"You are responsible for what you say," the commander of the fleet of Nar said solemnly, taking the token handed to him by the young Twin Peaks nobleman, "just as we were told before we joined the fleet. ”

As a force directly under the Emperor's authority, every member of the Nar's fleet was required to swear to keep the fleet's secrets. Because of this, the fleet has been quietly developed for decades, but few people in the empire know about such a force.

"You can check my token," he replied, glancing at the small clay vase in the commander's hand, and calmly replied in the same serious tone, "the information inside can prove my identity and the goal of my actions." ”

A camel elemental shaman stepped out of the shadows behind Commander Nar, saluted with his hands on his chest and took the token. One of his palms turned into rock and crushed the vase, revealing the inscription on its inner wall:

"Proud, son of Osa Twin Peaks, a direct descendant of the Twenty-Eight Pillars of the Camel Clan. Ordered by Caesar, he was taught by the warlord Gelsang and lurked at his side. At the right time, there is a right to remove the danger of rebellion on its own. 54，55-58，59.”

“54，55-58，59”

After reading this information, and the proud man's previous self-report confirmed each other, a smile appeared on the commander's face.

"It's hard work, and I've been so badly injured," he walked up to the young camel's body, and stretched out his two hands to shake hands, and the other party naturally held them with interest, "go all the way ......"

Somewhat stunned by these strange words, the young Twin Peaks nobleman was still a beat slower, and his hands were firmly grasped by the fleet commander.

The camel shaman turned into a rocky palm, and when the stone chips were gone, it shone with lightning and crackled.

He put his fingers together, as if a hot knife was cutting butter, and poked into the chest of the proud Twin Peaks, and directly pulled out the hot heart of the young Twin Peaks nobleman.

"54,55-58,59 - the meaning of the password - clear, hidden danger. As if out of a last bit of mercy for the descendants of the Twin Peaks nobility, the commander explained to him at the last moment before his death.

Of course, this is only the last mercy.

After completing the work of "clearing the hidden danger", the camel elemental shaman summoned a cloud of flames and reduced the house of the proud Twin Peaks and the mutant floating raft settlement to ashes.

"Your Excellency," a captain of the Marines of the Narr fleet ran over, "the net has been searched, but the total number of people reported by each team does not match the number you provided earlier, at least a third of the gap. ”

The commander immediately made a decision and ordered, "Gather the elemental shaman to disperse the dense fog, and don't let the priest land for the time being," he thought for a moment, "The warlord of Gelsang may not be dead yet, he is not only an elemental shaman but also a camel god priest, it is best to confirm first." ”

"I'll take someone to make sure," the camel shaman hidden in the shadows took the initiative to ask for help—according to the information brought by the proud Twin Peaks, even if Kelsang had been ambushed, and the "thunderous roar" of the polar bears was there—it was true that only he could lead the team to ensure that nothing was lost, "If necessary, I would let that rebel 'die' again." ”

Nodding his head, he acquiesced to the hump shaman's words, and the fleet commander immediately allocated men for him: two heavily armed marines, and five other elemental shamans.

After taking care of the work here, he left with the rest of the people.

In addition to cleaning up the island, the commander was given orders to recover something.

With the combined efforts of the elemental shamans, the thick fog that enveloped the entire island gradually receded. The corpses of the mutated raft with long cheeks have been gathered, dragged to the buildings, and poured fire oil on them to clean them up intensively.

A salty, slightly bloody smell filled the air, combined with the black smoke from burning buildings, and the combination of the two clouds cast a dirt over everyone's mood.

Even if they were still intoxicated by the thrill of killing, when the horrors of the massacre were truly revealed, the well-trained camel warriors of the Nar fleet felt an indescribable oppression.

After all, they are not demons of the lower realms - no one is born an executioner, and the tragic scene in front of them makes every camel man feel a little bit of sympathy.

A low-rise building stood in the smoke and dust, and although it was in the center of the entire mutant raft settlement, faintly complimented by other buildings, it was not conspicuous in the slightest.

The mud wraps the exterior walls, and the palm leaves are laid in layers to serve as the roof. The door of this building is quite distinctive, not only are the dead corners covered with metal, but the door is even inlaid with dozens of bronze nails as decorations.

"Open the door," the commander of the fleet of Nar spat out a long text - a different language from the one the camels were familiar with, but it showed his will - activating the password, the additional spell taking effect and the wooden door opening, "Once inside, put the ...... The stolen treasure is brought back. Remember, everything is at my command. ”

Behind the wooden door, or in the middle of the hut, there was an entrance to the crypt and a long staircase.

