Countless raindrops fell on the sea,

The wind swept the waves and rushed to the shore,

The waves crashed against the reef on the shore and exploded into countless droplets.

He stole out of the sea, his swarthy back with a dull fin that was almost attached to his back.

He spread the upper fins of his arms and controlled the direction of his swimming, twisting his tail from side to side, silently approaching the black reef.

The waves pushed him up a reef, and after the crash, his body almost clung to the oyster-filled reef, and the heavy rain poured on him made him more flexible.

He climbed the black reef and kept getting closer to the shoreline......

……

Dusk in the rain,

dimly lit,

Two beer-bellied seafarers trotted briskly across the beach with buckets of water in their hands towards the port.

The fat bodies made it impossible for them to run on the beach at all, and the raindrops kept hitting the two of them, on their heads, and on their faces, and flowed into their eyes, making the two of them can't help but squint.

The two crew members ran along the shoreline, leaving two clear rows of footprints on the beach.

Ahead is a black reef that you can run a few hundred metres ahead to reach the edge of the pier.

The two seafarers were already soaking wet, and the waves were constantly pounding on their ankles.

One of the fish in the bucket was thrown out, fell into the water with a pop, and disappeared in a black shadow.

One of the fat seafarers immediately cursed, and when he saw that there were two fish left in the bucket, he had to slow down.

Anyway, it's wet, and it's not the same if you go back a little earlier and later......

If the last two fish in the bucket also jumped out, he would probably have to eat brown bread and cabbage for dinner.

He wanted to call out to his companion who was running in front of him, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the rain rushed into his mouth.

He quickly spat two mouthfuls of saliva and continued to trot forward......

……

He crouched on the reef and waited for the right moment, his eyes flashing with resentment.

His blue cheeks were covered with strange gills, and his head was braided with a few fine braids, and his ears were attached to the sides of his skull, and his face was almost hideous like a demon.

The two arms are about a meter long, covered with cyan scales, with black fins on their backs, and the upper part of their bodies looks like that of a human, but below the waist is a fishtail that is more than two meters long.

When he saw the two human seafarers on the shoreline, the pupils with golden threads instantly widened.

Even the wheezing sound became heavy, and he took out a short sharp dagger from his waist and bit it into his mouth, before he slid silently from the reef into the water.

He nimbly navigated the reef and was waist-deep in the water.

It was already very close to the beach, and the figures of the two human seafarers dozens of meters away were becoming more and more clear in the heavy rain.

A large wave surged up, pushing his body and rushing quickly towards the shore.

He swung the fishtail behind him vigorously, and the thrust of the waves and the acceleration of the swim made him rush out of the waves like a sharp arrow.

A stone's throw away.

He spread his arms, flicked the fishtail, and pounced on the human seafarer who had fallen behind.

The human seafarer was bald, one hundred and eighty-five centimeters tall, with a tattoo of an anchor on the back ear, a neatly trimmed beard on his chin, and a thick arm.

The big belly full of fat pulled his lumbar spine into an exaggerated 'S' shape, making him run a few steps as if he was going to spit out the lungs in his chest.

He didn't even dare to breathe violently to avoid choking on the rainwater into his trachea.

He is just a cook on the ship, and his greatest hobby is sleeping with different women of different styles in the harbor.

It was rare to have a day off, but he was more unlucky, and the night before he lost the last copper plate in his pocket, he could only run to the beach with a fishing rod to fish and polish time.

A fishy shadow slammed down on his back, his slimy, cold arms slamming around his neck, if it was still a neck.

The human seafarer saw a scaly cyan arm and a sharp dagger in the other's finned hand......

The dagger cut into the thick fat under his neck, and found the trachea under the fat......

A bright light streaked across the ......

Blood gushed out of his throat.

He didn't even scream, he clutched his throat with his hands and fell into the seawater, and the blood that came out instantly stained the sea water around him.

The power in his body was running out quickly, and he struggled to his feet, trying to call out to his companions in front of him.

But the sound of the waves and the rain covered everything until he lost the last of his strength and fell limply into the sea.

His fat body was carried by the waves and pushed onto the beach.

Heavy rain washed the blood off his body......

……

The seafarers in front of them ran and found no movement behind them.

He subconsciously glanced back and found that his companion had actually collapsed on the beach, and the bucket and fishing rod in his hand were thrown far away.

He wanted to curse:

'What the hell weather! ’

When the waves receded, they swept away the fine sand under his feet and almost left him in the water.

There was no one to be seen on the beach, and the heavy rain blurred the surrounding scenery.

He thought that his companion had just accidentally fallen and needed him to go over and help him, so he turned around and ran back in the rain without thinking about it......

