For high-level demons, eating is more of a blood-driven instinct, and they can't contain their inner thirst for flesh. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Although the bloody life greatly impairs their ability to create art, almost all demons are avid art lovers. Many of the great demons were connoisseurs, and only a handful of demons became outstanding artists.

The reason why Nikita's cooking skills were loved by Sir Ulrich was because her food began to take on an artistic flavor. This is one of the reasons why she was able to survive in the Lich King's realm.

"Aren't you going to go, why are you putting away the sails?" asked the banshee, looking contentedly at the admiring diners in front of her.

This time no one was making it difficult for her.

"Put away the sails before you can set off! Wide open sails, that's the rhythm of stopping the ship!" Ryan took a large sip of the green drink and exclaimed, "Our demon ship naturally can't be like those stupid mortals. ”

Nikita thought it was more stupid, so she very wisely changed the subject:

"The captain said to go north, do you know where to go?"

"North Sea. Ryan replied simply.

For wizards, the North Sea is a very broad concept, and the entire Arctic Ocean falls within the confines of the North Sea. But in the words of the demons, there is only one place that can be called the North Sea.

That's the territory of the Iceberg Demon.

"Why go there. The banshee's beautiful eyebrows frowned together. If the Krakens on the Mist are only a little rough, then the demons on the iceberg are complete barbarians.

The lich privately said that the legendary iceberg demon had gone mad while advancing and had a mental problem. So the demons under his command have also become stupid.

"You should be asked that. Ryan glanced at the banshee.

"Beauty doesn't need to answer any questions from such coarse people. Harry's voice was muffled, and his mouth was still full of snacks. Demons are big stomachs, and Nikita's 100-serving afternoon tea was stuffed into his stomach by both energetic young men.

NIKITA NOTICED A FEW BITS OF MEAT SAUCE ON HARRY'S PINK POLO SHIRT.

"Originally, our next step was to go to the Black Triangle, but after you came, the boss changed his mind. Ryan put down the knife and fork in his hand and glanced at Nikita with a sad face: "The tickets for the siren concert I booked a month in advance are invalid, and I can't taste the Minotaur hooves of the sauce made by the chef of Havana." What the hell did you tell the captain?"

He pulled a green leather out of his pocket and shook it vigorously in front of the banshee. Nikita saw that several sirens on the leather were lying boredly on the reef and twisting their bodies, and above their heads hung a jade coin that looked like a bright moon, and there were three or four golden beans clustered around the jade coin.

"One jade coin and four golden beans. Ryan slammed the leather concert ticket on the table.

"It's a long way to the north, how long will it take to get there?" Nikita ignored the blond young man's complaints. She took the green drink, took a sip, and changed the question.

Harry's mouth was still full of food, and he glanced at Ryan.

"What's the name of our ship?" asked Ryan, who was bored as he put away his ticket.

"The Mist!"

"What do you look around?"

Nikita looked around, a little stunned. Although the sky could still feel the scorching sun, a hazy mist unconsciously surrounded it from all directions. And the fog is getting thicker and thicker, and in just a few minutes, the visibility will reach the level of three or five meters.

"Quiet. The old boatman's angry roar rang in everyone's ears.

Time passed minute by minute, and the dense fog in front of me showed no trace of dissipation. Nikita could only hear the sound of running water in his ears, and some unsettling roars coming from the thick fog.

Gradually, a chill came from all directions. The banshee raised her head and quietly looked at the misty sky and the misty sea, not knowing where this chill came from.

As the chill intensified, the fog slowly faded, and the afterglow of the setting sun began to fall on the deck through this heavy curtain.

Nikita's eyes blinked, and she shook her head, her scarlet eyes bursting with shock. She looked up and looked fixedly at the sky.

Above your head, there is a brilliant galaxy.

The banshee jumped up and ran to the side of the ship.