Led by the commander, a whole squad of thirty camel warriors rushed in.

The steps are a bit steep and slippery, and the climb down is a bit difficult. But the height of the passage is enough, at least at the height of a dromedary, as long as you lower your head slightly, you can walk smoothly.

On each step down, the commander ordered the whale oil lamps to be lit in the alcoves of the passage, so they could walk in the dark.

About a tenths of an hourglass or so, the camels finally stepped on the leveled ground.

The commander rubbed his hand on the ground, took a torch and stabbed it into the hole that had been set aside in advance.

With a "bang", a line of fire spread in all directions with the commander's location as .asxs., until the lights placed on the surrounding walls and dome were ignited, and the underground hall was instantly lit up.

Blocks of green bricks are paved to form the floor, and a round platform is made of pine wood in the center of the main hall, and a lead box is placed on the platform.

"Minerva's Skull" was now placed in a lead box.

No different from the camel people and polar bear people, the ancient human kingdom of the island world also gave birth to a variety of ancestral spirits - primitive gods because of ancestor worship.

In the aftermath of the cataclysm, all kingdoms of humanity were destroyed, and the inheritance of the race was nearly severed. The mighty and weak primordial gods, like their followers, fell into slumber and then perished.

But gods are gods after all, and even if they don't have even a faint divine power, they won't leave no trace like mortals do after they die. For example, the head of the god named Minerva was retained after his demise.

"Don't be cranky," reminded the commander of the Nar fleet, who should have been accompanied by several camel priests at this time, had it not been for Gelsan's special status, "this ...... This strange thing is dangerous, and you had better always recite the prayer of the camel god in your hearts. ”

Minerva was once a god of wisdom and thought, but his head had long since crystallized and lost consciousness. But even so, the remnants of divine power can still change the reality around them.

In fact, after this strange artifact was acquired by a certain emperor of the empire, it had been studied by the elemental shaman and priest of the camel people for many years, and now its only remaining function has been basically determined-

The "Minerva Skull" can read the thoughts of mortal beings and then use their divine power to drive a certain "prayer technique", but it can only have an effect on the creature that gave it the thoughts.

The long-cheeked raftmen are the product of it. Because they have been adrift at sea all year round, they can "breathe freely in the sea", which is a kind of ability that rafters hope to acquire from the perspective of survival.

With a little channeling of this need, the thought becomes strong enough that Minerva's Skull will be able to receive it.

Variations in the body of the raft man thus occur, and through selective reproduction, this trait change can be inherited steadily.

Of course, the "Minerva Skull" cannot be used indefinitely, and the divine energy contained in it can be used once less. And similar to the "prayer technique", if you don't plan carefully, the more persistent the thoughts, the more unacceptable the results will be.

Once, when experimenting with the functions of this strange object, some elemental shamans thought of "strengthening their own elemental spirits" as the idea of entering the "Minerva's Skull", but his elemental spirits were directly replaced by an earth djinn sultan of the inner elemental plane.

Feeling offended, the earth djinn nobleman cast a spell directly to turn the camel shaman into a diamond statue.

In the years when the camels experimented with the function of the "Minerva Skull", something similar happened more than once.

Therefore, they later gave up on using camel people as test subjects and used other species for experiments, and floating raft people with mutated parotid glands were the product of subsequent experiments.

The task of retrieving this artifact would have been best carried out by a devout priest, but the Commander had enough men with him that the mixed ideas would have made it difficult for Minerva's skull to accept and not be suddenly aroused. At the same time, this strange object is held in a special lead box, which can also play a certain role in isolation.

"Be careful," the Commander of the Nar fleet reminded himself, moving the torch near the lead box and reading the "precautions" inscribed on it over and over again to make sure nothing goes wrong, "handle it with care, don't cast spells nearby, don't open the lid of the box......

Just as he was about to put his hands on the clasps on both sides of the lead box, there was a series of "pops" falling to the ground in the crypt hall. The commander jerked back, only to find that all the soldiers he had brought with him had collapsed on the cold floor, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Hearing the slight footsteps behind his ears, he immediately drew the iron sword at his waist, rolled his body and swung the sword backwards. And then—

The fleet commander found himself in a sideways motion, pinned in mid-air by a force.

"What is this?" Quiss, who had done all this, looked at his "loot" and asked for a long time, "What treasure is hidden in this box?"

The young blue dragon picked his finger, and the lid of the lead box was opened instantly, and a rippling golden light suddenly shot out from it, submerging into the body of Quis, who was "shaken" into his eyes.