In order to deflect the embarrassment of knowing nothing, Draenor chose to take the initiative to go to the campfire himself, trying to blend in with the warm-hearted Vikings.

"So...... Can you tell me anything about the prophecy you mentioned? He barely managed to keep his smile on his face, hoping not to pour cold water on these excited new friends.

A smile instantly froze on the bald face, and he looked at Draenor in surprise and said, "It's Luna Omon's prophecy!" You're ...... Also, you're not like us, you're new here, and it might be a bit complicated for you......"

"This is a prophecy that has been around since Flora's death." The bespectacled beautiful man leaned against the crooked neck of the tree, looked up at the moon and said to him, "The moon god will eventually come to a time, and the black blood from afar will create the seeds of the moon, and when it blossoms and bears fruit, three exorcists from a foreign land are destined to end its life." ”

"One of them is called the 'Moon Chaser,' and he has an immortal body, and it is undoubtedly you! My friend! Uncle Bearded pointed solemnly at Draenor.

"Sounds abstract, doesn't it? Actually, we suspected it was just the Daredevil babble at first, until you showed up ......," the tall young man added.

"I'm more interested in what you did before, if you really fell into the sea from the lighthouse church, then you should be Leonid and Michel's savior." The bald head diverted the topic.

"Yes, the life-saving skirt doesn't count...... Wait, you seem to know what's going on in that church? Draenor suddenly reacted, forgetting that the person in front of him was one of the stranded ones.

"Just two days ago, an exorcist returned to the East Coast with stranded people trapped in the Lighthouse Chapel, including our Viking Rao leader, Michelle. What a coincidence, we also just came back from western fishing, and we were going to take a break and head to the camp on the east coast, but we didn't expect to run into you! The bald head laughed and slapped the back of Draenor's head with his heavy palm.

Draenor smiled wryly at this overly enthusiastic way of greeting. He was relieved so that he wouldn't have to explain to them where he had come from and where he was going. The most important thing is that Lopud actually survived the church, and it is believed that it will not be long before these Vikings will take themselves with Jeanne and them.

Before he could continue, several Vikings were already busy, and the bald man led everyone to put away the tents, rolled up the carpet on the beach and carried it behind him, and kicked up the sand to extinguish the blazing bonfire.

"Friend, please move somewhere." The bespectacled man motioned for Draenor to get up and untie the hammock hanging from the crooked neck tree, crumpling it up.

"What is this for? Are we ready to go? Draenor looked at the Vikings in confusion.

"That's right, right now! Today's harvest is very rich, in addition to two large barrels of tilapia also caught the protagonist of the prophecy, we have to hurry up to tell all the stranded people the good news! The bearded man happily walked out into the bushes and unloaded the broken copper and iron on his body into a huge metal box Zheng

"Let's go, those beasts are still dreaming at this point, and this journey will be safe." The bald head beckoned to him.

Draenor removed his belongings from the branches, opened the gun valve and shook off some of the seawater, and followed the Vikings with his greatsword behind him and towards the trees.

Pushing aside the branches that got in the way, he saw that the Vikings were sitting in a long carriage, which looked more like a wooden funnel on a track. The vehicle was divided into three sections, the last of which housed the bearded man and the young man, and the middle section was full of cargo. And now, the bald head, sitting at the front, stretched out his hand to him.

"Come on, brother, our team can officially be named 'Aichenryde Explorers'!"

With the help of the bald head, Draenor struggled to climb into the carriage by the side of the car, feeling like a commodity that had been transported somewhere, sitting with these strangely dressed "fellows".

There were muddy cinders in the crevices around the carriages, which he was sure were part of the train.

"You won't see it for the first time, will you? We called it the 'Dragon Boat', and it used to be a wagon for carrying coal, and we found it by the sea. It must have been the invention of the clever Britton, and the metal locomotives sank to the bottom of the sea, but the carriages, which were mostly made of wood, survived. Luckily, we had engineers and mechanics among us, and although the process was a bit boring, we managed to make our own railroad tracks. The bald head explained to him, clasping his arms around his chest and showing a proud expression.

After a while, with a cacophony of metal scraping, the train slowly moved until it was able to maintain a slightly faster pace than walking.

"How does this thing move without the front of the car?" Delaeno curiously poked his head out of the car, looked down at the wheels that were spinning rapidly on the railroad tracks, and asked the bald head.

"It's simple, just hands-on."

Draenor looked in the direction the bald head was pointing and saw the two men in the last carriage standing up, facing each other clutching a metal lever up and down, too late to wipe the beads of sweat from their foreheads.

"It's also a tool made by our great mechanic, Leonid, we call it the 'Iron Horse', which doesn't require any fuel and feed, it's just a bit of a struggle......" the bespectacled man told him.

Isn't it just a rolling road...... Draenor smiled inwardly, it seems that these people have been away from the Canaan continent for a while, and they have not even heard of the latest invention.

"Ah, that's rude...... I am Schwarzer, the captain of the Vikings' vanguard, at the behest of Duke Michel. The bald man held out his hand to him.

As a native of Eichenryde, Draenor was well aware that it was just a surname, but these Vikings seemed to have their own habits, not to mention that there were not many survivors in the first place, and there was no need to memorize long names.

"Draenor." He smiled and shook Shavadze's hand.

"Müller, a former doctor in Eichenlaide, is also a medical teacher." The bespectacled beautiful man then introduced himself to him.

"Ahh The young man who had been looking into the distance from the side of the car turned his head and pointed at himself and yelled at something.

"He's the youngest survivor here, Edelman. The poor lad turned out to be the son of a farmer, who had been feeding the horses in the stables, and who knew that a cannonball from Yaridan had landed right next to him, and fortunately he had not been given any obvious disability, but his spirit was so badly damaged that he could not utter a complete sentence. Shavaze patted the young man's chest and said.

"And those two, see? The bearded one," Shavaze said, standing up, pushing aside the cargo that had been covering him, and gesturing to his partner in the last carriage.

"He's Felex, the only old man. Truth be told, we suspect that he turned out to be a soldier of Yaridan, or perhaps some kind of deserter, because that stubborn and rigid personality does not look like a Eichenryder at all...... And then the dwarf, his name was Darvel, and it turned out to be the navigator's henchman, and he was very bold, and he claimed that he saw some monster at the moment of falling into the sea, can you believe it? He's a dragon! Hahahaha! ”

Nothing funny, in a sense, it is indeed a dragon...... Draenor muttered inwardly that he had the same experience as the poor young man when he first saw the dragon whale at sea.

However, it had been a long time since he had communicated with others in his native language like this, and he had not even met a Canaanite in the true sense of the word along the way.

But there was another thing he needed to think about now, that Amoro was gone forever and that he hadn't even left a message, how was he going to tell Lopud what was going on at the bottom of the sea......