For Gordon, the surroundings are dry.

Without the warmth and comfort of the sea, he felt as if his body was sinking into a pool of mud and sand, rough and sticky.

However, this kind of environment should be a relatively good place for humans.

He thought to himself.

In a neatly furnished living room, sitting in a hardwood chair that is universally loved by humans. An old maid brought him a cup of sweet and sour tea.

After smearing some of the liquid with his tentacles and sending a few drops into his mouth, Gordon felt a little comforted.

"It's been a long time since I've been on land."

A voice with a smile on it came from the other side, and Gordon couldn't help but grunt in response.

Then he suddenly realized that the person who spoke was not his own people, but he couldn't understand his own sea slang, so he nodded stiffly according to human habits.

"It's been two years."

He looked up at the other as he spoke.

In terms of human aesthetics, it was a very handsome young man, wearing a simple linen shirt at home, but sitting there faintly exuded a sense of serenity and elegance.

At the same time, a smile on the young human's face made Gordon feel very kind, as if the other party knew exactly what it was like to be here at the moment, and was making fun of it.

Gordon liked the feeling because it was like a kind of tacit feeling after a friend's reunion.

In fact, he and the other party are indeed friends, but they don't usually keep in touch.

"Are you already a transcendent, Bernie?"

He then asked curiously.

There was a faint glow on the human friend's body, and it was obvious that he was no longer the ordinary human he had seen many years ago, but if he remembered correctly, the other party had never been able to become a transcendent person.

"Yes, that's one of the reasons I settled here."

The young human friend replied with a kind and handsome smile, and Gordon couldn't help but think back to the cute human boy he had met when he first met him a few years ago......

He met Bernie during an ocean storm, when he was still the Territory Patrol Leader of the Polyp Tribe, and happened to be in charge of patrolling the waters of Bernie's ship.

He vividly remembered how panicked the humans who had fallen into the ocean world due to the storm were confronted by them.

Only Bernie, who was still a child at the time, seemed very calm, and did not show anything unusual about their "terrifying" appearance.

This gave Gordon a good feeling, so when he heard the tribal leader ask for a meeting and negotiation, he directly agreed.

Then, the overboard humans, who were supposed to be used as playthings or rations by the sea tribe, were released by the leader of the polyp tribe, and when they were released, they politely ran to send them off.

At the time, Gordon was surprised because it was completely different from the way the polyp tribe used to behave.

Later, he learned that it was because the man had not only skillfully escaped the crisis in that negotiation, but also negotiated a deal with the tribal leader, and the two sides were already temporary allies.

Not only did he not get depressed when he encountered a difficult situation, but he also benefited from this difficult situation, especially when he was so young.

After Gordon learned all this, he always had a feeling of admiration and admiration for Bernie.

So when he met him again shortly after that and heard that he wanted to hire him as his Sea Clan advisor, Gordon readily agreed.

Unfortunately, his career as an advisor had to be suspended because he wanted to inherit the tribe as the leader.

However, although it was over, he was always impressed with Bernie, and later exchanged letters with each other through human caravans sailing on the seas, so the relationship has remained until now.

So when Gordon and the tribe behind him were in trouble and needed to relocate the entire tribe to the Broken Isles, he thought of Bernie.

Because Bernie is said to have a high influence there.

And at this moment, after realizing that Bernie's attitude was still the same as he remembered, Gordon directly proposed his own intention.

"Is it because of a losing battle with a tribe?"

"No, it's because the overall situation in the marine world is very bad, and we have suffered a natural disaster."

Gordon replied, and then mentioned many things related to the sea serpent demon, not realizing that what he was talking about now was actually a kind of secrecy in the human world.

"That monster is eating more and more, and all the tribes in the sea world need to bear the risk for it. Some tribes want to escape to the other side of the continent through the human kingdom on your side, but negotiations in this regard have been slow. Our tribe didn't want to wait, so we decided to find another way out. ”

The young human friend nodded.

"Then the Broken Isles are indeed a suitable choice, the terrain is unique, and monsters of this size can't get by."

As he spoke, he motioned for a nearby servant to bring a pen and paper, and began to write a letter on it.

He was fast, but his handwriting was not sloppy, and having served as this Sea Clan's advisor, Gordon was naturally a literate Sea Clan.

As a result, he was able to see that the other party described their tribe in the letter as very simple, even peace-loving.

He was very touched by this.

"You're a good friend of our polyp tribe forever, Bernie, and we'll not hesitate to help you if you need us."

"There are many times when the tide of the times cannot be resisted, so the survival of your tribe is the greatest help to me."

Bernie responded, "After all, there aren't many Sea Tribes like you who don't reject communication with humans. ”

"That's because it does us a lot of good, Bernie."

Gordon was honest with his thoughts.

"Otherwise, we wouldn't have thought of communicating with humans."

The young human friend smiled, and then stamped the letter and pushed it to Gordon.

"Take this letter and go to the King's Isle there to find Queen Risden when you arrive in the Broken Isles, she will be friendly with you, but if you want to settle in the vicinity, you will still need to negotiate with the humans there."

"It's normal, we're ready for it."

Gordon nodded in response, then placed the letter in his chest pocket.

"Beware of the Eel Tribe,"

He then said to his friends, "Their tribe is located near Mace Hammer Island, and they are still on the side of the invasion faction, advocating the use of force to invade the human world to achieve their goals. So if the situation can't be controlled, they will definitely start a war against you. ”

"Has it come to this?"

"The sea world is huge, Bernie, and each tribe has its own ideas. Some of the madmen couldn't even control the Sea Dragon Elders. ”

Gordon said sincerely, and then said nothing to the human friend, and then got up to say goodbye to his human friend and left.

With a layer of camouflaged water magic, he didn't cause panic among the humans around him when he walked through the human colony known as Shiphull, and he was able to return to the ocean from a dock without incident.

The familiar relationship between the sea and the air finally made him relax, and then he lifted the disguise on his body.

As a result, a large black octopus slowly fluffed its tentacles and appeared under the surface of the sea near Hammer Island.

However, no one saw the existence of this octopus, because it only took a few breaths after it appeared, and suddenly turned into a swift torrent and rushed to the depths of the ocean.

It was fast, and it took only one night to reach a tribe of polyps in a dark ditch somewhere in the deep sea.

However, as soon as he arrived at the tribe, Gordon's original happiness with the help of his human friends was shattered.

"Negotiations with the humans have been suspended, and all tribes must participate in the next meeting of the Dehai Clan?"

Gordon was at a loss to hear the news.

It was said that the negotiations were likely to succeed, but why did they suddenly stop now?

Could it be that all the leaders of the invading faction and the peace faction were assassinated?