A trip to the sea seems to be a novelty, and after the excitement has passed, the boredom of being surrounded by the ocean in all directions and having nowhere to go is even more excessive than a caravan on foot.

Even if you go fishing and netting with anticipation, the sun and the sea breeze can toss people into a trance.

In particular, knowing that this trip will take about half a year, and it is almost the same as the international seafaring trade and transportation, the excitement of opening will fade very quickly.

The curiosity about the sea, treasures, and islands has gradually turned into routine lookouts from masts, maintenance and inventory of supplies, and inspections of the durability of ships.

Of course, for Ke Li, who can go to Inception to rest at any time, this is not a difficult task.

At a time when his peers need to rely on sleep and exercise to promote time and maintain their mental condition, he is living a normal life, and his acting and study are not left behind.

If his teammates asked, he would say that he was practicing purgatory walking and spiritual world shuttles, and anyway, the lies of the demon sequence were not bad, and there was no psychological burden on deception and deceit.

Fortunately, the people in the team have experienced a lot of adventures, and although the half-month accelerated journey is boring, each other's mental condition is not bad, and they all have the means to prepare in advance to kill time.

It wasn't until the 18th day that the island appeared on the surface of the sea shrouded in the fog of history.

It was shattered trees and earth, ruined buildings, floating like clouds over the ocean, and the entire walls of mist were blurred with sunlight and shadows that no traveler at sea could see until they were close enough.

"Once you're in the area shrouded in the fog of history, I'll be in charge of adjusting the entrance and navigation coordinates."

Flanders was in charge of the matter, and Coolie watched from the sidelines, feeling that the use of navigation coordinates, like a complex planetarium, could provide tokens and powers at the right time to unravel the mystery.

As Flanders operated, a thick fog erupted from the sea around the ship, and the shattered and suspended buildings gradually became clearer, much like the illusory light in Inception, but it seemed more alive than the phantoms and dead objects.

"Since ancient times, the fog of history has always existed, and I don't know which true god fell here to form such a strange and extraordinary scene."

As the fragmented puzzle pieces are repeatedly reassembled, the structures of islands and continents take shape in the distance.

It was only when the fog completely obscured the real deep sea, turning the side of the ship into a floating phantom sea, that Flanders steered the sails and controlled the ship into the sun.

During this period, Flanders also asked Collie and others: "How is it, the first time you came to explore the fog of history, did you find it particularly magical?" It's like you've traveled to another plane of space?"

Colley looked around and felt that it felt strange, and while it could be as real as Inception and Gem Realm, it was unreal in some ways: "It's magical, but there is no clear threat."

Enzo: "Of course, before the conflict with the indigenous people of the local civilization remains, the exploration of the fog of history, just as the exploration of the old continent of primitive people by modern people, will not immediately develop hostility towards each other."

Standing at the bow of the ship, Colley asked, "Shall we not open the Wall of Inspiration and go over it?" If you land directly on the shore like this, you will be discovered by the islanders in the fog of history, right? Primitive people did not have office work, and their physical fitness and eyesight were not necessarily as bad as those of modern people, so what should they do if they find out?"

Flanders said, "Ancient texts say that the tribes of the ancient dragonmen were skilled in hunting with bows and arrows and spears, and although they were descendants of dragons, they were far inferior in size and combat strength to their ancestors, and possessed as few extraordinary characteristics as barbarians, but they were also very confident......

"Confidence?" Colley was a little curious.

Flanders spread his hands: "It's in some things that he has the same calmness and confidence as enigma."

"If they think that we are not a threat or that we are not their opponents, it is safer for them to see us, otherwise they will suddenly appear on the shore and then land, and they will talk to each other again

Probe, on the contrary, it will have a bad effect."

"So that's the case, are there generally a lot of primitive mainlanders or islanders in the fog of history?" Ke Li didn't have any opinions, he felt that the threat level of this place was not as exciting as that of Inception, and it was an absolutely dark and visionless random spike, but it seemed very ordinary here.

Mary took the opportunity to say, "Normally, there are not many of them, but primitive people don't have so much competition and kingdom division, and they will build some totemic signs near the tribal villages as primitive road signs and guideposts, and the customs and styles between the tribes may also be very different."

"They will be aware of our presence and presence, but they will not be able to run into them as soon as they get off the boat, and it may be better to start with the small-scale wandering islanders and learn about their customs and beliefs."

Colly didn't answer, put his hands in his pockets and waited for the time to come.

He wasn't good at these things, and he wouldn't volunteer to negotiate with the Dragonmen.

It was only when the ship slowly looked for a landing port around the giant island that he faintly saw some dragonmen with branches, animal skins, and pieces of cloth tied to their bodies, holding primitive spears, bows and arrows peeking on the sea cliffs.

"Looking at them from afar, they look like lizardmen with stronger bodies and thicker tails, I'm not sure about the details of the skeleton and horns, most of them are 3~5 people moving together, and they also carry some colorful birds on their shoulders.

The kestrel also withdrew his gaze, confirming that what Corrie saw was not a hallucination, and that he had spotted a similar dragon-man hunting team.

Flanders and Enzo waved their hands at the distant island, and the dragonmen did not react, just watched the ship from afar, and after a few moments, they disappeared into the dense jungle.

This is good news for Mary and others.

Because they neither expressed their determination to defend their territory, nor did they blow the horn of a fierce and aggressive attack, but a group of relatively calm fellows, living a self-sufficient life in the primitive and rich realm.

This means that they don't have to wage an "all-out war" with the locals, and can carry out their missions in relative peace, searching for what interests them in this land full of mysteries.

"It's very ordinary, it's not as exciting as when I left the borders of the empire for the first time when I was in the ordinary state of mind, and it was really eye-opening to see groups of aliens moving at that time, but now it's not strange."

Ke Li complained casually, and his companions laughed along.

Flanders: "Alright, let's find a safe and sheltered cavern and sail in, and then explore the land slowly."

(End of chapter)