Anti-theft chapter, the latest chapter will be replaced tomorrow.

The sea breeze is cold.

The soul of the other world sat on a smooth black sea stone, looking at the sea in the distance— The Alatirites rowed their boats, one by one to send the disease-ridden tribesmen to the flat island, of course, it was not an island, it was probably larger than the island in the Eternal Night Sea, the surface was uneven, and there was constantly a viscous transparent liquid overflowing from the tiny holes, and the Alatirit put those humans who had gone away from the dangerous high fever, but still had some ulcers on their backs and abdomen, and kept picking up those precious mucus with their fingers and smearing them on the latter's **** body.

This is the third day that Perrante has found the speartailed pufferfish, and they are thankful that the power of the speartail pufferfish is indeed able to dispel the shadow caused by the sea ghost woman - Nanuk's people have not gone far, and once the epidemic is under control, they cannot wait to return to their relatives- The pufferfish that Perrante found had been living in the sea of eternal night for hundreds of years, and although it was not as old as the elves, it was already a very, very, very old man for ordinary pufferfish and humans, and was very tolerant and gentle, not only allowing the elves to draw its blood, but also willing to swim with the elves into the shallow sea. The shallow sea is dangerous for many large sea creatures, because without the support of water, they cannot get out of the predicament of stranding with their own muscles and bones, even if this speartail pufferfish can be said to be a magical creature, it has no wings, no feet, and human weapons can harm it.

But it followed Perrante to the place anyway, and it didn't mind treating humans as long as they were willing to provide it with enough fish. After all, it didn't need to stay here for a day or two, it had been hunting almost all the time, after all, its body was so large that in order to sustain its life, it could only take a small rest once in a while, as the common pufferfish often do, to surface the sea and bask in the sun. Now it can bask in the sun comfortably, and although the sun is not fierce at this time, it can at least bring a meager warmth, but when it rolls over, it pays attention to the humans on its body, who are a bit stupid and don't quickly slip away at the slightest sign like those seabirds, seals and turtles - at one point, it almost let all the humans on its body fall into the ice sea and feed the white krill.

Perrant walks on the body of the speartail pufferfish, which has fine, rice-grain-like scales, and on this pufferfish the size of a rock on the seashore, several Alatirit rowed their sealskin boats on a protruding "stone" It was also a place that no one else dared to approach, because it was the head of the spear-tailed pufferfish, its gills were as large as a cowhide tent that could hold twenty people, and in front of it were two eyes like water, covered with translucent soft membranes, and when its mouth was opened, it could swallow the small boat of the Alatirites, and the people standing in the small boat were none other than the three sons of Nanuk, who took turns piercing the big fish they caught with their spears and sending them to the mouth of the pufferfish, and at first they were worried that the tips of their spears would pierce the tongue of the pufferfish and make it angryBut after two or three times, they found that the tongue of the pufferfish was rubbing against the tip of the black iron spear, as if another steel weapon was fighting against it.

The pufferfish suddenly moved, and all the Alatirites could feel the "ground" shake and shake violently, and Nanuk glanced at the druid, and saw that it was nothing more than the pufferfish greeting the children of nature—it erected its pectoral fins, and the shadow of the pectoral fins enveloped the druids in it at once, and Perrant reached out and gently shook the tip of one of the fins.

"Please," said the druid gently, "my friend." ”

That pectoral fin shook a few times, so to speak, gently.

"Shaman let me tell you. Nanuk's eldest son said that he had lost a child who was still a fetus, but that his lover was still alive, which was very lucky," he said, "and he found the Cluster of Flowers, who were willing to give fifty people. ”

Peran nodded: "Plus fifty of you." ”

"A hundred men can build the big ship you need in five days," Nanuk's eldest son went on to say that although the Alatirit of the Cluster of Flowers wanted to take away half of the black iron that belonged to them, there would never be a war between the Alatirits, and they were not worried that the black iron would turn into arrows and swords into their chests, and that they would not be able to complete the exchange without the fifty people of the Cluster Flowers tribe, and that with the seal skins of the Cluster Flowers tribe, they could build the big ships that the Children of Nature and their companions needed better and more beautiful— It was the only thing they could do now, his father, on behalf of the tribe, had promised to always be kind to any of the Children of Nature and the humans around them, but that would not fully repay them for the favor they had received.

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"The people of the Cluster Flower Tribe will come after a round of flowers. Shaman said. His igloo is home to a lichen that produces small white flowers, which can bloom for up to eight months in a warm environment, the flowers open during the day and close at night, and the Aratilites observe the flowers when they need a "precise" time, or when they are in the middle of eternal night and eternal day, but in the tribes of the Alatirites, the only way to maintain the temperature that can keep the flowers open for a long time is in the shaman's igloo, where the fat of the seals and whales is never scarce.

"But we also need whalebones. In fact, the shaman said, Nanuk thought it would be better for them to hunt a colony of seals so that the big ship could get new seal skins, but the shaman scolded him harshly, and while Nanuk just wanted to pay off his debts, hunting more seals for the sake of the big ship would only make the children of nature even angrier.

