Chapter 166: Strange Island

Hua Chi-Hua Chi-

The 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 the thick fog surrounding the ship.

A strong wind blew up the traveler's cloak on Avis, making its brown hem flutter in the air.

After about half a month of sailing, this strange black three-garden sailboat finally arrived at its destination.

Although traveling with Claire, the journey seemed calm.

The only change was the captain of this black ship.

Before, the old sailor with greasy wrinkles always had a weird sneer on his face.

But as the journey continued, his smile gradually disappeared.

In fact, Avis didn't know how far they had traveled.

When they sailed into the depths of the foggy sea, a strange foggy weather enveloped the ship.

The dark blue deep sea lurks with surging undercurrents, the magnetic field has undergone strange and chaotic deflections, and the sky is gray and covered by thick fog.

This is exactly what the sailors and crew members fear most about the foggy sea. Once an ordinary ship strays into the death fog deep in the foggy sea, it is almost equivalent to being sentenced to death.

No skills to distinguish the direction can be effective, and random wandering will be taken to deeper waters by strange ocean currents.

Moreover, this fog will obscure the connection between general communication magic and magic items.

Except for some special strange objects that can guide the direction, nothing can save them.

These days, Avis can only judge the time by the brightness of the fog and his magic pocket watch.

Today, this long voyage is finally coming to an end.

Taking a deep breath of the salty and cool sea breeze, Avis stood in front of the deck, looking at the island with others, observing the final destination of this trip.

Behind the dissipated fog, a vast land that was almost like a continent gradually enlarged and zoomed in front of everyone, completely filling the scenery in sight.

As Evan said, the area of ​​this nameless island is much larger than an ordinary island.

Anvis could see the island's light white sand beach and several lonely coconut trees, as well as the port town that looked quite large.

Behind the town was a desolate wilderness, where some islanders drove their livestock and moved slowly under the gloomy sky shrouded in mist.

Further away, lush jungles converged into a green ocean, like insurmountable distant mountains rolling up and down. A lonely huge castle loomed on one side of the mountains.

Gradually, the huge black paddle boat sailed into the port of the island. There were several huge docks built with wooden boards and gray granite, with obvious signs of weathering.

At present, all the docks were empty, and there was no trace of the ships that should have stayed there.

The black ship anchored at one of the docks. After the ship stopped, Avis took Jom and others to get off the ship.

It was a little strange that after all the outsiders got off the ship, the black ship did not replenish any supplies on the island, but sailed away from the port again without stopping, and no one knew where it was heading.

Looking at the black sailing ship in the distance, 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 a strange pipe in their hands sat on a pile of barrels and packages piled up at the door of the warehouse.

With the strange eyes of residents in remote areas, mixed with vigilance and curiosity, they looked at these travelers from afar.

At this time, Avis noticed from a distance that the thin brown-haired young man pretending to be Claire was suddenly stopped by a homeless man who was leaning against the corner of the dock warehouse at the exit of the dock.

In the corner of his eyes, Claire seemed to have said a few words to the homeless man, and then the girl left on her own, while the homeless man continued to lean against the wall.

After thinking for a while, when Claire walked away, Avis and Jom also walked over.

Just as he approached the homeless man, a pungent smell of sourness and rancidity came towards him like a wall, which made Avis stop in his tracks.

Noticing the footsteps beside him, the homeless man raised his head with some vigilance, and looked at the two figures wearing traveler cloaks approaching through his curly brown hair and beard.

"Hello, I'm Hill."

After putting an invisible protective force field on his face, Avis smiled and greeted him.

"Can I ask you some questions?"

"Sorry, it's not convenient."

His eyes flickered, and the homeless man muttered in a low voice, and hurriedly got up and prepared to leave.

"Don't be so quick to refuse. Do you want to think about it again?"

Avis smiled, and the hand hidden under the cloak made a spell gesture, and a weak spell wave spread.

[Charm Humans]

An invisible spell aura flashed on 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 kind. The words that were originally impatient to refuse were actually a little hard to say at this moment.

He trembled his lips, and after a very fast glance around, he spoke in a low voice, and the tone seemed a little vague and hoarse.

"Strangers, you shouldn't come here--"

Hearing this somewhat incoherent sentence, Avis was slightly stunned.

"Why do you say that?"

Looking at the turbid brown eyes of the tramp with some doubt, he asked back.

"You shouldn't come here, to this land cursed by the gods--"

The tramp did not explain, staring at Avis' eyes, and a trace of unspeakable fear suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The speed of speaking suddenly accelerated, becoming extremely rapid and vague, like a fish that suddenly broke out of 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 the conversation, the tramp suddenly laughed strangely, and then went back to the corner where he had just leaned against and sat down.

No matter how Avis asked, he stopped talking, just looked at Avis with a slightly confused look, maintaining a strange silence.

"Don't pay attention to what that guy says. His mind has been eroded by the curse power in the wilderness."

The voice suddenly sounded from behind. Avis turned his head and saw a strong sailor holding a strange pipe and wearing a red sailor's headscarf.

That was one of the two sailors who had just sat at the door of the warehouse.

At this time, he left his companions and stretched out his right hand to Avis with a hearty smile unique to sailors.

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