The Alatirit usually used small, one-man boats. It is not so much a boat as a blown seal skin, and these small boats have a short lifespan because the water soaks the seal skins and pours into the boat through the cracks, so the Aratilites use them only as a temporary means of transportation, that is, when the ice sheet breaks or the tide rises while they are traveling through the ice sheets - or when fishing or hunting seals in the shallow waters.

They also had a relatively large vessel that could accommodate six to eight people in it, and had rudders that they used specifically for whaling. It may be strange to those who, since this vessel was designed for whaling, does not seem to be so reliable in appearance and substance, but it is not known that the Alatirit deliberately made it light and slippery. Except for the steel ships made by the gnomes, there were no ships that could withstand the slapping and slamming of whales, so why should they make ships out of the precious gold wood found in the Northlands, and the light and slippery sealskin boats would be pushed away by the waves that accompanied the great whales, or soar high, and unless a whale was crushed on their boat, it was rare for the Alatirit to sink into the sea with their boat.

Neither of these ships were needed by the adventurers, however, and they had to cross the entire Eternal Night Sea, which was two thousand miles wide compared to the rest of the sea, and even if all went well, they would have to sail for nearly ten days in the dim white light of the Eternal Day. Ten days to go, ten days to return, only twenty days or a little more for them to search for the treasures of the metal dragon in the vast ice field. Of course, even beyond this time, they can continue to stay in the increasingly dangerous Far North Sea, but in this plane, the eternal day and eternal night of the Far North do not bear the slightest resemblance to the polar day and night of the other plane. The eternal day of the Far North Sea is followed by the eternal night, which is full of blizzards and hurricanes, but like a mad lady, it will calm down without warning, and in one or several deep dark nights, it allows people to glimpse the graceful aurora that covers the snow like a light veil - the one that the elves often come to see in groups, although at that time they did not dare to try to enter the Far North Sea easily.

The great ship that the Alatyrites had made for the adventurers could not, Perrant sighed softly, and after the Alatyrites left the great ship they had never seen before, the druids put their hands on the hull, and suddenly, the noise of the seabirds became faint, or disappeared, and the gray-blue water throbbed gently, and at any time, the cold wind, which was as sharp as a blade, seemed to be caught in both feet, and the shaman closed his eyes, quietly enjoying the rare calm, and the power of life, which emanated from the hands of the druid, and spread like flowing water to the entire hullThe first child let out a small exclamation - he was hiding in the shadow of the great ship, and a slender branch, which did not look at all like it could survive here, poked its head out, circled around his fingers, and bloomed a flower the size of a thumb, but what a rarity it was in the world of the Alatileites.

"Is this the Child of Nature?" Nanuk asked, a plant he had never seen grow out of the dirt inside the ship—a thin layer of dirt, but like an open treasure trove. Are they vines, or lichens, or shrubs? No one knows, their branches and roots spread everywhere, turning over the side of the ship, and the whole hull is firmly covered by them, and they have brown, purple and black stems, and ruby green or moss-green leaves, and they not only bloom but also bear fruit, the fruit is like a star, and the flower is like a cloud.

The shaman nodded, a long, long time ago, when the gods of the Alatyrit were not yet asleep, the shaman was able to do it, and in each eternal day they would give birth to grains and trees, and medicinal herbs for healing, and the Alatirites were more numerous, stronger, and longer than they are now, but now...... "Yes," the shaman said, "They are the darlings of Angelis, the god of life—the venerable and eternal deity who always watches over them, like a starlight that shines on their path." ”

Sorrow passed through Nanuk's eyes—faster than the shadow of a bird, and then those dark brown eyes were once again overtaken by a rocky determination.

"Looks like we're going to say goodbye to our friends. Nanuk said that after all these strangers had done for them, the Aratilits had to regard them as brothers and sisters, if not as friends—and they needed a warm and rich farewell feast, for the Black Iron, the Cluster of Flowers, would not mind taking out a portion of the seal meat, and the pickled puffins that they had treasured, buried in shark flesh, and fermented underground for three years. Nanuk has always regretted that they had pickled so few puffins last year that they didn't make up for their friends' plates, but thankfully there is still a chance to make amends.

