Diego let out a faint ** and woke up from a deep nightmare. He felt only a splitting headache, and the veins in his forehead were pounding, like when he woke up the next morning after drinking a whole vat of Thunder Ale. He remembered in a daze, as if he had been fighting pirates before he fell unconscious.

"Are you being captured?" He didn't rush to open his eyes, but moved his arms slightly, and found that his hands were not tied. Do these pirates really underestimate themselves and think that there is no threat to hunters who have lost their muskets?

He moved his right hand as unobtrusively as he could, slowly moving it to his waist. He remembered that his M500 pistol had been placed there, and hoped that it had not been searched by the pirates, though that hope was slim.

But his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a powerful hand!

Diego was startled, and opened his eyes sharply to see a pair of familiar golden eyes looking down at him.

"Heh......" He squeezed a relaxed gasp out of his throat and stopped struggling.

"Thank you Elune, you're finally awake, how are you feeling now?" Masrae asked delightfully.

"It's not good at all, I feel like I've been run over by 10,000 Kodomon, and my whole body hurts." Diego sat up from the beach with his hands on the ground, and to his surprise, he managed to do it, albeit with some difficulty.

"You're lucky that the bones aren't broken, and as for those flesh wounds, I've already treated you, and the pain will subside in a while." Masrae said.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"It's been almost an afternoon, and I haven't woken you up, because a deep sleep will make you recover faster than the concussions of your internal organs."

As he spoke, Diego glanced around and saw that they were on a stretch of coast. Looking inland, he saw rolling mountains covered with lush jungle that took on a tiny color in the twilight.

"Where is this?" He asked, a little surprised. He could be sure it wasn't somewhere in the Valley of Thorns, it was an island. Because there were so many strange plants growing here, he had never seen them in the Valley of Thorns.

"I don't know either, but I guess it's Haguero because from the map. Except for this island, no other island in this area is this big. Masrae guessed that he had seen the charts in the navigation room when he was on board.

Just then, Diego suddenly heard a thunderous roar coming from the direction of the sea, and he suddenly turned his head and looked that way. By this time it was already dark. However, on the foggy sea, there are still fires bursting out from time to time, and they are extinguished in an instant.

"That's the Flying Osprey and the Wave Chopping Waves, they've been fighting all afternoon, and it looks like they're going to keep fighting." Masrae explained.

"I hope the flying Osprey wins, otherwise we will be miserable, trapped here and unable to go back." Diego said from the bottom of his heart that after the Splash Goddess was blown to pieces, the ship was their only hope of returning to Booty Bay, and he didn't want to be alone on this desert island for the rest of his life.

"What about the mage?" Diego suddenly remembered something. He remembered that the mage had been struck by a bear that had fallen from the sky.

"Drowned, I threw myself into the water and drowned." Masrae said nonchalantly, his expression as simple as swatting a fly to death, "He would have liked to struggle with the underwater breathing potion, but no one could compete with the druids in the water." He said proudly.

"Well, well, tell me about what happened after the explosion of the Spray Goddess." Diego couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the Night Elves, together with the sea, had helped him solve a big problem.

"It's simple. After the Splash Goddess exploded, the huge waves poured into the Red Mist, which was almost blasted into a sieve, sinking it too. So I found a board and pushed you and Guan Haifa here. Masrae replied. At that time, the flying Osprey was fighting with people, and there was no time to stop and pull them up.

"Is there anyone else alive on the Spray Goddess?"

"Perhaps, maybe some of the Marines who jumped to the Red Mist survived, but the coast here is too long, and I'm not sure if there are survivors elsewhere, after all, not everyone can swim twenty nautical miles to get here. But I've asked Kanhaifa to search along the coastline. ”

Diego sorted out his thoughts and thought about what to do now, but he soon realized that they had nothing to do now but wait for the ship to come to their rescue.

"Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry, but I don't have anything to eat in my bag. Masrae said suddenly. After he said this, Diego remembered that he had not had a grain of rice for a day, and his stomach was empty and hungry.

He checked the equipment on his body, and luckily, almost everything was there, even the magic energy goggles were around his neck, and the hand axe was dropped on the Goddess of Waves. He finally found his demon cloth bag under his ribs.

He took out the dry food and horn marching pot from the demon cloth bag and began to prepare dinner. Although this magical cloth bag is soaked with seawater, everything stored inside is dry. It seems that the storage space opened up inside is not self-connected to the outside world, and must be consciously put in or taken out by the owner.

They found some dead leaves around and started a fire. They didn't bother to make anything complicated, they still stewed in a mess, but before the food in the pot was fully cooked, they heard someone talking loudly in the darkness in the distance.

"Hey, guys, I've got to say, we're lucky to have you on the Goddess of the Waves!"

Diego turned his head sharply and saw several low, green-skinned goblins emerging from the darkness, and at the front was Kraz, who was followed closely by Guan Haifa, "I was still at a loss just now, but what happened, as soon as I turned around, I saw your big cat." ”

"Hey, Kraz, I'm really sorry I didn't defeat the mage and let him sink the Splash Goddess." Diego said guiltily.

"Ha, it's not your fault, without you, I'm afraid we would have faced a shameful defeat, and now at least it's a draw!" Kraz said magnanimously. He had also seen the red-robed mage drowned in deep water by a druid-transformed seal, and to be honest, he was now very glad that he had decided to pull the two adventurers aboard the ship in the first place.

"Alright, guys, I'll say you guys made it in time for our island feast." Diego took out some more ham and dried porcini mushrooms and threw them into the pan.

"Thank you very much for your hospitality, but we are not here empty-handed," Kratz said with a smirk as he turned and dragged a five-foot-long lobster from his back, a little longer than himself. It was a ferocious lobster endemic to the Valley of Thorns, fiery red all over, with a large claw on its head that looked thicker than Diego's arm, "It chased me to the shore, and it seemed like it thought I was dead, and was going to cut a piece of meat off my body, but now it was going to be our meal." ”

Everyone was overjoyed, knowing that the Raging Lobster was a delicacy that all of Azeroth was famous for. Although it took some time to wash and peel the shell of this lobster, the delicious taste of the lobster proved that the time was well worth it.

"It would be wonderful to have a glass of wine at this time." Masrae took a bite of the raw, fragrant shrimp and admired it heartily, but Diego always felt the Night Elves looking at him expectantly.

"Okay, take it, this is the last stock I have." Diego sighed, took a small oak barrel from the demon's cloth bag, which filled a barrel full of Thunder Ale, and threw it over.

"I knew, Diego, that you were the human who knew me the most in the world!" Masrae let out a cheer and pulled several beer glasses from his backpack. The wine he had prepared himself had been drunk while on the ship, and he had been suffocating for the past few days.

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, he was on a desert island, but he could taste delicious food and wine, which could not help but make people sigh at the impermanence of fate. Several people talked enthusiastically, and from time to time burst into laughter, and gradually, the tension and excitement of the day were gradually diluted by the wine, but the drowsiness came up. After arranging the manpower for the night, everyone gathered around the campfire and prepared for bed. Diego and Masrae generously took out all the blankets and mattresses from their backpacks, and they were able to get one each.

Diego lay on the blanket, put his cloak over his body, and soon fell asleep—the fatigue and pain had already exhausted him.

"Maybe tomorrow we will wake up and the flying Osprey will be anchored on the beach, waiting to take us back." Before falling asleep, Diego thought as optimistically as he could.

The night was not peaceful. On the water dozens of nautical miles away, there was still the rumbling sound of cannon from time to time, and the flying Osprey was still fighting the Cutting Waves to the death. As if echoing, the roar of a huge beast could be heard from time to time in the forests of the island. (To be continued.) )