The ancient city of the ancestors, the oldest and most ancient thief market (ghost market) on Bitter Island, is also the black market that is usually passed down by the people. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The original "Ancient City of the Ancestors" was hidden in all corners of Ku'ai Island, and the ancient market had no fixed place and never had a fixed form. Buyers and sellers are never secretly connected.

Everyone in the ancient city is calm and calm, and they are at peace with what they encounter. If the intention is not satisfied in the process, and the situation stops, the transaction is unconditionally closed, whether it is the buyer or the seller, and never forced.

Not only that, but the trading methods of the ancient market are also crazy and staggering, or barter, or barter, or currency exchange, and even worse, when encountering buyers who "smell like", they hit it off and gave generous gifts.

Secondly, the things traded in the ancient market are even more mysterious: tortoise shells used for divination, human skins with tattoos, strange-shaped animal bones, and larvae of rare species, such as the eggs of the eight-eyed giant spider, the dream chrysalis, or the unhatched blue dragon eggs.

Ancient gods, holy relics, murder weapons, and all kinds of treasures are also endless, and they have been prosperous in the ancient city for a long time, and I don't know how many masters have changed their hands. It's just that this "Ancient City of the Ancestors" is the same fate as the Island of Bitter Woe, although it was prosperous for a while, it was difficult to escape the catastrophe, and the prosperity of the ancient city did not last long.

Forty years ago, the bitter cold of Bitter Island was no longer peaceful.

A dhow named "Tianshu" rode the wind and waves in the sea for hundreds of days, but unexpectedly encountered the wind and waves on the way home, it rose and fell in the blue sea and waves, and lost its direction. At the critical moment, a young sailor stepped forward to replace the panicked old captain and firmly held the rudder, and that's it.

The "Tianshu" finally did not sink to the bottom of the sea, but because of this, it also strayed into the realm of the sea of innocence.

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The ship, which was supposed to sail back to the continent of Amicus, ran aground on an icy island for no apparent reason.

The crew was amazed, frightened, and fanatical. In the end, thousands of moods turned into a kind of living fluke.

Because, before that, this white island, in their cognition, was originally an ocean and a void in their map. It was as if this land had suddenly grown out of nowhere, a gift from God to them in order to make them alive again.

In addition to the excitement, they gradually discovered that there were not only a few "survivors" in this bitter cold barren land. In addition, there are many indigenous people. These aborigines are not as savage as they imagined, drinking blood, nor showing the slightest xenophobia.

On the contrary, they are elegant, noble, and courteous. With light hair, tall noses, and deep eyes, the people of each island welcomed and helped these uninvited guests.

As a result, the survivors of Amix soon realized that their understanding had been challenged once again, that the island had a history far longer than that of Amis, and that there were no more exotic species, spells, and magic than Amis. They feel that the world is changing rapidly, as if this piece of land did not exist in the last second, but now it is generously spread out in today's sun, cold, real, and unpretentious.

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The Celestial Pivot set sail again on a sunny morning, with the help of several tall giants of the Isle of Bitterness, and to the babbling cheers of a few young Viking children, the Celestial Pivot finally moved slowly and finally left the stranded reef.

The young sailor fulfilled his wish and became the new captain, and the old captain was nowhere to be found, he might have stayed on the icy island, or he might have died, but who cared.

Finally, they waved goodbye, each smiling and teary in their eyes, and their emotions were mixed, because they thought they would never see each other again.

It's just that no one expected that soon they would meet again, but it was not the original "Tianshu".

Ten years later, hundreds of Kirk galleons were floating lifelessly on the vast sea like giant tarantulas, and no one knew how long it took the Amix to find this incomparably tortuous course.

For the sake of saving their lives ten years ago, they brought a generous gift - enough to annihilate an entire island's men and weapons, capable crusaders, and the entire "Knights of the Light".

The battle burned on the ice sheet for three months, and if it weren't for a deceased man, it would probably have been a battle of equal strength.

Eventually, however, the Nexus of Misery was found by the old man in Amix, and a sword pierced through it. If it weren't for the chieftain and the elders of Bitter Island to cast the curse of the Ancient Mirror, the ancestors of Bitter Island would never have recovered.

But even so, the young talents of the Vikings have all died in this battle, and many babies have died young, and the remaining Vikings can only live in a virtual fantasy, which is now the Inner Island of Suffering.

And that old man is the original young sailor, after ten years of tempering, he finally faded away from the original recklessness and clumsiness, and the face that all Vikings can never forget is only solemnity and majesty.

Even in the midst of the black oppressive crowd, he could not hide the heroic spirit he exuded in his body, he was the sharpest sharp knife in the Knights of the Holy Light, and the best leader among the hundreds of Kirk galleons from Amis, the commander of the Knights of the Holy Light-Alexandre Henry.

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Forty years later.

The ancient mirror is gloomy, and the sky is empty.

After forty years, the Vikings are still surviving, barely surviving on the inner islands in the Gate of the Ancient Mirror.

The catastrophe forty years ago, everyone remembered it in their hearts, but in the past few decades, no one has been cultivated in the island of bitter suffering, and after several spiritual baptisms to no avail, the bodies of the elders and chiefs have been declining day after day, and their cultivation has been much worse than before.

Everyone knows in their hearts that the qi of the ancestors has become lower and lower, but they don't know when it will end.

With the decline of the magic of the people of Misery Island, after everyone disappeared, the strange anecdotes in their ears suddenly became very rare, and even the original mysterious "Ancient City of Ancestors" became no longer magical.

The ethereal "thief market" has long existed in name only, but it has become very standard, and it is carefully divided into "Xiao Market" and "Night Market".

The things bought and sold are also mixed, and there are no more treasures of the year, more of them are charlatans and illusions, as long as they are extremely rare treasures.

At this point, the "Ancient City of the Ancestors" has finally become a real black market.

Forty years later, Jacob Henry, the son of Alexandre Henry, came back to this icy island, passed through the forbidden gate of the ancient mirror, and experienced the spiritual baptism to become a true ancestor.

At this moment, the young man named Jacob was walking slowly from a vast barren meadow, with a playful-looking little girl on her back, wearing an eye-catching pink dress, and her childish face was full of expressions, sometimes cute, sometimes perverse.

The young man walked slowly, looking rather helpless, only occasionally turning back to talk to the girl, and from time to time a few hints of inconspicuous crimson flashed on his cheeks.