Chapter 54 Arrival at the Whirlpool ~ In the original book, Sang Zhi Tao and...
In the original book, Sang Zhitao did not describe what it looked like, only saying that it was a miracle of the sea, and when the miracle unfolded, it was a beautiful sight that one could never forget in one's lifetime.
Sang Zhitao doesn't remember what the beautiful scenery she imagined as a teenager would look like, but she has seen it now.
Ripples spread across the sea, sunlight spilled across its surface, and in the shimmering waves, the points of light resembled dancing sprites performing a ritualistic dance with the waves.
With each circle, the light spots grew brighter and brighter, and Sang Zhitao finally confirmed that the dancing light spots were not an illusion.
"So cute." As the ship approached the center, the lights grew larger and larger, and one could vaguely see human-shaped figures within them.
"What is this?" Sang Zhitao leaned on the railing, watching the elves dancing on the sea surface, running away on the waves as the ship approached.
“The Dark Messenger.” Baron stood in front of him, watching with interest. “I’ve heard that Dark Messengers are born along with the Dark Vortex. They dance on the sea, stirring the waves with their dance to tell people far away that the Dark Vortex is coming.”
“So beautiful…” Sang Zhitao murmured as she looked at the increasing number of Dark Messengers.
These shadow messengers are quite interesting. The largest are only three to five centimeters long, with round heads and short, fat limbs, but they are extremely agile and graceful when they dance.
Sang Zhitao leaned on the railing and watched, becoming increasingly surprised to discover that these little creatures seemed to have their own consciousness.
"Baron, look at those two over there, they're actually slacking off!" Sang Zhitao pointed to two Dark Messengers a little distance away from them, who were secretly slowing down and squatting down to rest.
"Really!" Barron exclaimed in surprise. "There, that's yawning."
"Captain, look at that guy on the left. He's dodging ships by just riding on the waves, and he even pats his chest when he comes back. It's so funny!" Little John pointed to the sea with a face full of surprise.
"That one just jumped the wrong way and kicked the one next to it." Eureka also came over to join in.
"I have one here too, hahaha, it actually fell into the waves, hahaha."
"Over there, over there, that guy just turned around too much and made himself throw up."
"There's another one that was sleeping, and it was just woken up by the one behind it."
In an instant, the pirates on the ship all gathered at the railing, watching the Dark Messenger dancing on the sea and sharing their interesting discoveries with their companions.
"We're almost there. According to regulations, we need to take a small boat to reach the center." Barron looked through his binoculars.
"Okay, I've arranged everything I asked you to do." Sang Zhitao nodded.
"Don't worry." Baron put away his binoculars and boarded the small boat with Sang Zhitao and Eureka.
"Huh?" As the small boat entered the sea, the Dark Messengers immediately surrounded it. Sang Zhitao curiously reached out to tease them before looking at Baron. "Why have they all gathered here?"
“I don’t know, I’ve never heard of such a situation before.” Baron frowned slightly and shook his head.
“I see…” Sang Zhitao raised an eyebrow. “Then let it be. We’ll find out eventually.”
Seeing this, Baron nodded and said nothing more, continuing to row forward.
The so-called central area was farther than Sang Zhitao had imagined, but with the Dark Messengers accompanying her, the journey wasn't too boring.
“Look at this new ship.” In the center, on several small boats connected together, a middle-aged man handed his binoculars to a man in red next to him.
"What's wrong?" The man in red took the binoculars, puzzled, then frowned at the middle-aged man. "What are you looking at?"
"That girl's shoulder." The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with barely suppressed excitement.
The man in red immediately realized what was happening and quickly picked up his binoculars to continue looking. Only when he could clearly see the Dark Messenger playing on Sang Zhitao's shoulder did he put down the binoculars and look at the middle-aged man with excitement.
"As expected, he was right. We really can encounter miracles." The middle-aged man's lips curled up, revealing an undisguised greed and joy.
They weren't the only ones who noticed the abnormality in Sang Zhitao's shoulders. Basically, everyone who came with ulterior motives had already noticed that they were all so excited, and their eyes were full of greed.
"Hiss..." Sang Zhitao suddenly felt a chill.
"What's wrong?" Baron asked her, puzzled.
"It's nothing, I just feel like someone is plotting against me." Sang Zhitao frowned, shook her head slightly, and then looked at the central area not far away.
Unfortunately, by the time she could see everyone's expressions clearly, their scheming and greed had already been hidden beneath a gentle facade.
"One, two, three..." Sang Zhitao's eyes swept over everyone as she silently counted.
Seeing her lost in thought, Baron assumed she was nervous and turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"
“Eighteen, that’s not right…” Sang Zhitao frowned and murmured softly.
"What's wrong?" Baron asked again.
