Miss Doom turned back and saw a woman of great stature, dressed in a very intricately woven robe, pacing unhurriedly down the dock towards them. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 InfoA group of tattooed teenagers followed her, spears with serrated teeth in their hands, wide-mouth pistols and hooks dangling from their waists, and the group stood proudly behind the leading priestess, feeling that the whole of White Harbor was their territory.

"Hell, what did she come here for?

"Aloy knows Byrne?"

"No, she knows me." Miss Doom interrupted her men's astonished discussions, stared at Aloy, and said slowly, "I heard that she and Planck used to ...... Do you understand? ”

"Really?"

"That's the rumor."

"Lady Beard is down! It's no wonder that the O'Cows have been having trouble with us for the past few weeks. ”

Aloy was carrying a heavy ball of hollow copper, which looked about the same weight as the Siren's anchor, and the priestess who was like an iron tower carried it wherever she went, Miss Doom guessed that it was some kind of totem, and besides~ Aloy's group gave Lady Beard another name. A very awkward name.

Out of nowhere, Aloy found a peeled mango and took a bite. She munched on the flesh and looked down into the barrel of the cannon, Miss Doom had never so sincerely expected in her life that the cannon was well loaded.

"A man from Bilgewater deserves the blessing of Naga Kapolos, right?"

"Of course. But he will soon go down to see the goddess. Miss Doom said.

"Naga Capolos is not in the abyss. Only the ignorant little pink faces think so. Naga Kapoulos is present in everything we do, and on every path we take. ”

"yes, you see how stupid I am." Miss Doom chuckled and nodded.

Aloy tilted her head and spat the mango pit into the sea, dangling the giant cannonball-like stone ball in her hand and holding it flat in front of Miss Doom's face.

"You're not stupid, Sarah." Aloy laughed heartily. "And you don't know who you are, and you don't know the meaning of what you're doing."

"Aloy, what are you here for? For that person? ”

"Ha~, it doesn't matter!" Aloy snorted disdainfully, "My life exists only for Naga Kaporos. Can men and gods be compared? ”

"Of course not. Planck was really unlucky. Miss Doom chimed in.

Aloy grinned, revealing a mouthful full of mango flesh, and nodded slowly: "You're right, but you're still ignorant!" When you unhook a razor eel from the hook, you should step on its neck again. Then, before its fangs reach you, get as far away as possible. Otherwise, the movement will abandon you forever. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Come to me when you understand." Aloy stretched out his palm, and in the palm of his hand lay a charm. A piece of pink coral, with many lines radiating around the center, like an eye that does not blink: "Take it!" ”

"What is this?"

"The sigil of Naga Kapoulos. It will guide you when you are lost. ”

Sarah frowned and asked again, "What I'm asking is, what is this?" ”

"If I say so, I don't mean anything else."

Sarah hesitated, but it was obviously not appropriate to refuse a gift from a bearded lady priest in front of so many people, and she took the ornament, and then put away the leather rope, and the black robe trembled but hung around her neck.

Looking at her playful appearance~ Aloy bowed his head slightly and leaned close to her ear and whispered a word; "I don't think you're stupid, don't make me mistake!"

"Why do I care what you think?"

"Because a storm is coming." Aloy said, looking over Miss Doom's shoulder, "You're no stranger, so you'd better be ready to take the bow of the ship to the waves." ”

Aloy turned and kicked the cannon containing Byrne's corpse, which slammed into the water and sank with a string of bubbles. The scum on the surface of the sea slowly gathered again, leaving only a cross buoy gently swinging, indicating who was buried underwater.

The priest of the bearded lady left the dock the way he had come, and walked towards his temple on the cliff. Miss Doom turned her gaze to the sea.

In the middle of the ocean, a storm has been brewing. But that wasn't the direction Aloy had just looked, and at the end of the priestess' gaze was where Shadow Island was.

No one fishes in the bay of Birgewater at night.

