Chapter 166 Weird Island
Huachi——Huachi——
The azure blue waves kept hitting the hull, and then broke into white foam in vain.
The long-lost refreshing sea breeze blew from the front of the ship, blowing away all the thick fog surrounding the ship.
A strong wind blew up the traveler's cloak on Anvis, causing its brown hem to flutter in the air.
After about half a month's voyage, this strange black Sanzhi sailboat finally arrived at its destination.
Although I was traveling with Claire, the journey seemed to be uneventful.
The only thing that changed was the captain of this black ship.
Before this, the old sailor, whose face was covered with greasy wrinkles, always had a strange sneer on his face.
But as the journey continued, his smile faded.
In fact, Avis didn't know how far they had traveled.
As they sailed deeper into the Sea of Misty Clouds, a strange foggy weather enveloped the ship.
The dark blue deep sea was lurking with surging undercurrents, the magnetic field had undergone strange and chaotic deflections, and the sky was gray and covered by thick fog.
This is exactly what sailors and crew members fear most about the Misty Sea. If an ordinary ship mistakenly enters the death fog deep in the Misty Sea, it is almost equivalent to being sentenced to death.
No skills for distinguishing directions will be effective, and if you wander around randomly, you will be carried to deeper waters by the strange ocean currents.
Furthermore, this fog will obscure normal communication magic and connections to magical items.
Nothing can save them except some special objects that can guide the direction.
During these days, Avis could only judge the time by the brightness of the fog and his magic pocket watch.
Today, this long journey is finally coming to an end.
Taking a deep breath of the cool salty sea breeze, Avis stood at the front of the deck, looking at the island with the others, observing the final destination of this trip.
Behind the dispersing fog, a vast land that was almost as big as a continent gradually enlarged and approached in front of everyone, completely filling the scenery within their sight.
Just as Evan said, the area of this unnamed island is much larger than an ordinary island.
Anvis could see the island's shallow white sand beach, a few lonely coconut trees, and the port town that looked quite large.
Behind the town was a desolate wilderness where some islanders were driving their livestock, moving slowly under a gloomy sky shrouded in mist.
In the distance, the lush jungle converged into a green ocean, like insurmountable mountains rolling in and out. A huge lonely castle loomed on one side of the mountains.
Gradually, the huge black paddle boat entered the port of the island, where there were several huge piers built with wooden boards and gray granite, with obvious signs of weathering.
Currently, all the docks are empty and there is no sign of the ships that are supposed to be docked there.
The black ship was anchored at one of the docks. After the ship stopped, Anvis took Joem and others off the ship.
What was somewhat strange was that after all the outsiders had disembarked, the black ship did not replenish any supplies on the island, but instead set sail again without stopping, and no one knew where it was heading.
Looking at the black sailboat going away, Avis slowly walked down the wooden dock.
There is a special shipping warehouse at the entrance of each dock, but it looks as old as the dock.
Two sailors, wearing seaman's turbans and smoking strange pipes, sat on a pile of barrels and packages at the door of the warehouse.
They looked at these travelers from afar with the strange eyes unique to residents of remote areas, a mixture of vigilance and curiosity.
At this moment, Avis noticed from the corner of his eye that the thin brown-haired young man disguised as Claire was suddenly stopped by a slovenly homeless man leaning against the wall of the dock warehouse at the dock exit.
In her peripheral vision, Claire seemed to say a few words to the homeless man, and then the girl left on her own, while the homeless man continued to lean against the corner.
After thinking for a while, Avis and Joem walked over after Claire walked away.
Just as he approached the homeless man, a pungent smell of sourness and rancidity came towards him like a wall, making Avis stop in his tracks.
Noticing the footsteps beside him, the tramp raised his head with some caution, and through his curly brown hair and beard, he looked at the two figures wearing traveler's cloaks approaching.
"Hello, I'm Hill."
After putting an invisible protective force field on his face, Avis greeted him with a smile.
"Can I ask you some questions?"
"Sorry, that's inconvenient."
His eyes flickered, the tramp muttered something, and hurriedly stood up to leave.
"Don't be so quick to refuse. Would you like to think about it again?"
Avis smiled, and with his hand hidden under his cloak he made a spell-casting gesture, and faint spell fluctuations spread.
【Charming Humans】
An invisible magical light flashed across the homeless man.
The homeless man who had just stood up was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that the face of the man in front of him became handsome and friendly. The words that he had originally rejected impatiently were now somewhat difficult to say.
He pursed his lips, glanced around very quickly, and then spoke in a low voice, his tone sounding a little vague and hoarse.
"Strangers, you shouldn't come here--"
Avis was slightly stunned when he heard this somewhat incoherent sentence.
"Why do you say that?"
He asked back, looking at the homeless man's cloudy brown eyes with some doubt.
"You shouldn't have come here, to this land cursed by the gods—"
The tramp did not explain, but stared into Avis' eyes, and a hint of unspeakable fear suddenly appeared in his eyes.
The speed of his speech suddenly increased, becoming extremely rapid and unclear, like a fish that suddenly escaped from the water and opened its mouth in vain to gasp for air.
"This land... this land, Lavanlais! Outsiders are not welcome!"
"But what's the point of saying this now?"
“Hehe, hehehe…”
At the end of his speech, the tramp suddenly let out a strange laugh, and then went back to the corner where he had just leaned against and sat down.
No matter how Avis asked, he stopped talking. He just looked at Avis with a slightly confused look and maintained a strange silence.
"Don't pay attention to what that guy says. His mind has been eroded by the curse power of the wilderness."
A voice suddenly sounded from behind. Avis turned around and saw a sturdy sailor holding a strange pipe and wearing a red sailor's turban.
That was one of the two sailors who had just sat at the door of the warehouse.
At this time, he left his companions, with a seaman's unique hearty smile, and stretched out his right hand to Avis.
Cuckoo
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