Although the Drowned King mingled with his people as a sign of affinity, he at least knew not to create panic among them, and Aegon the Conqueror and the dragons he possessed were clearly the source of panic.

So when Lan Li's words fell, he immediately dismissed the people around him who were watching the excitement.

As a result, the beach that had been crowded with people became much deserted, and a large number of believers were stopped by the king's soldiers in the distance, except for the king himself and the two guards behind him standing in front of Lan Li.

Up close, the Drowned King was actually quite ordinary-looking, with a flat nose, pale blue eyes, a square chin, and freckles on his cheeks.

Only his tall body and long dark green hair looked very eye-catching, and the long hair swayed down the gaps on the sides of the hood that had been buttoned up for a short time, like a strange seaweed.

Of course, Lan Li paid more attention to the coat of arms embroidered on the front of the gray, green and blue wool robe - a glowing driftwood stick held by his arm on a blue background.

To others, the coat of arms seemed to fully indicate the sanctity of the drowning man, but in Lan Li's view, the glowing stick quietly withered and turned into a thin rotting root.

As a result, he was more certain of his ideas.

So when the king asked him about the situation, Lan Li handed over a letter written on parchment.

"This is a letter from Lord Lucas to His Majesty."

This letter was actually written by his own hand, because Lucas could not read and write, so he could only dictate it to Lan Li and ask him to do it for him.

One of the king's tall, blonde guards stepped forward to take the letter, but the Drowned King himself didn't pay much attention to it, but eagerly asked, "You said there was Aegon Targaryen—"

A sudden scream interrupted him, and the scream was unexpected, and he saw that the blonde guard who had just taken the letter turned around and ran wildly with a pale face, and the letter that should have been in his hand was also discarded by him.

The king was stunned at the scene, and another guard behind him shouted at the fleeing fellow, only at that moment the crowd of onlookers in the distance suddenly erupted in exclamation.

Because the brown-haired boy who had been bowing down to deliver the letter suddenly burst into action at the king himself!

Everything happened so fast that it was dizzying, fleeing, shouting, screaming, and rioting, and by the time the screams came in, the drowning king with dark green hair had been thrown to the beach by the audience!

After being stunned for a moment, the black-haired guard next to him, wearing a light chain mail and leather coat, roared angrily and waved the long-handled axe in his hand to slash the figure that pounced on the king, but saw that the other party turned over on the spot, and his body moved under the king instead!

The sharp axe slanted as a result, slashing at the sandy ground beside them, sending up a large amount of dust.

This temporary change of attack seemed to make the guard very uncomfortable, and his round face turned red, and his eyes widened as he saw a dagger across his king's neck, while the owner of the dagger was glaring at him with a fierce face.

"Let go of Your Majesty!"

He roared in anger and an uproar erupted, and the believers who had been stopped in the distance also rushed towards the beach.

"Stand back, or I won't be able to retract my strength!" The brown-haired boy proclaimed in a high-pitched voice, dragging his captives to his feet and retreating as he spoke.

"Your name is Hal? You are supposed to be our loyal warrior, who instructed you to do so? The captive king's face remained calm when he asked, but then his ear was pinched so hard that he could not help crying out in pain.

"Damn, he's blaspheming!" The round-faced guard of the rat bogey device looked angry, but he didn't dare to move, and even trembled with anger. The large number of believers who approached were also furious because of this, and they gritted their teeth one by one, eager to swallow Lan Li, the attacker.

However, most of the attention of the parties at the moment is on the king in his hands.

At this time, his back was to the sea, and in front of him was a dense crowd of figures, and there seemed to be drifting ships in the ocean not far away, and some soldiers even aimed their bows and arrows at them.

The situation is precarious, Lan Li's heart is beating fast, and the muscles in his body can't stop tensing, but the tension accounts for the majority-

In any case, it was the first time he had faced such a situation.

But it wasn't just him for the first time, although the drowning king who was tightly bound by his neck still looked calm, his body was also shaking unconsciously, and his voice was trembling.

"Let it go, the wrath of the Drowning God is coming, and if you make a big mistake, you will be sent to the cold hell of the God of Storms."

Lan Li didn't pay attention to his words, at this time he kept holding the dagger tightly against the prisoner's neck with one hand, and the other hand was horizontal in front of the prisoner, and after glancing around, he commanded in a low voice: "Look at my hand!" ”

Although he didn't want to listen, the Drowned King couldn't help but glance at the hand.

It was a hand with stubby fingers, muddy nails, and calluses on the palms, or rather, it was the hand of an ordinary iron man.

The only thing worth noting is a bronze ring in the middle finger of this hand.

No, it wasn't a ring, it was a ring, a ring covered in rust with a raised grimace on the inside.

It seemed that after just one glance, the Drowned King felt that all his eyes were drawn into the patina grimace that was so close at hand, and all the noise and noise around him quickly faded, and only the horrible, twisted skeletal grimace grew bigger and bigger until it occupied his entire sight, until the giant jaw of bones swallowed him up completely.

Then he saw God in the depths!

The scream of horror was suddenly born, and the young king, who had been held hostage and barely kept calm, suddenly began to struggle in the arms of his enemies, his eyes widening and his face pale.

Lan Li had to work hard hard to prevent the other party from breaking free from his embrace, and in the end he had to pierce the other party's cheek with a dagger, which made this more honest.

The onlookers didn't know what was happening, but they seemed to empathize, and some sobbed, some screamed in despair, and many more shouted angrily that the blasphemer would not die!

However, the presence of these supporters did not bring much comfort to the king, who was trembling all the time and his eyes were full of fear.

