The correct way to cultivate poros

Chapter 199 Flooding the Port
Senna hauled the last of the supplies onto the narrow planks while Lucian unhooked the cables and picked up the oars.

They toiled in silence, lost in their own thoughts, rowing the boat into the dark water.

The boat floated on the black water without even sailing.

The Shadow Isles are dead and silent, not only does the sun not shine through the black mist, but even the natural wind is also silent, so naturally there is no need to sail.Be careful if you feel the wind blowing.

The surface of the water seemed to be calm, but when thinking of the destination of this trip, a ripple of fear appeared in Lucian's heart, and the last experience was still vivid in his memory.

Last time he went to the island to find a way to lift the curse on Senna, and brought back some ancient books from the library.Senna has lived under the shadow of the lingering black mist since she was a child—some kind of unnatural light of life dyed her body, attracting the black mist with an incomprehensible force.

On the way back by boat, Lucian saw a little unusual light in the black mist on the sea surface.

A large ship broke through the black mist and came to the Shadow Island, where the living are not allowed to enter.

Even he, the Sentinel of Light who had purified countless undead creatures, did not dare to light a lamp so close to the island at will.

He wanted to go there and warn them, but the undead came faster than he did.

As soon as the big ship docked at the flooded port, the vengeful undead who tortured Senna in the lantern for many years appeared.

Lucian was lurking in the distance to observe the situation. He saw Thresh walk straight onto the deck. It didn't take long for the ship to light up with disgusting green lights and screams of fear.

The souls of a whole ship were harvested by Thresh into the lantern, and the few sailors who tried to escape were all pierced by Thresh with a sickle hook and dragged back.

Thresh rarely tortured these souls, but Lucian believed that the tragic deaths of these people had something to do with him.

It was he who destroyed Thresh's lantern, and the warden became so greedy, crazily absorbing souls to replenish his strength.

Lucian later went to the ship to confirm that everyone died, but only one person survived from the ship.

He seems to be the captain of the ship, with a prosthetic arm in his right arm, and he made some kind of deal with Thresh with the whole ship's hands, in exchange for Thresh's help...

Thresh talked to the man, and then led him to the depths of the island.

According to Lucian's understanding of him, Thresh must be planning some kind of conspiracy.

Sure enough, not long after that, the black mist changed drastically and began to gather in the heart of the island.

Lucian paddled absently, and glanced back at Senna. She was standing at the bow of the boat and looking ahead intently, searching for things in the fog.

"Do you have to go?"

Senna put her hands on the wooden crate where all their supplies were kept.Most of them were ancient books and manuscripts collected by Lucian, and she wanted to find a way to relieve her curse from them, but she no longer cared about those answers.

There is not much food left, and sooner or later we have to make this trip.

"The black mist is getting more and more active, and I can feel...intelligence in its desire. This is the mission of being a light sentinel. We must try to investigate Thresh's conspiracy." She said, that idea kept urging her Head to port.

"We've just settled down, and I want us to rest, even if it's short."

The sound of the chain being dragged is still echoing in Lucian's mind.

It is because I have lost it that I am afraid of losing it.

He's not the weak Paladin anymore, and he fears Thresh will snatch Senna away from him again.

"I know." Senna opened the kettle and handed it to Lucian to let him take a sip to relax. "I long to forget the horror of the black fog, long to look up at the night sky and see only stars. But if I do nothing, this wish will never come true."

With a heavy sigh, Lucian pushed the lid back on.

The boat avoided the dilapidated buildings above the water, and the appearance of these buildings represented that they had come to Hylia.

Senna's instinct was right, the sacrificed ship was gone, replaced by another ship.

The ship was larger than the previous one, with the Bilgewater emblem on its lifeless sails.

They saw a group of people disembarking from the boat. They threw supplies overboard and checked along the beach, leaving messy footprints.

Senna's green eyes stared at these people.

People came to Shadow Isle for nothing more than to bring back precious relics or discover lost civilizations. Senna didn't know why she had the idea of ​​going to the port.

She will save the lives of those endangered by the black mist, but not the treasure hunter who is blinded by desire and forgets what fear is.

There is a saying that you can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep.

This idea changed until Senna saw a girl in a blue dress, and she was fascinated by her small steps on the beach.

A sense of intimacy arises spontaneously, as if seeing family members who have been separated for many years.

"We should let them go back, the Shadow Isles are not for ordinary people," she said.

"These don't seem to be treasure hunters." Lucian frowned deeply, his eyes confused.

"You know them?"

"I just know some of them." Lucian said truthfully, he never kept it from Senna.