“The people are not right. According to what you said, if a fleet can only bring one small boat, there should be about thirty boats here, but there are only eighteen boats now.” Sang Zhitao rubbed her fingertips, only then realizing that there were no captains of the fleets she had gathered around.
“Those teams that aren’t ours.” Baron realized as well.
“There must be some rules we don’t know about,” Sang Zhitao said after thinking for a moment.
"What do we do now?" Baron frowned, looking worried.
"Adapt to the situation." Seeing that the boat was already in front of them, Sang Zhitao quickly whispered the instructions.
After the boat came to a stop, Sang Zhitao stood up, calmly looked around, and gave the people on the other boats a sweet and adorable smile.
With a youthful face that looks no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, and a pair of clear almond-shaped eyes, no one would doubt that she is an innocent girl.
Especially when they looked at Sang Zhitao's delicate, fair skin and her beautifully maintained black hair.
“He is a nobleman.”
This thought immediately entered everyone's mind.
Many of them relaxed slightly, and a hint of disdain appeared in their eyes.
But the powerful captains exchanged glances and reached a tacit understanding.
"May I ask which captain this newcomer is?" the middle-aged man who had just been standing with the man in red asked politely.
Seeing that he was only three or four ships away from her, yet closer to the center, Sang Zhitao had some guesses in her mind, but she did not forget to answer him: "Captain Sylph of the Anling".
"Anling...a good name," the middle-aged man politely complimented.
"May I ask your name, senior?" Sang Zhitao asked again with her innocent expression.
The middle-aged man paused for a moment before smiling and saying, "I am Bayer, the ship of the Victory Goddess."
The man then pointed to the man in red beside him: "Redhead Bill."
Sang Zhitao smiled at him before looking at the spot in the very center that resembled a spring.
There were many dark messengers dancing around the spring.
They were larger than the ones we had seen before, about six or seven centimeters taller, with longer limbs, more precise movements, and more elegant dance postures.
Sang Zhitao stared for a while before realizing that none of these Dark Messengers were slacking off; each one was dancing with utmost seriousness.
"York! York!" A man was calling anxiously to someone behind him from the small boat that was slowly sliding in.
People in the center turned to look at him.
Several of the men looked at the man with a knowing glint in their eyes, and one of the bearded men shouted, "Stop yelling, he can't get in."
"What?!" The man on the small boat looked at the bearded man in surprise.
The bearded man shook his head and sighed before saying, "His power is not recognized by the Dark Vortex; he is too weak to participate in the struggle."
The man on the small boat hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth, looked at the indifferent faces of the people around him, then looked back reluctantly, sighed, and sat back down on the boat in disappointment.
Sang Zhitao was extremely shocked. She could swear that she herself had never written such a rule in the original book.
The legendary figure who established the no-war rule imposed restrictions on the forces one could join...
These things, which far exceeded the content of the original work, made Sang Zhitao feel like she couldn't control herself.
Whether in the Elf World or the Machine Planet, although her intervention caused plot deviations, the general plot development did not deviate much, and she never felt out of control.
But this world is different. Sang Zhitao has an extremely strong feeling that the subsequent plot of this world will no longer be the same as what she remembers.
She glanced at Bill and Bayer not far away, her eyes shifting slightly.
Perhaps... she could start with these two people.
"If we hadn't made our move yesterday, would our ships have been unable to get in?" Baron looked at the other ships, put down his oar, and whispered in her ear.
Sang Zhitao nodded, still somewhat shaken. The regret she felt when she woke up that morning because of her bloodlust the night before quickly dissipated.
“Dong... Dong…” Just as Sang Zhitao was about to speak to Balen, she heard a series of drum-like sounds coming from the center.
She touched her chest and felt something was wrong, but before she could think about it, the drumbeats grew louder and louder, and for a moment she seemed to hear nothing but the drumbeats.
A flash before her eyes, and she felt her soul enter a void, where only warm white light filled the air.
She didn't know how much time had passed, or perhaps only a moment, but when she came to her senses, a huge seashell floated up from the spring in front of her.
This seashell is so beautiful that Sang Zhitao doesn't know how to describe it.
The shadowy messengers who danced by the spring climbed onto the seashells and continued their dance.
This time, however, the dance had sound; a series of songs with incomprehensible words but a divine quality entered her ears.
In a daze, the tiny figures no bigger than the palm of my hand transformed into tall, beautiful dancers, their robes fluttering as they danced in the ocean and the sky.
Until the seashell slowly opened during the dance, revealing a dazzling white light.
As the white light faded, countless treasures appeared before everyone's eyes, each one shrunken and locked in a bubble resembling a pearl.
One by one, like a pearl necklace, they floated outwards, drifting to everyone's side.
"Ah!" A scream shattered the group's immersion in the beautiful scenery.
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