The waves gradually returned to their familiar appearance. The effects of low tide are not evident in deep water, and the thrust behind you disappears as the seabed below you rapidly descends into an invisible shadow. But even so, the thrust in Jaquia's heart still forced her to swim as fast as she could, towards where she remembered the Central Clan was. The water turned into an impenetrable wall in front of the huntress, preventing the wounded hunter from returning to her homeland. The cries of her companions gradually faded in her ears, not that she had left her companions far behind, but on the one hand, Jaquia's mind was now full of mixed thoughts and confused thoughts, and she had no intention of reading the information in the water, and on the other hand, although the current of the low tide was no longer perceptible in the sea, another unsettling fluctuation filled the sea, and those sounds more or less affected the Siren's hearing.

The witch's last words and the vicious expression on her face kept repeating in Jaquia's mind, and the tide was not on this side, and an extremely bad prediction gradually emerged in the huntress's mind. She had to hurry a little faster, a little faster to get back to the tribe so that she could calm the fire that kept burning in her heart.

The Sirens who followed Jaquia seemed to realize something, believing that the esteemed Huntress would never fall into a rage for no reason, that there must be some reason that forced her to move quickly, and whatever that reason, they should be standing behind Jaquia as shark-toothed Sirens. That's why the more organized Rag tribes have been unable to defeat the shark fangs after years of environment, and these hunters, like the sharks around them, are usually loose and free, but when faced with danger, they form a fearsome team to defend their interests with primitive violence from the bottom of the sea.

The smell wafting from the sea is familiar, and it is a smell unique to the sea where the tribe is located. There are subtle differences in the composition of the sea water in different seas, and these differences are a powerful tool for the Kraken to distinguish the location. Jaquia gradually slowed down, she was still in a hurry to get back to the colony, but if things turned out to be her thoughts, she and her fellow citizens behind her would have to approach carefully, an ambush could be anywhere. "Let the people behind be on guard, this sea area is not safe. She used sign language to convey to those behind her.

Sharks swim in the dark blue waters, searching for possible enemies for their companions, much like the hounds that nomads in some places carry when they fight. The underwater world is quiet, and the deeper the place, the quieter it is, as if the silent world usually only makes hunters feel comfortable, but now it is irritating. The team is getting closer and closer to the location of the clan. The seabed bulged beneath them, turning into a vast stretch of submarine hills, the reefs casting a flood of shadows in the dim light, each of which seemed to hide a pair of hostile eyes. This is the place where every shark-toothed siren has grown up to play, but this place seems so strange. Something is wrong.

The huge black shadow gradually became clear from a distance, it was a barrier of rocks that almost protruded from the sea, this is the landmark of the Sharktooth Tribe, and behind this natural barrier is the gathering place of the tribe, and the Krakens of the Sharktooth tribe have thrived under the protection of this rock barrier for many years. For hunters, this barrier not only shelters the raging currents, but also provides them with countless small shelters, which they can rely on to hunt their opponents one by one, even if there is a major enemy invasion.

Jaquia stopped some distance from the rock barrier and gestured to his companions behind him to disperse. Several hunters, who were considered to be the best and most qualified, followed Jaquia, while the other hunters and sharks worked in three ways to get around the barrier. This is to make it difficult for possible ambushes to catch which team to attack, and it is also a common trick used by fish in nature when facing large predators.

Of the four groups, the team led by the Huntress chose the shortest and most dangerous path. Jaquia was confident that even if she was ambushed, she and the experienced hunters around her would have a way to minimize the damage. At that point, the other teams will be relatively safe and have more time to react.

Fortunately, the imaginary ambush did not happen. Jaquia and her team made their way through the passage on the rock barrier, even a little too smoothly. As these Krakens stood on the towering barrier and looked down on their colony, their eyes could barely believe what was in front of them. The city, which was originally made of rock and sand, is gone, leaving only a large number of broken walls. All the Krakens were stunned, they didn't expect that when they went to fight for Father Shark in human territory, their hometown would become like this.

"Father Shark, what the hell is going on?" said one of the Krakens. And instead of sighing, Jaquia realized that things were going in the worst direction as she expected. She jumped off the cliff, shrinking her body into a bunch as much as she could, reducing friction with the current. The rest of the hunters looked at each other and followed closely with their weapons in their hands. After the shock, more emotions began to churn in their chests, and those of them would take over, depending on the damage to the settlement.

The hunters hoped that the destruction of the building would be the biggest loss they would face, but as the group got closer, the smell of blood in the water and the predatory fish that sniffed it made it impossible to maintain such optimism. The worst happened. Jaquia's hand gripped the long-handled weapon, a symbol of command, and her keen vision had allowed her to see the corpses of her fellow citizens lying in buildings and on the seabed. Among them are children and the elderly. This is also true because the shark-toothed sirens in their prime generally go out hunting in individuals or small groups, and the inhabitants who will settle here are mostly the elderly and the young.

"Who's the one responsible for protecting this place?" Jaquia asked his companion behind him in a somewhat trembling voice. The Kraken, who was standing behind her, did not reply in words, but raised his hand towards the center of the ruins, where an erected stone pillar with a man nailed to it could be seen. It was the corpse of a kraken who had lost his right arm and left leg, and his flesh was eaten by carnivorous fish, leaving only his head relatively intact, which may also be the expression on his face that was too hideous for the fish to eat.

Jaquia walked slowly through the ruins of the town she once knew, and behind her, the other three Krakens also bypassed the barrier and saw the terrifying sight. Cries and curses gradually rose from the bottom of the sea, where the hunters had found the corpses of people they knew and even related to in the ruins. However, even if they are not immediate relatives, the Krakens of the Sharktooth Tribe are all close like brothers and sisters, all the elders are their elders, and all the children are their juniors. Now that the tragedy of the upper and lower wounds has occurred, the most determined hunter can't help but let the painful emotions rush from his chest to his brain. In the midst of this wailing, Jaquia came to the corpse nailed to the highest point, and a spear with a spiral tip passed through the latter's chest, firmly forming the corpse and the stone pillar into a single body. The Huntress knew the spear, which was a common weapon of the Angry Waves tribe.

But Jaquia is unsure of the perpetrator of the tragedy, fearing that it was a deliberate ploy by the witches. Until, she found a faint amulet in the left hand of the corpse, which was clutched in her hand, and even though the flesh on her hand had gradually decayed, it still did not let go. The huntress pulled out her knife and slit the corpse's left hand, and she saw the three-point waves on the amulet, a sign only the Lady of the Tides priesthood would use. And this is not something that witches can fake.

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