"I'm so glad the pickled puffins have been eaten. "Knowing that the Aratilites were going to hold a farewell feast, Leona, the princess of the Norman Highlands, was lucky enough to say that because of her surname and bloodline, she had the good fortune of getting a pickled puffin last time—she must admit that in the Normans of the Highlands there were such strange dishes as wild boar offal soup and roasted unicorn heads, which were criticized by many other people, but they were at least a dish, as far as ...... The Alatirit served a delicacy that was said to be a delicacy that only distinguished guests had the privilege of tasting, and it was so strong that even the spell caster sighed at the stench of Furu...... The shape and color could hardly be called flesh, and there were tiny thorns in it, which according to Cremar might have been bones or feathers or something like that—the black-haired spellcaster didn't have to suffer this kind of torture, because in the minds of the elves, he was still a ...... Toddler.

Perrant's name Leona has also been heard for a long time, after all, he is the administrator of Grey Ridge, and he can also be said to be one of the few envoys of the elves to the outside world, and he often appears on many occasions when the Silver Crown Jungle needs to express his position...... For example, when Leona's father became the Norman king, Leona had seen the tall and majestic elf, and had heard about him—he was said to be as cold and harsh as a human, and had a sense of reason that most elves did not possess—but when Leona developed a sincere awe of him, it was probably when he swallowed a whole pickled puffin without changing his face.

Leona ...... She also has her runes.

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Even the next day, when their sealskin boat sailed on the indigo sea, Leona seemed to have a whole pickled puffin in her mouth, and this time she had more pickled puffins on her plate than the last time, and she had used up the last rune associated with it last time. Luckily, she also had a companion who was able to dispel the terrible smell of the pickled puffins, and secretly gave her a piece of ice - the smell of the pickled puffins would become very faint after numbing her mouth, but the sticky and slightly bone-tingled sensation was still quite clear, and every breath she took afterwards seemed to be deeply nostalgic for the peculiar dish - it wasn't food at all, but weapons, the princess thought discouragedly, she wasn't even sure whether to advise the elves to take a different route when they returned.

What the Norman princesses of the Highlands didn't know was that even if the elves would return by the same route, they would not be able to see Nanuk and their tribe anymore. Because of Perrant's reminder, not only the Nanuk tribe, but even the Cluster Flower tribe decided to move to another place farther from the coast, so as not to be attacked and retaliated against by the sea ghosts - the Alatirit always follow the seals and fish to move, and it is not difficult for them to move the tribe, and their only regret is that they may never see their new friends again.

Dwarf McGee was perhaps the most accustomed ****** of all, though the sea here bears little resemblance to the sea of the Dragonfire Islands. The sea of the Dragonfire Islands is turquoise, warm and lightly salty, and the sea here is very deep, so the color is also biased towards night rather than day, especially after the white ice floes gradually appear on the surface of the sea, the sea water changes from the original indigo, to patina, then a deeper dark navy blue, and then a more translucent black like obsidian, only the surface of the sea can barely find some transparent sapphire blue, he finally knows why it is called the Eternal Night Sea. The gnomes sat on the bottom of the boat with their chin dragged, perhaps the god of fate was smiling at the adventurers, who had not encountered a storm or a mighty monster during the two nights and a day of sailing (ignore the sporadic harassment), but the sea was still the sea after all, and the thin sealskin boat was even more bumpy like the butt of a swinging dancer, like Baldwin and Leona, who had to lie down and hug each other to resist the vomiting sensation that would come up their throats from time to time, and the dwarf McGee was only troubled by the continuous rush into the ship, even if he was covered with a huge snow bear skin with his head and face, and inevitably get covered in the face (cold dog food taken indiscriminately...... No), he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, the waters of the Eternal Night Sea were a little lighter and cleaner than those of the Dragonfire Islands, after all, there were too few lives in the Far North compared to the warm south.

