In the gray moonlight, the island floating in the ocean was like a pitch-black scroll spread out on the sea, and the waves soaked its silhouette like a fickle palm, trying to touch its heart.

According to the map, it is completely off the edge of the equator, and the sea breeze turns into a wet and cold snap as it blows over the island. But it wasn't just geography, Draenor believed that the biting cold wind came from something else, perhaps the curse that had come with the Azra.

The ruined village in front of me almost blends into the woods, stretching like a clump of vines down the rugged mountain road like a reef. And on the other side of the hill is the city of Luna-Omon.

"We're on the northwest side, about fifteen kilometers in a straight line from Luna Omon." "But the situation of the dead city is still unknown, leaving the horses on the boat for the time being, we need to explore the surroundings on foot." Excluding possible delays on the road, we can reach it in no more than one horseback ride. ”

"Let's go." Draenor said to Jeanne.

He remembered the white dress Jeanne wore at Winter Day, when she looked like a big sister living in the Cross City. And now, she still changed into her old outfit, black knee-high leather boots, a bouquet Nikanlos-style shirt on her chest, and a dagger pinned to her waist.

She was indeed a living hunter, with the blood of the wolfborn in her veins, and it was not known if her hunting skills would have regressed during her time in Kerton City......

"Hmm." Jeanne nodded in reply with a confident smile on her face.

The two of them walked into the forest with the exorcist, flanked by dead trees that looked like giant skeletons, with hollow windows wide open but no human sign in sight, and the open doors seemed to warn them.

"What do you think of that book?"

Amoro suddenly turned to Draenor and asked.

This made him feel a little surprised, and he didn't know how to react to the topic thrown at the other party for a while. After being stunned for two seconds, he thought that Amoro's should be the previous poetry collection "Moon Island".

"There is a special mood that seems to depict an island in the middle of a story...... But really, I think the sentence is a little incoherent, and it's a little too depressing in terms of poetry, more like a dark fairy tale. He shrugged his shoulders and said, he could see that there was a strange atmosphere in the book, I wonder what the author was thinking when he wrote this story, was it to scare the child?

"I didn't ask you to rate it!" Amoro raised his tone and shouted impatiently, "I am its content, 'Do you believe that the inhabitants of the Moon Island can only curl up in the Weave of Darkness?'" ”

The sudden questioning made Draenor frown, he didn't know what Amoro was angry about, and he didn't know what kind of answer he wanted to hear.

"Before you see the truth, don't believe it, it's just a book." He took a deep breath and simply prevaricated, hoping that this pointless conversation would end there.

"That's right, no one would believe that Luna Omon was alive. The prophecy of that book was fabricated, and it had become a lair of wild beasts and vampires, and the poor inhabitants would not want to be captured alive even if they drowned! So they're dead! ”

"Amoro." Lopud suddenly stopped, staring at the "pirate" with cold eyes.

"Alright, Chief Lopud, I'm talking too much. yes, I should keep my mouth shut, who made me the truth? No one wants to believe in the harsh reality. Amoro replied to Lopud in a sarcastic tone, spitting disdainfully on the ground.

"No, I didn't hear you anything, but I noticed something else, keep quiet......" Lopud paused, carefully observing everything around him, turned back to Jeanne and asked, "Did you hear that?" ”

"Yes, it's faint, but it should be just around the corner." Jeanne tucked her hair behind her ears and seemed to notice the same movement.

Draenor put his hand on the hilt of his sword just as Lopud said his first words, but he didn't hear anything out of the ordinary, only the howling of the cold wind through the trees.

A few seconds later, as he held his breath, he did hear something, like a faint breath, but it contained some kind of affection, and there were two sounds, one sobbing, the other like the cry of a baby, and the sound of the wind cut the dead silence that permeated the forest into vague pieces.

It's the sobbing voice of the woman, and she is holding the child!

Draenor could almost see the image he had envisioned in the dark, but he remembered that when Amoro had just passed, the inhabitants of the Moon Island had completely disappeared, and there were no human shadows to be seen here!

"Be vigilant and take care of your weapons...... Lopud commanded in a low voice, lifting the crate behind his back and walking towards the source of the sound.

The group followed the exorcist Rao's footsteps, and Draenor could barely hear his own breathing, and he slowly turned his head to confirm the direction of the sound. At this moment, he suddenly found that Lopud's order was a little contradictory, and the threat of "heightened vigilance" was imminent, but he used the word "manage", perhaps the exorcist had already determined the identity of the other party with his own experience, and determined that they were not the beasts he imagined.

Continuing through the ruins, a ship appeared where the trees were beginning to thicken, and the mast had fallen to one side, merging with the branches that had been pressed at different angles by the hull. A rectangular window was left in the barnacle-covered floor, and a faint glow of fire was revealed in the gap that fit the hull, proving that it was indeed inhabited.

"Stand here and be vigilant, we can't be sure it's human." Lopud whispered to the three of them, and walked like a breeze to the side of the sailboat.

Draenor saw him knock on the door as if he were visiting a normal resident, and didn't know what was going on in the crack in the door. After a while, the sobbing stopped abruptly, and at the same time covered the child's mouth, causing the cry to turn into a whimper.

The "door" was opened a crack, revealing a half-pale face looking at the stranger standing at the door, and the next second she gasped, slammed the door like crazy, and completely sealed the door with chains.

"Ma'am, I'm an exorcist, the opposite of those monsters."

Lopud calmly explained to the other side of the door, the emotionless words that seemed to have the power to convince any mana, and made the woman hiding in the boat stop her movements.

The door was heartily pulled open again, and this time the woman in the boat looked at Lopud with very different eyes than before, like a lamb of dawn.

After a brief conversation with the woman, Lopud finally took off his hat and turned to the crowd.

"That's a warm ......," Amoro muttered, slung his suitcase over his shoulder and walked toward where Lopud stood.

Draenor didn't know what was happening, but to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, he wrapped the musket in a short blanket and stuffed it into his shoulder bag, revealing only a triangular metal butt that made it look like part of a shovel, and got up to catch up with Jeanne in Amoro's footsteps.