Pete has been dealing with the waters all his life, and he knows exactly why. The calm currents are just an illusion, and there are many reefs lurking underneath, and any one of them can break through the shell of the cabin. The seabed was littered with the wreckage of ships in distress, and countless captains paid the price for their reckless contempt for the sea. But what's even more terrifying is that the drowning soul has been lonely at the bottom of the sea waiting for the new deceased. Pete knows all about these things, but there is no other way to support his family.

The Captain of the Wailing ship was burned to ashes in the fire of Planck and Miss Doom, and Pete lost his job and could not even eat.

Before leaving, he drank half a bottle of Scud spirits in one go, and it took him enough courage to push the boat into the water on such a night. And the promise that Freljord, who liked to brag about the strong man, to share the wine with him, soothed his uneasiness.

Pete grabbed the bottle and took another big gulp, wiped his dirty beard, and poured a small amount overboard for Lady Beard.

The alcohol made him feel warm and his head a little heavy. He rowed over the guard buoy with the carcasses of the birds, and did not stop until he had good luck with the sea last night. The Wailing Captain always said that his nose could sniff out where a school of fish was grabbing food. And he also had the feeling that the relics scattered after the sinking of the Abyss could be found in the place where the fish gathered.

Pete whipped up the oars and threw them into the bilge, drinking the remaining half of the bottle of Scud. He looked at the bottom of the bottle, saved exactly one bite, and threw the bottle into the sea. He felt for a few maggots that had been dug out of the eye socket of a dead man, and with his disobedient fingers, he strung the bait into the hook, and hung the line on the wedge of the side.

Finally, he closed his eyes, bent down by the side of the boat, and dipped his hands in the water.

"Naga Kapoulos." Pete began to pray, asking Lady Beard to grant him a glimmer of good luck: "I don't want much. Please help the poor fisherman and get a ration from your barn. Please watch over me and bless me. If I die in your arms, let me hide with the other dead. ”

Pete opened his eyes. Just inches away from the water, a pale face stared at him. Lifeless cold light fireflies beating.

He screamed, bounced, and fell on his back in the boat. The lines on the side of the boat were tightened one by one, and a thin line of mist rose out of the water and circled the boat. In the blink of an eye, the fog thickened, and the lights of Bilgewater in the distance were suddenly invisible. Instead, a thick fog rolled in the sea, as black as ink.

A cry of a dead bird was heard from the direction of the alert buoy. The bells rang wildly, and the floating tombstones swayed back and forth spasmodically. The black fog is coming......

Pete grabbed the oars and stabbed them into the oars in a panic. The black mist carried an oppressive cold, and as soon as it came into contact with him, the blood vessels under the skin quickly necrosized, showing black lines. The cold smell of the grave washed down his spine, and Pete couldn't help but cry.

"Lady Beard... Mother of the Abyss... Naga Kapoulos......" he sobbed and whispered a prayer, "please take me home." Please, I sincerely—"

His prayer stopped.

A pair of chained hooks pierced his chest, and the striking blood on the tips of the hooks dripped. A third hook pierced him in the stomach, and a fourth came out of his neck. The fifth and sixth took him into his hands, pulled him down with all his might, and pinned him to the cabin.

The pain made him howl. A shadow slowly emerged in the black mist, exuding the purest malice in the world, and the horned head was surrounded by emerald green flames. Pete's chiseled joints felt like a burning pain, as if vengeful-hungry spirits were tasting his suffering.

The necromancer in front of him was wrapped in an old black robe, and the rusty key around his waist scraped the edges. It held a corpse-drawing lantern in its hand, and it shook with its chains attached. Moans of grief emanate from within, and seem to contain an infinite desire for evil.

A small door opened on the lantern, and Pete felt his soul loosen in his warm flesh. In the bottomless halo, the tormented undead almost went crazy in the endless purgatory, screaming heartbreakingly. Pete struggled to hold on to his soul, but his life came to an abrupt end with a ghostly invisible scythe, and the lantern clicked shut.

"An inferior soul." It sounded like gravel rubbing against a tombstone: "But it's the first one Hammerstone collects tonight." ”

The black mist rippled, and many silhouettes could be faintly seen, resentful undead ~ howling geys ~ demonic knights...... And so on.

Darkness swept across the sea and toward land, and the lights of Bilgewater began to fade out!