Not far from the Mist, a white iceberg was slowly gliding in front of her eyes. On the iceberg, a lazy polar bear slapped its belly and lay on the top of the mountain, unscrupulously watching the big black ship that suddenly appeared in front of it.

The Mist has traveled thousands of miles across the ocean to the North Sea.

After thousands of miles of sailing, this sentence suddenly appeared in the heart of the banshee.

"You're asking how long it will take to get to the North, aren't you? Harry slipped to her side with a smirk, raised the pocket watch in his hand, and pretended to be solemn: "After careful measurement by Lord Ben, it took about five minutes and thirty-seven seconds, well, about five minutes and thirty-six seconds before and after." ”

"Mistake?" Nikita wanted to give him a kick, but was more curious about what the mistake was.

"It's just counting the time we get in and out of the fog. ”

The banshee didn't speak, just used her trembling breath to express her inner excitement.

Ryan looked at the performance of the new crew member with satisfaction and comforted: "Don't get excited, it's just a small scene." After staying on the ship for a long time, you will know what a real miracle is. ”

"No excitement, just too cold!" the banshee said as her teeth grappled.

Harry staggered into the cabin, carrying a new set of white velvet and draped it over the banshee.

The banshee glanced at him sideways, but did not speak.

"That's my new coat!" Ryan snarled, sparring with Harry.

On the iceberg not far away, the big white bear was biting a big fish, and the man was standing, staring at the little red eyes, curiously watching the twisted show on the deck.

Nikita didn't pay attention to the fight between the two, her eyes were drawn to the sea not far away.

The waters of the North Sea are darker than those of the warmer waters of the past. The navy blue sea shimmers and is covered with large and small ice cubes. Compared to the iceberg, the ice was fragile and cold, with only a few tired seals resting their tails on it.

Not far from the Mist, ripples rippled in the calm sea. The tail-resting seals raised their heads alertly, staring at the ripples of the sea, their tails flapping restlessly against the ice beneath them.

In less than a minute, a huge whirlpool appeared in Nikita's eyes. The center of the deep whirlpool is like the legendary eye of the sea, unfathomable.

The seals screamed like dumplings, jumped off the ice, and swam away from the whirlpool.

But it was too late.

A huge gray ship covered in seaweed and shells, spitting seawater, emerged from the deep eye of the sea. The whirlpooled seals were like chickens smashing into rocks, hitting seaweed and shells, leaving only dark red scars.

Nikita looked at the two young krakens who had stopped fighting.

"The Vortex, another big ship that can rival us!" Harry explained to Nikita with a smug expression, "I guess the boss is going to meet the old guy from the Uzumaki this time." ”

"It's not just him. Ryan's stunned voice came from behind them.

Turning around, following Ryan's somewhat stiff figure, Nikita saw a hazy image.

It's like a mirage in the mouth of a mortal. In this mirage, a large fat five-masted ship is safely moored in a beautiful harbor. Nikita could even see a drunken sailor on the dock of the harbor not far away, stripped of all his valuables and thrown on the ground by several ruffians.

"This mirage is so clear, it looks like the real thing!" she couldn't help but admire.

"Because it's true. Harry's voice wasn't as smooth as it had been, and it was a little somber.

Nikita looked at him in amazement, only to see Harry looking at the mirage with a serious face.

"This is the Poseidon, a huge building ship that dominates the East China Sea. Ryan explained softly beside him.

Nikita was stunned, then stunned.

"The Mist, the Vortex, the Poseidon, plus that stable iceberg. Harry snapped his fingers and smacked, "Something really happened." ”

"Iceberg?" Nikita spun around in a daze, looking at the iceberg not far away.

It was indeed an iceberg, a real iceberg. The polar bear above seemed to be a little unhappy with the successive intruders, and let out an angry howl.

"Originally, I thought it was an iceberg. But looking at the legendary Kraken ships that popped up one after another around me, I couldn't help but think of the legends to the north. ”

"What the hell did you tell your boss?" said Harry, looking at Nikita solemnly.

The young banshee looked dazed.