When he ran to his companion, he found that his entire face was buried in the sand, and there was still a trace of blood flowing from his neck.

With some caution, he crouched down, turned his body over, and lay on his back, only to find that his companion's throat had been cut open.

The wound on his throat was still blistering with blood.

He was so frightened that he immediately wanted to run away......

A wave rolls in,

The waves fell on his legs,

He felt as if a hand was grabbing his ankle, his center of gravity unsteady, and he fell on his back in shallow water.

Another wave crashed against him, and he struggled to crawl towards the sand, but the hand at his ankle pulled him like a shackle.

Suddenly he felt a pain in his calf, and he looked back to see a dagger nailed to his calf, and cut a wound more than a foot long.

Fear and pain made him scream hysterically.

He slapped the sea with his arms desperately, making countless splashes in the rain.

The rain poured down, obscuring all sounds.

The waves rolled the seafarer's body into the sea, and he tried to grasp a protruding reef at hand, and the sharp shell immediately cut several wounds in his palm.

In the midst of the fierce struggle, the seafarers were still swallowed by the sea.

I don't know how long it took, but the rain gradually became lighter.

The seafarer, whose face was not bloody, leaned against a black reef, his legs soaked in the sea, but his legs were cut out of a finger wide knife, and the wounds were all white, and no blood was flowing out.

The seafarer opened his eyes in despair, pointed to the Dane River on the shore with trembling hands, and took his last breath.

……

The morning after a heavy rain was supposed to be a sunny day.

However, the climate of Castletown Port is relatively different, and it happened to meet a cold air stream blowing from the north, which caused the temperature of Castletown Port to plummet after a rain......

The entire harbor was shrouded in a thick fog, and the closer you got to the coastline, the fog became.

Brown Street is the closest street to the sea, and there is a Dane River, where the fog covers almost the entire street.

Roy ran out the door with two books in his arms and slipped headlong into the fog.

As I groped my way down the street, the water of the Dane River on the other side made a 'whooshing sound'.

……

Cyan, scaly fingers grasped the stone railing, sharp nails embedded in the stone railing, and his body hung behind the railing, and below him was the rolling Dane River.

Smelling the smell of humanity, he cautiously poked his head out.

In the fog, even looking across the street was a little blurry, but he could make out the smell......

Naga, humans, and elves all have different tastes.

He smelled a faint human smell, which is why he poked his head out to look out.

So, the Naga killer sees Roy walking in the fog......

……

Walking down Brown Street, just walked next to the pharmacy.

This is the crossroads of Brown Street, where the Dane River flows into the sea, and where the elves built a stone bridge.

In the past two days, it has rained one after another, and the water level of the Dane River is high and the water flow is turbulent.

Roy hurried to the Elven Academy, not caring about the surrounding situation, if he could meet a carriage passing by at the corner of the street, Roy was even ready to take the carriage to the academy.

It's just that under the fog, the street looks deserted......

Roy stopped by Mrs. Winnie's apothecary as usual, to see what the Nightblade leopard tethered to the door was.

He bent down and looked into the nest.

It's just that today this nightblade leopard seems to be very honest, it stares around vigilantly, with an uneasy look in its eyes, and constantly licks its paws with its tongue.

Even when Roy came, the Nightblade Panther didn't respond.

Roy was a little surprised, if it weren't for the inexplicable danger, the Nightblade Leopard would definitely bark its teeth at Roy, and the grudge between it and Roy would not be a day or two......

Roy looked around, and the street was quiet.

Because it rained yesterday and it was foggy this morning, no one came out at this time in the morning.

And even pedestrians can't see it on the street......

Roy instantly felt that inexplicable sense of oppression.

At the same time, the Nightblade Leopard also retracted its head into its nest......

A dark shadow appeared from the bridge, right behind Roy, his body writhing like a python, silently approaching Roy.

Roy didn't actually feel the danger approaching, but he saw that the pupils of the nightblade leopard in the kennel had been erected, and the hair on the back of his neck had exploded.

Seeing that the Nightblade Leopard was actually scared like this, Roy sensed that something was wrong.

Roy didn't even dare to look back, and rushed forward with a shout.

The Naga killer who put it up pounced on it immediately, and the sharp nails only scratched the linen clothes on Roy's back, tearing more than three feet long cuts on it.

Roy took the opportunity to stride out......

The Nightblade Leopard, which was hiding in its nest, burst out like lightning at this moment, the thick iron chain of its thumb on its neck was torn off in an instant, and its two fleshy front paws rested on the wooden fence, and its body jumped high, opening its bloody mouth and biting at the Naga killer.