Lothar and Fioni walked one after the other in this seemingly endless darkness, each with their own thoughts. Lothar was still adjusting to the changes in his body and thinking about the problems they would bring, and he didn't know how long he could stay like this, maybe three years later, the day the pact with the Lord of Destiny would be completed, maybe the next time the sun would shine directly on him. But the good news is that if he has three more years left, then he will have a chance to send the networm and their children back to the Greylion, whether it is Marcus or Cheese, and his wife and children will be well cared for enough that it should be the best ending for him.

For Fioni, this was not the case. First of all, he didn't have any trust in the man who walked in front of him, whoever he was, there must be some essential difference between him and the Lothar he knew, a difference he didn't know yet, but he would always know. Secondly, there is the problem of the Sharktooth Clan, when he fights Jacquia, the Huntress and her people are in an abnormal state, which is too different from the Sharktooth that Fioni knew. Something must have befallen them, most of the most terrible, that had turned these proud hunters into madmen. He was worried that it would have something to do with the Angry Waves, as he had heard the word "Clan" from the Huntress, who had grown up with the Angry Waves and was still a member of the Burning Waves in the eyes of the shark-toothed Siren.

For the Lietao clan, Fioni has mixed emotions in his heart. When he was young, Fury took him in and taught him knowledge, even at one point willing to make him a warrior in the service of the Lady of the Tides. But he refused, and even left the clan because of it. Of course, there are more complicated reasons for this, but the shapeshifter knows how much he owes Lietao, and even when he is an exile, he will try to use his knowledge and knowledge to gain some benefits for his tribe. He really didn't want his former people to do some dirty deeds.

However, the matter of the scorching waves was not imminent, and beyond these two things, the Kraken knew what he should really care about now, the Thunder Giant. This uncompromising scourge in the legend of the Siren is awakening, which is not something to be anxious about, and it will take a long time for the giant to awaken, but the battle between the witch and the shark tooth provides an opportunity for the terrible giant to speed up his recovery. Fioni didn't know how much the giant's awakening would be quicker after devouring the serpent and the other shark-toothed sirens who had died in the battle, but it was no doubt a warning.

"We've got to get out quickly, we're going to die here sooner or later. Fioni's tone was weak, and that was because his battle with Jaquia had left him near dead. But even so, the Kraken continued to walk with perseverance, thanks to the fact that a month of hellish life gave him greater resilience in the air.

Lothar stopped and turned to look at his companion, unlike the Kraken, the current Count could clearly see every scale on the other's face. He knew how badly Fioni was injured, and he knew why Fioni didn't accept his support even though he was so badly injured. This keen friend of mine sensed something subtle. Lothar was a little frustrated when she thought about this, it was a very uncomfortable thing to be distrusted by those close to her, especially since she had no way to explain it in this situation. This made him think about how he would explain the three holes in his body, as well as his cold body and chest that no longer heaved, when he returned to Heartbreaker's Bay. They also say that if you die, you will be free from troubles. The Count thought and shook his head.

The Kraken didn't know what Lothar was thinking now, and by the sound of his footsteps, he could tell that the latter had stopped, which made him subconsciously bow slightly and make a defensive posture. But as soon as Fioni realized what he was doing, he immediately changed his stance and smiled wryly. Anyway, if this man wasn't the Lothar he was familiar with, at least it didn't hurt him, did it?, so the Kraken stretched out his hand as if he had made up his mind, and after a few seconds, a cold hand grasped him.

"Sorry, I was a little impatient. You'll want to get out of here, too. The shapeshifter's expression relaxed, "But I think we're lost." If we're going in the right direction, those ladies will at least leave us some mark, and that's not a hard thing for them, right? Don't get me wrong, I don't blame you, and it's no surprise that we went in the wrong direction in that kind of scene. Ah, it really doesn't feel good to talk to yourself, especially when there's someone else in front of you. ”

Lothar smiled, patted Fioni on the shoulder with his other hand in understanding, and then, as if remembering something, opened the palm of the kraken he was holding, and swiped his fingers across it. He was trying to communicate with Fioni in words. However, the Count forgot one thing, although Fioni was a polymath among the Sirens, most of his knowledge of human society came from eavesdropping and shipwrecks, and most of the people he could contact were ordinary residents of Heartless Bay, and most of these residents and sailors could not write.

"Clever try, but don't bother my friend. I don't understand your words. Fioni sighed and said helplessly, "I guess that's why people always say that knowledge is not enough when it's used." Let's keep walking, even if the direction is not right, there will still be a head here, right, and the probability of finding the exit by walking against the wall will be higher. ”

Lothar tapped her fingers on Fioni's palm in agreement, then leaned over and took the Siren's hand, motioning for him to climb onto his back. The shapeshifter hesitated for a moment, but still climbed up, his physical strength was really not good, and the wounds on his body were difficult to heal without nutritional supplements, if he was allowed to walk on his own, he would probably die on the road in a short time. And even with Lothar on his back, he would only be able to support a little more distance.

"You're so cold," said Fioni abruptly after a while, his voice so tired and pitifully small that he would not have been able to hear it if his head had not rested on Lothar's shoulder. Lothar was familiar with this kind of murmuring, as is always the case with those who were too wounded and dying, and he knew that people were no longer talking to a specific object, but more like a non-existent object of their own imagination, which some people called the Grim Reaper.

"It's so cool, like the sea on the edge of the altar," he continued. Speaking of which, her body is also so cold, but there are only scales, and her body is still... What am I talking about, really, maybe that's why she didn't go with me... It's been a long time since I've seen her again, I don't know if she's okay now, ahem... Woo, I'm probably going to die, okay, home, does it really exist..."

Lothar wanted to shed tears, but he found that he seemed to have lost that ability. How sad it is to not be able to cry when you want to cry. Fioni's breathing gradually became weaker, weaker and weaker...

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors