What happened?

The hull of the ship began to jolt from side to side, and the fish-man was stunned. Lorne immediately came to his senses, snuck up on a few fishmen, and hurried back to the deck. He felt frightened, and he was almost bewitched by the voice in his head when he was weak-willed.

Lorne was still unwilling to succumb to the ancient majesty, but there was a vague feeling in his heart that maybe he really didn't really want to protect the fishermen.

Not only fishermen, but also those in the town who have nothing to do with themselves, why do they have to fight to protect it?

For a while, the contradiction between good and evil became stronger and stronger in his heart, and Lorne hammered his head hard and roared: "Shut up!

The fog on the deck was even thicker, and it was impossible to see the land clearly, and it was not known whether the direction of navigation was correct at this time. The air was filled with damp blood, and Lorne shouted, "Balza!"

"The bottom of the ship has been punctured!" said Balza's voice, which seemed to come from the side of the sails, as if it were coming from the side of the sails.

The fish-men in the mist suddenly stopped attacking, I don't know if they couldn't see it or because they were shocked by the impact, but it gave Lorne a chance to breathe anyway. He ran under the sail and saw a figure hugging the mast.

"Balza!" blood slid down the mast, and Lorne recognized the man.

"Lorne! catch, tie up!" Balza threw down a thick rope.

Lorne didn't understand what this was for, and took the thick rope and quickly tied it to the ship's side railing. Balza tied the other end of the thick rope to the mast, and regardless of the blood flow of his whole body, he pulled hard, breaking one of the masts.

The underside of the ship was hit again, and a violent jolt came. In addition, the mast broke, and the hull of the ship began to sway from side to side, and Lorne was almost thrown off, and finally grabbed the side of the ship before climbing up: "What is this for!"

"No way!" Balza picked up the mast with strange force in both hands, and his heavy steps dented the reinforced deck. With a sharp slam of force, he threw the mast like a javelin, flying straight through the fog into the dark depths. A few seconds later, there was a loud bang, and the mast didn't know where it hit.

Lorne was stunned. Although he knew that Balza had brute strength, he didn't expect this tough guy's brute force to be so exaggerated.

But in fact, this is not brute force, but Balza's level 2 ability, the power of giants, and the effect is several times that of the highest level brute force.

Balza was bleeding profusely, and the throw nearly drained his strength. The fishmen were startled by the loud noise, and they screamed again, but this time in a frenzy.

"Balza, what is this for?" Lorne was very anxious, seeing that his companion was bleeding profusely, but he could not help himself.

"The people of the city must have heard...... The sound of a mast hitting the beach. Balza said, pulling the obsidian necklace from his neck and stuffing it into Lorne's pocket, then lifting Lorne with both hands and making a throwing gesture again.

Lorne was completely stunned, was Balza going to throw himself back to shore?

Lorne only felt something round fall to the ground, and when he looked up, Balza's left eye was only a bloody hole, and the corners of his eyes were jagged with blood.

"Lorne the Kid. Balza took a deep breath, "Let the people of the city flee quickly." ”

"Put me down, let me down!" Lorne shouted, but Balza clutched his legs and arms, unable to get out.

"Please give me my necklace to the chief, thank you. Balza spat out cloudy blood, "If you can make it...... If you return to the royal capital, please bury the necklace in the tavern on Long Night Street. ”

The third blow from the bottom of the ship was even more violent, and two huge snake tails with scales crawled up from the left side of the ship, as if to knock the sailboat down. The fishmen rushed forward with a strange scream, their long toothed snouts piercing the mist.

Lorne gritted his teeth, but said no more. Balza ran two steps and threw it hard. As Lorne flew away, a dozen long sharp kisses pierced through Balza's back. He was speechless, his throat was drilled into a bloody hole, and he just stood on the deck and waved.

"Balza!"

Lorne flew as fast as he could, and the sailboat quickly disappeared into the fog. At one last glance, Lorne saw the massive body fall on the deck, eight huge snake tails curling the sailboat into pieces in an instant.

He was desperate.

Perhaps this is really the end of humanity, the evil of the deep sea, without mercy, practicing the ancient will to crush the people of this kingdom to the new dark order.

Lorne's eyes were suddenly hot, and the cold wind in the mist made his cheeks hurt. He gradually descended, and could see the mast embedded in the rocky wall of the shoal.

At this moment, Lorne suddenly understood. Protecting those who are defenseless is not what he really wants, what he wants to do is to take revenge.

The spiders who cut off Samuel's arm, the dogs that killed Bavin, the fishmen who pierced Balza...... He's going to kill them all!

Say anything about a savior, say anything about protecting humanity, just leave that kind of thing to Yugshia! He only wants to protect those close to him! He only wants to kill monsters! Kill all those things left!

The blood began to flow rapidly, and the body seemed to be about to burn, as if countless insects were gnawing at their flesh and blood. The whispered sneer in his head began to grow more and more frenetic, and the voice roared wantonly: "Do you finally recognize it?"

Lorne fell to the edge of the shallows, rolled seven or eight times, and was covered in blood from the rubble. But he just stood up silently and whispered to himself, "Shut up." ”

He climbed up the stone wall and met Yugshia and the others, who had heard a loud noise. Yugshia saw that Lorne was covered in scars, and her eyes widened in shock: "Lorne, what's wrong!"

"The voyage met the Kraken, and Balza died. Lorne's voice was as low as if it were coming from the depths, "The Kraken is coming, run." ”

The cavalrymen were shocked into a cold sweat when they heard this, and after pulling Lorne on their horses, they returned to White Sail as fast as they could. Lorne sat on his horse and looked back, his eyes widening.

On the surface of the misty sea, the waves began to surge. The first wave hit the shallows, and there was a cracking sound from the mast in the stone wall.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" shouted Lorne, "the waves are coming!"

When they turned back, they saw a second wave crashing up the stone wall, and the hooves of the horses running behind were soaked with seawater, and the road was muddy. Gritting her teeth, Yugshia turned over and dismounted, and galloped as fast as she could, heading to the town to make a report.

The fog at sea began to spread, spreading towards the edge of the shoals. It was morning, but the sky was as dark as midnight, and a faint and strange song sounded from the sea, gradually approaching.

When everyone finally rushed back to town, the bells of the first level of alert rang through the streets. Unsuspecting people gather in the streets, restlessly talking about the oppressive weather.

"Get out of town! Retreat to the heights!" Yugshia roared as she ran through the streets. Frightened by her excitement, people began to rush back home to pack their things.

Lorne rushed to the hospital, where researchers such as Erin and Sheena had arrived in the courtyard and didn't know what had happened. Lorne pulled Erin on his horse, and the other hunters loaded the medics and galloped out of the city.

And at Lorne's inadvertent glance, he only felt the blood clotting all over his body.

A huge wave nearly fifty meters high surged, as if it was about to swallow the town in the next second.