I don't know how long later, just as Draenor felt that the moonlight was almost gone, someone suddenly heard a rough cry in the distance, like a gong and drum, shattering the surrounding silence.

"There's a new strander!! Schwarzer! Bring someone over here!! ”

Hurried footsteps appeared, and then more and more, until Draenor tried to open his eyes, but the view was completely obscured by the rioting figures.

"Hey! Drowned, you're not a fish, the air isn't bad for you! The thick-pitched man shouted at him, nearly shattering his newly healed eardrums.

He felt someone pressing hard against his chest, and the pace grew faster and faster, until he couldn't take it anymore and opened his mouth to spit out a puddle of salty water.

"Ah...... It's disgusting...... Yes, that's it, gasp for air! It's Luna Omon welcoming you! ”

"Ahem, ahem......" He coughed violently, and four or five vague figures appeared in front of him, each dressed in animal skins, carrying various crude and inferior wooden tools on their backs, just like primitive people.

A pair of warm hands moved his neck to the side, eagerly tugging at a heavy metal object behind his back.

"Hey! Darvel! Don't touch this gentleman's things! The man in front of him raised his head and shouted to the other.

"No, Felex, I just think this thing is too heavy, I'm afraid it's going to become a burden......" The hands quickly drew back, and a timid voice replied to the man.

"Well, I really need to help him take the burden off a bit...... Darvel, Edelman, you two move these big things to camp first. For the rest of us, we have to find a way to warm up this gentleman. ”

The man who gave the order stood up and raised his legs as if he were pulling a cart, two others unloaded his firearms and greatsword, and the others raised their arms and followed the rhythm of the leader, dangling him in the air like a stranded shark

Draenor looked up at the upside-down shore, and he saw that the place where he had been lying had left a puddle of black liquid that spread in the direction he had moved, and the closer he got to his own crimson color.

I shed so much blood...... He was amazed at his tenacious vitality, and couldn't believe that he could hear something beating in his chest, and that he could withstand such a strong sea pressure.

He was carried hundreds of meters by the crowd, and the tearing sensation of his arm made him feel hard for the warm-hearted strangers, until they stopped in an area shrouded in a campfire and threw him into a hammock between two crooked-necked trees as if they were animals ready to be slaughtered.

Draenor felt like his muscles had melted, and he had to rely on the dry bones to maintain his human form. He looked sideways at the strangers in front of him, they were indeed dressed in animal skins, but they still couldn't hide the shabby shirts that were close to him. One of them stood out the most, not just because he had a bald head that reflected the light of fire, but because he was the first person to appear in front of Draenor.

"So, please tell us where you're from." The bald head didn't care what position the stranger was looking at him now, he just wanted to get the answer he wanted.

Lu ...... Ahem...... "At the moment of spitting out the first word, Draenor suddenly choked half to death from the back-up sea water.

"Darvel, pour this gentleman a cup of hot water, and look at him, like a dried fish, he is about to be pickled!"

The young man hurriedly scooped his mug twice into the stove on the campfire, and hurriedly handed it to Langlano.

His hand automatically put the glass of water to his lips, and he swallowed the hot water before he could think about it. After a two-second pause, he finally spat out a few words.

Luna Omon...... I'm from Luna Omon. ”

He didn't have a chance to explain much, he suspected that he might have completely left the sea near Abel before he met the "primitive people" in strange costumes in front of him, and now, he even suspected that he had arrived in an era that had long been forgotten by history.

"Do you hear that? He speaks Doricanes! I told you! An uncle with a pale beard boasted to everyone.

"He does look like our compatriot...... Friend, are you sure you're not talking nonsense? The bald head touched his chin and leaned closer to him.

"I'm pretty sure I fell into the sea from the lighthouse church in Luna Ormon." Draenor nodded cautiously, fearing that the people in front of him would be pirates or something.

"But I've never seen you, and this is Luna Omon." The bald head retracted his head and brought a stool from the campfire and sat beside Langlano.

"My friend, I'm glad you're still alive, knowing that the people of Eichenryder will always be strangers on this island. Unfortunately, we can only trust each other. A man standing by the campfire raised his eyebrows and said to him. The man wears round glasses that don't fit the image of a "primitive man" at all, he is the only stranger who doesn't have any scars on his face, he looks like a model for a clothing brand, and his words are a little incomprehensible.

"Thank you so much for saving me...... To be honest, I never expected to meet people like me in Luna Omon. If so, can you tell me who you really are? Draenor looked around at the stranger in front of him, hoping he hadn't gotten into any trouble

"Who are we? Ha ha! The bearded uncle stood up and struck the round armor on his chest with a crude axe.

"We are Vikings, it's not about any nation or place of origin, it's just a profession, a profession that we can be proud of!" The bald head added.

Sure enough, it's a pirate! Draenor swallowed unconsciously, and what worried him the most was happening.

"Don't panic, man, you can understand that this is just a joking name we have for ourselves. We had left Eichenryd to escape the war, including doctors, merchants, fishermen, and even teachers, but because of the storm, we strangers gathered here. The man with round glasses explained to him.

"It's a very bad situation here, and to be honest, it's not as good as the original Eichenryder. But the sailboats that could get us out of here all sank to the bottom of the sea, so we had to follow the local customs, join the local 'stranders', and play the role of delivering supplies and eliminating threats to the 'strandeds' in various areas. The bald man gently patted him on the shoulder and continued, "Don't worry, we have strict discipline to kill only wild beasts, and all humans can become our blood relatives." ”

Probably because of the constant repetition of "no need", Draenor was really relieved, he was ridiculous at his previous thoughts, Luna Omon was already a wasteland, and there was no place for bandits in such a place. Happily, these self-proclaimed Viking warriors seem to be very human, and may be able to help them find their whereabouts.

"I came here not long ago, and there are four of us, three Canaanites except for a girl from the Lycos tribe. Our leader's name is Lopud, and he is an exorcist, and we came to Luna Omon to destroy this nightmare. He settled down completely, and the temperature of the campfire reminded him of a pinch that had happened not long ago

Unexpectedly, after he finished saying this, the Vikings in front of him fell silent at the same time, and after a few seconds, a young man crouching by the campfire pointed at him and shouted:

"Ahh Yes!! ”

At the same time, the bearded uncle's eyes widened, staring at Draenor closely.

"You just ...... Exorcists? The bald head asked him solemnly.

Draenor was too frightened to move, feeling like he had said something wrong, and hesitated for a moment before finally nodding.

"It's the moon riders...... You're finally here! The bespectacled man suddenly hid his face and cried bitterly, as if he had seen a savior.

"Do you hear that? Lighthouse churches, exorcists, they are the moonwalkers prophesied by the Dared! is the savior to end this nightmare!! The bald head quickly stood up, raised his hands above his head and shouted to the Vikings.

They almost danced around the campfire, their weapons pounding on the armor on their chests, and the skins that were draped over their shoulders trembled.

Draenor was the only one who froze in place, his mouth half-open as he looked at the stranger in front of him who had fallen into madness, and subconsciously pinched his cheek to make sure it wasn't some absurd dream.