Giants of the Deep, claiming that when the Last Judgment comes, the land sinks to the sea, only those who worship Balor Fermore can hope to be saved, and those who worship Balor Fermor among them are the most devout converts. She even had the opportunity to be blessed by the gods and reincarnated as a deep sea giant as noble and powerful as her.

Under the influence of Her Majesty the Queen, most of the island's inhabitants today are followers of Balor Vermore.

The Kraken gathered coral and built a shrine in the middle of the lake to worship the gods of the giants of the deep sea, and the building known as the "Coral Palace" is a miracle that rises to the surface at high tide and is worshiped by worshippers at low tide.

"Poor Grande, you have fallen into such a field because you did not listen to your mother."

Clarken, dressed in purple robes, stood in front of a crystal altar and whispered, her face clouded and her long purple hair curling like seaweed, showing her deep sorrow for her misguided son.

"Perhaps the experience of death will make you change your ways, and realize that Hexstow is not worthy of worship, and that our lord Balor Furmore is the place where your soul belongs."

Kraken held up a legendary scepter resembling a blue coral tree, and ten purple tentacles covered with suckers floated from the head, two of which were thirty feet long and the other eight fifteen feet long, accompanied by a volley of her long hair as if it had life.

After venting, Kraken's emotions calmed down, and he unfolded a golden scroll and began to pray.

The prayers on this nine-ring "Complete Resurrection" scroll are all set with diamonds the size of rice grains, with a total value of more than 25,000 gold coins, and the Kraken's prayers are accompanied by a strong divine power.

An otherworldly creature like Grande can't be resurrected in the usual way after death, but the Nine Rings "Complete Resurrection Technique" can reshape his soul and flesh and blood, perfectly restoring his former state. If it weren't for the fact that Grande was Kraken's only son, she wouldn't have been able to use this precious scroll.

However, to her surprise, the magic dissipated on its own before it could be completed, and the scroll disintegrated into countless diamond dust, spilling down from between her fingers.

"Failed to cast a spell? How is this possible! ”

Kraken's gorgeous face flashed with a hint of astonishment, and his brows were furrowed and he pondered for a long time, but finally couldn't figure out what had happened, so that even the "complete resurrection technique" could not save his son's life.

She stepped onto the crystal altar, lit a furnace of incense, sprinkled holy water on the altar, and held the emblem on her chest with the "black trident" hanging from it and whispered a prayer.

The 5-ring "Channeling Technique" allows her to directly connect with the will of Balor Furmor, who is far away in the Abyssal Divine Kingdom, and seek guidance from the powerful Demon God.

"My lord, why can't my son Grande be resurrected?" The Kraken couldn't wait to ask questions after finishing the spell.

Grande Vermore...... Something was wrong with his soul. "At infinity, there is a divine response.

Kraken actually had a premonition that this would be the outcome, and continued to ask, "My lord, has someone imprisoned my poor child with soul binding or soul binding?" ”

"No...... Even more cruel than that, his soul was utterly destroyed. ”

Kraken's body shook violently, and his face lost its blood. If the soul is imprisoned or bound. In fact, there is still a glimmer of life, find the gem that imprisons his soul, break it and release the soul to cast a spell to resurrect, but now that Grande's soul is completely destroyed, there is no hope of resurrection.

Her lips trembled, and she forced her grief and anger to ask the last question: "Who is it...... Who killed my poor son? ”

The mysterious voice was silent for a long time, and only when Kraken was almost desperate did he utter a faint sentence: "His name is Roland Koras, the Chosen One of Sindra." With this reply, the god of the sea giants severed his ties with the Kraken, as if fearing that revealing the secret would draw hostility from the goddess of fate.

Kraken closed his eyes and bit his lip as if he had been transformed into a stone statue.

After a long time, Kraken suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth and let out a long and mournful roar, this terrifying sound wave shattered the doors and windows and spread in the sea, quickly spread to a hundred miles away, the originally calm sea suddenly set off a stormy wave, a huge whirlpool appeared out of thin air, swallowed the passing fishing boat, pressed into the deep sea in an instant, crushed to pieces.

Far away on the other side of the Giant Demon Island, the White Gull Harbor was also affected by the sudden tsunami, and the tower of the Temple of the Deep Sea Sesila sounded the alarm bell, and the coastal lighthouse kept signaling those fishing boats that sailed away to enter the harbor as soon as possible to avoid the storm.

Coo-goo-goo......

In the square near the port, a flock of white doves, also disturbed by the impending storm, flapped their wings and circled under a lead-gray canopy.

In the corner of the square, a young lady is sitting in front of an easel sketching, she is wearing a short red and black twill woolen trench coat, a velvet hat pressing the bangs on the forehead, her fair and beautiful face and calm and demure temperament make her look more like a noble lady than the kind of poor student who paints portraits to earn living expenses.

As if sensing the smell of evil and madness in the oncoming sea breeze, the lady put down her pen and took off her hat, her blue hair fluttering in the wind, and then turned to look over the bay, and a fierce electric light flashed in the depths of her eyes.

PS: This is the end of Kitland's volume, and I have some heartfelt things to talk to you about.

1. About Updates

I don't dare to boast about how much effort I put into writing this book, but I am absolutely serious in my attitude, try to avoid typos and sick sentences, and repeatedly figure out the plot logic and foreshadowing. The DND is a notoriously complex and difficult setting, involving a huge amount of material that fills a wall of bookshelves, and I consulted millions of words of material to write this book, not including mythology, history, geography, politics, and economics.

I wanted to write a novel that was both interesting and as fleshing out as possible, with the addition of a handicapped attribute...... Writing from morning to night every day is the level of six or seven thousand words, and maintaining 3 is already the limit, and it is really not fast, please bear with me.

In December, 3 more per day is guaranteed, and in January there will be a New Year, there are more things at home, and relatives are indispensable, and the time for writing will inevitably be affected, I try to ensure that there are 2 more per day, and there will be plenty of time to recover the three more after the year.

2. About the follow-up plot

Next, the protagonist team will go to Baigull Harbor, which is the last big chapter of the book's adventure plot, after which it will no longer be dominated by small team adventures, Roland will face the tests of war, nationhood, domestic reform and international situation, and perform on a bigger stage.

Attentive readers may have noticed that Roland traveled from south to north, and the story stage was also evolving step by step: although the original Fort Atonement was a metropolis with a large population, it did not have a high level of civilization and was basically a large rural village; then there was Kitland, the military fortress of initial industrialization; Next up is the rich free-trade city-state of Baiou Harbor in the North Bay, where the commercial atmosphere is stronger, the lives of the small citizens are richer, the magic and industrial technology are more developed, and the bourgeois color will be reflected in the streets and alleys to the city-state councils.

Social development is not in parallel, different regions, different natural environment resource endowments, and different cultural traditions will have different effects on the evolution of civilization.

I wanted to reflect the development of different regions in the context of the same era in the story, so I had to pay more attention to the economic, cultural and political aspects of social life, rather than simply fighting and killing. It may seem a bit verbose at times, but I promise that none of the chapters are filled with water, and I hope you can appreciate my good intentions from the rest of the story.

The theme of the online article is leisure and entertainment, and I certainly have no ambition to create a masterpiece, I just want to be true to what I say and not waste the time of readers and myself.

In the end, I inevitably have to say more: I am old and young, and it is not easy to live, so I rely on writing essays to support my family. Your support directly determines whether I can continue to eat this bowl of rice, and subscription is the most direct and effective encouragement for an author, I hope you will give you support, thank you enough! (To be continued.) )