If he was not mistaken, the red-haired girl should be Miss Fortune who had a chance encounter with him in the last night of the soul eclipse, and beside her was a priest of Baru, who seemed to be repelled that night. The powerful angel of Soul Eclipse Night.

Such a background is not common...

"What are these people here for? Can you trust them?" Sena asked.

"I don't know either. It may be related to the previous ship. They have the ability to protect themselves. Let's observe for a while. There is nothing wrong with being cautious."

……

Gwen was wandering on the beach. In her memory, she had been lying on the beach for a long time, in a daze.

Here again now, she tried to recall certain details, but to no avail.

She looked at the sky, and the black mist above the island formed a huge vortex, converging somewhere like an hourglass hanging upside down.

Overwhelming, it seemed that it might be suppressed at any time, and the screams of the undead echoed faintly in the sky.

Suddenly, she felt a tugging feeling, as if the thread on her body was pulled by someone.

Gwen frowned and glanced towards the sea, all she saw was a thick fog as black as ink.

"Find anything, Gwen."

With a hand on her shoulder, Gwen shrugged, realizing that she was too preoccupied to know when Roy would come to her.

Gwen shook her head and stroked the mark on her neck: "It's just some ghosts in the fog, don't worry about it."

She turned to look at Roy, and saw that the part of her body that was in contact with the black mist had evaporated a misty mist—the black mist was sucking her vitality away bit by bit through her pores.

"Are you okay, Mr. Roy?"

Roy could also see the abnormalities on her skin, she shook her head: "It will be fine for a while. At this speed, it may take a whole day to feel it."

"Roy!"

As soon as the words fell, Roy heard someone calling her from behind.

Zell came quickly from the direction of the Beauty, followed by a few poros, bouncing around and leaving footprints on the sand.He also held a lamp in his hand, and the lantern emitted a golden light, forming a spherical shield around him to isolate the black mist.

He walked over and let the light cover the two of them, and Roy immediately felt a lazy warmth filling the surroundings.

"Hold this lantern, you are not Gwen, don't walk into the black mist alone."

Roy took the lantern, and the glowing liquid inside was as beautiful as molten gold.There is no open flame burning on the liquid surface, but there is a warm feeling of warming the fire when you hang your palm above it, which immediately expels the cold paralysis caused by the black mist sucking life force.

She asked curiously, "What is this?"

"The holy ointment given by Illaoi is a thing of Baru people. It processes the fat of sea beasts with secret methods. After being ignited, the light emitted can block the black mist and stop weak undead. Use it sparingly, and don't go to it frequently. Find someone to get it."

"Ah."

Zell pecked Roy on the forehead, which was a reward for her obedience.

After a week of being together day and night, Roy is more relaxed than before, and she won't be awkward when she holds hands and kisses in front of others.

But Zell would still break his hand if he dared to put his hand in her clothes, even if it was just trying to keep warm from cold hands.

Zell's exercise has also shown initial results, his arms are no longer limp, and his abdomen has some curves.

Roy now likes to pinch the soft flesh on the inside of his arm and draw his fingers along the line of his abdominal muscles.

Gwen has already seen the strangeness, seeing them getting closer, she also smiled from the bottom of her heart.

Good things always make people happy.

"Let's go back."

The three returned to the port, and Miss Fortune's staff had already unloaded all the things to be brought from the ship and placed them on the unloading area.

"What's in your mouth?"

Seeing Sarah sitting on a crate, looking up at a statue of a scholar with an open scroll and a cigarette dangling from her mouth, Zell accosted.

"Smoke rolled with dried Queen's grass, Graham said it can block the black fog, so I tried it." The words made her choke, Sarah coughed and bent down, and threw most of the remaining cigarettes away Into the sea: "Ahem, it's useless, it's just a bunch of superstitious horse dung, and it's still choking."

"Even though this is the Shadow Isles, Braum wants to say...it feels really good to be grounded."

After helping to unload the goods, Bron also came to the pier with a beard and other people behind him.

He looked around and saw that the wharf was full of ruins, the tall stone pillars were stepped into several pieces, and the gravel rolled down the steps into the sea.

A strange glow emerged from the depths of the ground, and many architectural ruins shrouded in this green light turned into pieces.

Neatly cut stones and building debris floating in the air inconceivably, seem to be bound in mid-air by some invisible force, constantly swinging up and down with the tide of energy.

The black sea water flooded the shore, submerging the large buildings, only a broken corner was exposed, like the arms of a drowning person trying to reach out of the water.

A sense of loss welled up, and besides being shocked by this grotesque scene, Braum also felt deeply regretful.

"Black mist, evil spirits... There used to be a great kingdom here, why did it become like this?"

(End of this chapter)