Chapter 6: The Shipwreck (I)

The straight-line distance between the port of Sand Sculpture Island and the coast of the Kamila continent is about three hundred and forty-five kilometers long, and this distance can completely establish a corresponding teleportation circle in both places, but unfortunately, this is not a small project, the adventurers on Sand Sculpture Island have not explored the entire island, and they don't want other people to come here to share their opportunities, so the adventurers on the island have been trying their best to hinder the further development of the communication between the two places.

Of course, it is impossible to be completely cut off from the mainstream, and although it is not possible to teleport across the strait in a few minutes, it is still possible to travel between the two places by boat for a day or two.

Two days ago, the four people of Carter Ai Ming's adventure group were officially registered in the adventure group guild, and each of them got an adventurer name tag with their own name printed on it, of course, this is an extra commodity for a little more money, in the words of Little Superman - "Adventurers should look like adventurers!" So, the head of the adventure group, Tuhao X, he was forced to buy this small gift for all the members.

The higher the quality of the brand, the rarer the materials used, although the local tyrant is very rich, he will not be extravagant enough to let the team members have a black gold quality brand.

Registered the team, paid the handling fee and the brand production fee, and then went to the store to buy equipment, the local tyrant deserved to be a local tyrant, he took out a lot of gold coins from the space cabinet embedded in his fuselage, although he said that these were just money lent to everyone, and he wanted to share a little more as compensation for everyone when he found treasures in future adventures, but several of his teammates were still moved to tears by his actions (exaggerated descriptions here).

In the afternoon of the same day, the three of them returned to the Adventurer's Guild together, just at that time their name brand had been made, the mid-priced dark iron quality brand, made by several eighth-order manufacturing mages, forged by the joint action of the sixth-order magic [object section combination] and the fifth-order magic [Whisper of the Craftsman's Holy Spirit], because it is made of dark iron material, so this nameplate can accept most of the fifth-order and below magic enchantments.

Armed with equipment that is quite advanced compared to most adventurers, the four of them are excited to embark on their adventure.

After a day of shopping, a couple of people plan to spend the night at a hotel on the north shore of Sand Sculpture Island.

The moonlight hung quietly in the sky, and before they rested, they all gathered in the local tyrant's guest room to listen to the local tyrant's future itinerary, in order to obtain the whereabouts of the artifact "Carter Ai Ming", their first stop was the buried forest where there was a record of its traces in a book.

The next morning, they were lucky enough to come across a passenger ship bound for the mainland of Camilla, knowing that most of the ships between the two places were cargo ships carrying goods, and those careful shipowners would not necessarily accept strangers on board, and the little money for the ferry tickets would not be enough for them to stuff their teeth compared to the profit of a full shipment.

The name of the passenger ship boarded by the four local tyrants is called the Sunken, although the name does not sound very auspicious, the layout of the whole ship is still very comfortable.

There were quite a few guests on this voyage, and in addition to the four members of the protagonist group, there were also more than a dozen goblins with different images on board.

Although there was a lot of friction between the Terrans and the Goblins hundreds of years ago, over the years, several major powers on the continent have implemented open strategies, and humans have gradually become tolerant of the Goblin race.

The dispute between humans and goblins mainly stems from the appearance discrimination of human beings against the goblin race, many humans feel that goblins look ugly, and think that contact with goblin groups will be infected with "ugly" diseases by them, but over the years, cultures around the world have gradually blended, and human minds have become more open, and now there are still some people who hate goblins from the bottom of their hearts, but most people have been able to accept and communicate with the goblin race.

Returning to the Sunken, the ship was long and narrow, its huge sails flowing with the glow of magical energy, the captain was a middle-aged human uncle dressed like a pirate, and there were four or five elven crew members on board, who were very reserved towards their guests, and always talked to the passengers, as if they rarely saw outsiders.

The four people of the Ai Ming Adventure Group bought a luxury cabin, there is no way, who made the head of the group a "local tyrant"!

The two floors below the deck of this ship are guest rooms, the first floor is the luxurious guest room where the local tyrants live, and the ordinary suite on the second floor is the goblin's room, although the four members of the adventure group are not racist, but they also have no leisure to chat with the goblins, when they boarded the ship, Qi Ling said hello to a straggled, but unfortunately the other party didn't seem to hear and didn't respond.

Today, the sun is just right, there are two alien elves lazily basking in the sun on the deck of the Sunken, Qi Ling, who is bored, wandering around the cabin, and the local tyrant who has been sitting and resting in the room suddenly stood up, as if he noticed something abnormal.

"It's strange, just now the system obviously sensed a strong energy fluctuation, why can't anything be scanned at this time?"

The local tyrant felt very puzzled, although it has been two hundred and fifty years since the last system update, but it is not even the basic magic energy fluctuation that is wrong, right?

"I can't figure it out, so let's go up to the deck and take a look. The tyrant shook his tall body, took two steps and bent down to pass through the narrow hatch that opened automatically, and he picked up his barricade hat at the door, and then solemnly attached it to the crystal cover.

The weather was originally clear, but I don't know why, the dark clouds on this sea area are gathering rapidly, and the black shadow is also faintly accompanied by one or two thunders.

"Damn!" said the little superman and the big monster almost at the same time, the two of them really had a tacit understanding.

The two of them, who were ruined by the dark clouds, walked back to the cabin angrily, scolding all the way and scolding all the way, did not talk to the oncoming tyrants, and the tyrants with blue eyes who seemed to be looking for something did not speak.

After a while, the local tyrant stood at the hatch of the deck and looked at the sky, the light in his eyes kept brightly and darkly.

"Is it really a delusion? But the last time I thought it was a delusion, I was left with a regret that I will never forget in my life, and I can't just take it lightly......"

Suddenly, the local tyrant's eyes flashed, as if he had discovered something, he muttered: "At the bottom? Could it be that there is a battle going on in which room? This time I didn't look away, no, I'm going to stop the war from spreading, and it will be difficult for the ship to sink here......"