McGee had thought of staying in the tribe of the Aratilites, but the hardships of the Aratilites daunted him - not to mention that they lived in igloos, ate raw meat, covered with lightly processed and smelly furs, and caravans rarely came here, McGee did not feel that he could cross the Dragonspine Mountains alone, and as for the dwarves' secret passages, he suspected that he would be poked to death by the patrolling dwarves as soon as he appeared there. He sometimes didn't understand why he did that, and when the first impulse was gone, all that was left was chagrin - he tried several times to take out the dwarves' drawings and ask Perrant to return them to them, but wouldn't that be another offense and no benefit? This is not what a dwarf should do, so can he be like a dwarf? But dwarves don't steal, they just break everything that stands in their way like a hammer - this realization causes the dwarf to fall into endless depression.

He even knew that he was in essence full of distrust of his companions and fearful of their future journey, and he wanted to stay on land, but Perrante obviously did not allow it - the soul of the Alatirit was as pure and fierce as this far northern sea, and if a dwarf were left here, they might complement each other and even sympathize with each other, but a dwarf, forget it, when he was treated as a friend, the Alatirit would inevitably be harmed, but when he was treated as an enemy, The Aratilites were about to have an extra delicacy called pickled gnome meat—the gnome rolled his eyes unconsciously at the imagination, and he looked at the bow of the ship, where sat the dark-haired spellcaster, while another elf was examining his quiver, and although he sat in the stern, about sixty feet between them, McGee did not feel that the distance would interfere with their understanding.

So where is Perrante? Directly in front of the ship. The great ship of the Aratilits, that is, the kind that carried six oarsmen, a helmsman, and a fork thrower, was only one-third the length and a quarter as wide as all their present ships, but it was obviously impossible for them to recruit a group of Aratilites to be oarsmen, and it was impossible for a ship with sealskin and whale skin and a whalebone frame to erect a mast and certainly not hang sails. So the power of the ship was completely entrusted to the druid's animal friends, and a group of baleen whales were willing to accept the hire, and after they had eaten a meal of white krill brought by the warm current, they began to take turns biting the rope fixed to the front of the boat and pulling it all the way, many young baleen whales even treated them as a game, and the older baleen whales didn't care about the weight of the boat and the people on it, if there was anything that made it difficult, it was probably that they hated the shape and smell of the boat, because this shape and smell often meant that they were about to lose one or a lot of people in the group, however, this problem was quickly solved by the aromatic plants spawned by the elves.

The elves were willing to do the same, especially Perrant, who had feared that the young baleen whales would be mistaken for friends and approach the Alatirite ship because of this journey—although the Alatirit hunted whales only to fill their stomachs, and did not kill or waste them, the druids did not want to artificially weaken the vigilance of some natural creatures.

The baleen whale transformed by the druid is in front of the whale group, and he is responsible for guiding the way, which is not much of a hindrance to the whale group, which is originally going to the Far North Sea, as for the part of the vast Far North Sea, it does not matter, and the reward provided by the elves can make them not have to worry about food sources and the threat of killer whales and white sharks along the way, which is very satisfying for these intelligent creatures, especially a few "ladies" with calves.

The lich looked down, and under the clear waters, the backs of the whales seemed to be covered with a thin layer of crystal, and every once in a while he could see a grayish-white flat head sticking out of the water, a sight that was rare for him- When he was still alive, given Grenada's education, any other creature was food but enemies, and after he became an undead, the negative energy that diffused on the Seventy-Seven Islands would not even leave a starfish in the sea, let alone such a large, vigorous creature.

"Poof!" Just as he was enjoying the marvelous scene at his rare leisure, the disturbing nasty ghost came—a mighty jet of water shot out of the sea, and if it were not a lich sitting here, but a human or a dwarf, he would have been drenched. The lich just waved his hand, and the water column returned in place, giving its original owner a good look.

Kerry glanced at him, shook his head, and smiled helplessly, and sometimes Cremar was a cautious eye.

Of course, it won't be baleen whales that can spew this kind of water jet, they don't have this ability, and this little guy who is always looking for an opportunity to give the caster a head of water comes from a group of archer dolphins - they like to eat flying fish the most, and flying fish tend to fly out of the water when they are chased, and I don't know when these dolphins learned to jet water jets to knock them down.

It was only a misshoot at first, but when the lich fought back, it was clear that a young shooter, the dolphin, felt that he had found a perfect playmate. (To be continued.) )