"The Sea of Eternal Night and the Sea of the Far North do not belong to the Alatirites. The shaman said, "It belongs to every living creature that lives here, whales, seals, fish, white krill, every generation of the Alatirit, we catch them, we eat their flesh, we drink their blood and fat, we peel off their fur to keep them from the cold, and when we die, our bodies are thrown into the sea and become their food. This is the will of the god of the Far North, Ulutiru, and we are no wiser, nobler, greater than any whale, nor any seal, nor any fish, and we are the same as them. Remember, Nanuk, this is the key to the Aratilites thriving in this land, more important than the arrows and spears of black iron. ”

This little episode Perrant didn't know anything, he only knew that the Alatirit might dismantle some of their ships to replenish the sealskins needed by the big ships, but the shaman also said that the hunt during the polar day would give them more seal skins, and some of them were injured and would not be able to use their boats anytime soon, and the only remaining problem was the whalebones needed for the big ships.

"Whalebones are not a problem," Perrante said, "and my new friend told me that just a few hundred miles away, there was an old trench where there were whalebones, but they had been abandoned by the whales a long time ago, so the new whales might not be able to know where it was." ”

"The big guy?"

"Isn't it?" said Perrante, who would have struggled to find a gentler creature in the sea of eternal night than the pufferfish. Especially the speartail pufferfish he found, its huge body and magical creature status doomed it to be difficult for other creatures to pose a threat to it, so its temperament was even better than that of the average pufferfish, and it was miraculously no stranger to humans, telling the druid that it had seen "humans" with pointed ears like him When it was not that big, their ship sank in the storm, and after the storm ended, the pufferfish that could not wait to surface to bask in the sun was used by them as a broken hull, only to find out later that it was not, and the good-natured pufferfish allowed them to spend a leisurely time on their backs, and in return, they caught fish for the pufferfish to eat, which is why it knew that if it allowed humans to cling to its body, it could be exchanged for fish to eat.

"When are you going?" asked the shaman, "do you need our warriors?"

Perrant shook his head, thousands of feet deep in the sea, even if he could cast a spell to make them breathe, they couldn't afford the weight of the sea water on them, but he really wasn't prepared to dive into the deep sea alone.

"I'll go with Cremar. He said.

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When Kerriben found Cremar, he was sitting alone on a black rock, with Kerryburn's quiver beside him, and the Mithril arrows were floating with magical light, and he was busy all the time- Day, let's just say that, under the torture of the former undead, even if there was no day and night now, and he didn't need to look at the magic paraphernalia that Gülen had extorted from the blunt-headed tavern owner of Sharp Jaw Harbor and fell into their hands as compensation, and he would know that he had spent about seven small squares on these arrows.

The elves walked silently, their steps lighter than those of Glenn as thieves, and even though they were covered with moss, they still walked on the stone as if they were walking on a smooth carpet. Kerry walked behind the black-haired spellcaster, and when he looked down at him, he was amused to find that there were two obvious hair spins on the top of the caster's head, and the Serris said that people with two hair spins would be exceptionally smart, and he didn't know if this sentence applied to the non-Cerris, but he always felt that being a spellcaster Cremar was qualified or even excellent, but he was occasionally a little silly.

A gray butterfly flew in with the sea breeze, perhaps the caster's black hair gave it some illusion, and it folded its wings and landed between the two hair whirls, flicking its tentacles to find some dew and pollen.

The elf stretched out his hands and curled up a warm dome to cover the butterfly - the butterfly's wings are very fragile, and if you pinch it or flapp it with your palm, even if it is released, the butterfly will not be able to continue flying because of its broken wings, and will be preyed upon or die of weakness. After feeling the slight itching from the butterfly's tentacles, Kerry withdrew his hands and opened them to the black-haired caster who turned his head.

"There are butterflies here too?" said the otherworldly soul in surprise, "so cold, such a lonely place?"

"Butterflies are not as fragile as you see," Carey Ben held the butterfly that was unwilling to leave his palm for some reason, took out the bottle containing the snow honey from his side, poured a drop of snow honey into the palm of his hand, and the gray butterfly immediately concentrated on eating.

"The butterfly needs to lie dormant in the ground for 14 years before it pupates into a butterfly. "In terms of human calculations and the amount of time it can fly through the air, she would have to lurk underground for thousands of years before she could come into this world." ”

"It's so tough. The black-haired spellcaster said.

"Yes, and there will be predators, strong winds, and torrential rains, and even if they are lucky enough to escape all of the above, they will have less than fifty days to find a mate and have offspring. ”

"It's the only one here. ”

"Maybe it's swept by the sea breeze, and its wings can't fight the sea breeze. ”

"I can't help myself. ”

"Yes. ”

"But it's lucky that it met you. ”

"Fate is like that," Carey Ben said, "and it's not always bitter. ”

As they spoke, the grey butterfly had finished eating the snow honey given by the elf, and Kerry raised his palm, "Go," and he said to the butterfly, "Go, go to your people, this is not the place where you should stay." ”

Perhaps the butterfly did not want to leave this warm and sweet place, but as the elf said, it could not fight against the wind of the sea, and the wind swept it and carried it away, but what allowed the elf to smile was that its flapping wings were much more powerful than before, and the sea breeze could carry it away, but it was clearly able to control its direction.

"Can I too?" the black-haired spellcaster asked suddenly.

"What?"

"What if...... You see, I want to assume this," said the otherworldly soul, "if one day, I mean, one day...... I might need a little bit of your time, like this butterfly, just a little bit of time—okay?"

There was a confused look in the elf's eyes: "...... I don't understand," he paused: "Well, of course, why not." (To be continued.) )