"Drowning God save me...... No, no, no, I didn't mean to, I just, I just, I didn't mean to pretend to be your son, it's all them, yes, it's all them! ”

Lan Li secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and then said in a low tone, "I answered your question just now, that's right, it was the Drowning God who assigned me to come to you. Now, say it! How did you summon the fish, and how did you deceive these iron people!? ”

"I—I just used the powder made from Naga and Naga ribs...... "The information that was difficult to obtain under normal coercion was easily asked at this time, and the captive in his arms trembled and cried.

"Just sprinkle one, a handful, and the fish in the sea will ...... But I didn't think about being king at first, yes, I didn't, they were all them, yes, they forced me! ”

He accidentally spoke a little loudly, so the nearest guard's eyes unconsciously widened, and he looked at his king in disbelief, but suddenly found that this usually holy and majestic son of the drowning god was already soaked with urine under his robe.

"So everything is your lie? Son of the Drowned God? The Holy Kingdom? The questioning continues.

"No, that's right, I'm just an ordinary fisherman's son, not a god's son, I-"

"Louder! I didn't hear it! ”

These words made the Drowning King hesitate suddenly, but Lan Li showed his ring again at this time, and the grimace reappeared, and the person in his arms tensed all over, and then collapsed in his arms as if he had lost all his strength, instantly turning into a pile of soft bones.

"I, I repent, I'm a liar, a total liar!" His crying and howling echoed through the beach, and even the already noisy, angry crowd suddenly seemed to have been poured with cold water, and everything stopped abruptly.

"I've been good at diving since I was a kid, and a lot of people think I have the qualifications, so I became a drowning man!"

"The secret of the rib was told to me by the old flooded man who taught me, but he didn't know how to use it, he was very, he was stupid, so I killed him, so the secret was mine alone!"

"Herron was burned to death, I thought it was an opportunity, and then I ...... I didn't really want to be a king, but those drowned people had to make me ......."

"I still like boys......"

……

What he wanted to hear, what he didn't want to hear, what he expected, what he didn't expect, what he didn't expect, the young priest who had been crowned king by forty drowned people was slumped on Lan Li's body at this moment, crying and telling everything he had done.

People strolled in, and the faces of the growing anger approached, the wrinkled old cheeks, the young boys, the dark-skinned fishermen, the women holding the children......

The sky's rage seemed to have made the wind around them much stronger, but the target of their anger was no longer the attacker from before, but their king, the son of the drowning god whom he once admired.

The crowd kept approaching, and when he saw that the situation was becoming precarious, Lan Li pushed away the prisoner in his hand and quietly retreated.

No one paid any attention to his presence, and all eyes were fixed on their slumped King. The eerie atmosphere brought the subject out of his panic state quickly, and he leaned against the sand and swallowed, then supported his arms and feet to the ground, trying to get away from the angry crowd in front of him.

The former guard, who had been watching his every move, stepped forward sharply at this moment, and then grabbed the collar of his robe and roared angrily: "Liar! Swindler!! ”

"He's the real blasphemer!"

"Drowning God punishes him!"

"It's fake, it's all fake! My poor child—"

"Shame!"

Countless angry shouts erupted as quickly as a set of dry pyres on fire.

……

The irritable scene was born behind him, and it intensified, and Lan Li, who quietly left, rushed towards the target he was aiming for.

Naga's ribs sounded strange, but Lan Li knew about it, and even now it was in his sight—

The place where they are now is called the Sacred Coast, and the coast is named after a place called Naga Hill not far away.

On the approaching hill, forty-four towering ribs burst out of the ground like huge white trunks, like ancient white trees that were bent and hard, and the ironmen believed that these bones were the ribs of Naga, the world's first sea dragon.

The legendary Grey Sea King, the king of the ancient Iron People, killed the sea dragon Naga with his own hands, making its bones into a palace.

Today, the old palace that still exists only a pile of huge skeletons, but the Iron People regard this place as a sacred place, and Old Wake Island is the holiest island in the archipelago.

It's just that this sacred place has become extremely noisy right now.

There were many angry people on Lan Li's path, but in the face of this scam whistleblower, they unconsciously moved out of the way, so Lan Li was able to run smoothly up the hill.

It is a barren and rocky hill located on a high point overlooking the sacred coast and the sea in front of it.

The sun was shining down, and the shadow of forty-four huge ribs hung over his head, making him feel as if he was in an ancient and deserted palace of bones.

The roar was clearly audible with frightened screams and wails, and glancing down at the large number of "ant colonies" not far away that seemed to be attracted to a corner of the beach by honey, Lan Li suddenly felt that he should speed up.

So he grabbed the axe he had pinned to his waist, clenched his hands tightly, and slashed at the nearest white bone.

He looked like he was chopping down a tree, but his chopping didn't have much effect, and after the loud crash, only an inconspicuous crack appeared on the surface of the rough rib he was aiming at.

Lan Li was a little dumbfounded when he saw this, but he didn't give up, and his mind was racing, he suddenly bit the handle of the hand axe into his mouth, and then climbed up with his limbs along the base of one rib.

Under the vast and bright sky, the beach was crowded with people, but the bone hill, which was usually regarded as a sacred place by all the iron people, was now ignored.

A small figure crept forward on a single bone, eventually riding across the top of the curved ribs, wielding the axe in his hand and slashing with all his might.

The furious roars of thousands of believers, the utter wails of kings, and the dull sound of slashing mingled with the noise were inaudible.

And when the drowning king, whose body was horribly bruised, was stripped naked, screaming and angrily raised above his head by his former people, and walked towards the sea, the sound of slashing suddenly disappeared.

……

Ever since he got the bronze ring, Lan Li couldn't help but think about a question.

The mission goal is to stop King Rhodes from jumping overboard.

So if the goal is no longer the king, or if you never have the opportunity to jump into the sea, is the mission completed?