Chapter 406: Misty Sea
Today's weather at sea is rarely not sunny.
In such strange weather, everyone did not lock themselves in the cabin, but came to the deck.
Because in the vast ocean, sunny days are the norm.
For such strange weather, there is only one possibility, that is, they arrived at a certain area and encountered special phenomena that may occur in that area.
The main reason was that this time, several Vastwa people came to their ship.
"Is this the sky outside?" Raphael, who came out for the first time, was extremely curious about everything in this world.
If Jason hadn't stopped him, Rafael would have almost fallen into the sea.
The breeze here, the ocean here, the sky here, even the sun, even the white clouds floating in the sky.
They all made her feel extremely familiar. These were things that used to only exist in books and history, but now they have changed from illusions in books to reality that can be seen with her own eyes.
It's like fantasy shining into reality.
Not to mention that Raphael is the only remaining historian of the Vastva people.
Alka and the others gained much of their knowledge through Raphael's help, and they also relied on her to answer some of the questions they didn't understand.
At this time, a light mist was spreading over the ocean.
This is rare weather for the vast ocean.
"So this is fog?" Raphael asked.
After all, there is no such thing in space, there is only eternal silence.
Xia Daiti next to him nodded.
“How is this fog formed?”
“This is a phenomenon caused by water elements floating apart and gathering together, mixed with some gaseous elements.
It could also be strange weather caused by the chaos in the surrounding environment, perhaps caused by magic.”
Lucelia said as she sat on Alka's shoulder.
After hearing this explanation, Rafael nodded in understanding, while Alka rubbed his brows and looked up at the sky.
Although it is completely different from what he knew in the world before, this is the truth of this world.
"What is that?" Raphael suddenly pointed to a black dot that suddenly appeared in the fog in the distance.
Such a black spot appeared on the vast ocean, it was so conspicuous that Raphael, who had been observing the sea surface, saw it in an instant.
Seeing the black spot, everyone looked over there immediately.
"An island?"
"Is that an island? What does an island look like?" Raphael asked with great curiosity.
Because of the fog, I could only see black spots and nothing else.
And during the past few months at sea, they have not approached the island.
You should know that when Raphael and the others came out through the diaphragm clothing, Alka and the others had already set sail and left Southern Cross Island.
"It's a rare opportunity to come across a drifting island, so let's go up and take a look." Alka thought for a moment and said.
They need supplies anyway, so it's a good opportunity to see if there are any supplies available this morning and collect them.
Generally speaking, due to the time constraints on a drifting island, there should be a lot of wild animals and plants.
Even if there are none, you can collect the plants above and bring them into the space, and let the Waswa people make them into nutrient solution for emergency use.
No one had any objection.
After all, to be honest, they had been sailing for several months and rarely saw islands.
Everyone wants to go up and relax.
This is what they do most of the time when they encounter a deserted island.
Alka patted the mast.
The Voice of Dawn understood what Alka meant and began to turn the boat around and sail towards the direction of the black spot.
As the ship moves towards the island.
The fog around them gradually became thicker, and the thicker and thicker fog allowed them to clearly see the outline of the island.
Such a phenomenon is obviously not normal.
Feeling the fog growing thicker around him and the island becoming clearer ahead, Alka reached out and shook his hand.
The misty white fog has enveloped the ships.
"Oh, it looks like I won the prize," Alka couldn't help but say.
It was obvious that this time they would not encounter a deserted island, but an island with strange powers.
Such islands are not common, but after all, it is a drifting island, so someone will always encounter it.
I just don't know how dangerous the island is.
Thinking of this, Alka couldn't help but raise his head and glance in Jason's direction.
At this moment, Jason was very sensitive to any gaze.
"Why are you looking at me? This is not what I said before. You can't blame me for this." He quickly distanced himself from the matter.
"I didn't say I blamed you."
"Hehe, that's better."
"Do we want to go to the island?" Xia Dai asked.
Raphael beside him seemed to have noticed something was wrong and said, "Why don't we leave? You can call me out next time when there is an island."
Alka shook his head and smiled, "Why leave? Isn't this the guidance of the sea?"
Hearing this, Porro, who was standing next to him, walked over, gave a thumbs up and smiled brightly.
"Well said, my brother."
Such legends will always be circulated on the sea.
When sailing on the sea, every drifting island you encounter is something you are bound to encounter, a gift from fate.
Accept the gift rather than resist it.
The drifting island, which is obviously not a deserted island, is a meeting of destiny.
This is a theory that Alka and his friends have known for a long time, and most people sailing on the vast ocean believe in this rule.
Although this is just an excuse for people to comfort themselves, allowing themselves to comfort themselves and survive in the loneliness and danger of the sea.
Even if the dangers posed by the island ahead could cause them to die here.
This was the first time that Alka and his friends encountered a drifting island with strange phenomena.
How could I just leave like this?
You have to know that the drifting islands they have encountered before are either deserted islands or islands with some wild beasts, and that's usually the case.
Raphael looked at Alka and saw the excitement on the others' faces.
Obviously, this didn't seem to be what she thought.
It seems that she needs to understand the outside world better.
The Sound of Dawn continued to sail into the thick fog until visibility on the entire ship became extremely low.
Urulius, who had flown out, flew back and stood on the deck.
“I can’t see it anymore. This thick fog is mixed with magical elements, which almost blocks all normal vision.
Even with special vision it is difficult to penetrate, they are too thick."
Hearing this, Alka was unusually decisive: "Raise the protective shield and turn the detection wave to maximum!"
As the words fell, a melodious song was heard. A pale white translucent protective cover expanded from the top mast and then enveloped the entire ship.
The detection ripples began to spread outward from the bottom of the ship. Since the Dawn Sound had already merged with the trees on the ship, it had become a living ship with life.
So she even had the ability to learn.
The detection ripples were silver and penetrated toward the bottom of the water. This was a spell passed down from Xia Daiti.
Soon, the clear outline of the island disappeared.
Completely covered by thick fog, they were lost in it.
"Can you still tell the direction? Has the direction changed?" In this situation, Alka immediately turned to Urulius and asked.
Urulius shook his head and said, "The direction without the target is still in this direction. The fog has not changed our understanding of the surrounding direction."
"That's good."
The increasingly thick fog made their visibility so low that they could only see the surrounding environment within a few meters.
One after another, fiery red light balls appeared on the ship.
Xiadaiti controlled these light balls and spread them around the ship.
Soon, the blazing light slightly dispelled the fog and brightened the surrounding visibility, at least allowing Alka and the others to see the situation on the ship through the thick fog.
"Without visibility, we can only rely on perception. Everyone, cheer up." Alka said to them.
Suddenly there was a sound of wooden boards colliding.
Alka immediately came to the side of the boat and looked in the direction where the sound of the collision came from.
Then a wooden object hit the boat over the edge.
This wooden object is only about two meters long and half a meter wide.
Through the thick fog, Alka could only see a faint outline and had no idea what the thing was.
Just like the debris floating on the sea.
But the debris floating in a place like this could be hiding something.
A melodious voice came, this was the words of the voice of dawn.
There is no life in it.
"Bring it up."
As Alka finished speaking, a vine stretched out and curled around the object, dragging it onto the deck.
As the sea water above continued to sink, everyone was finally able to see what this thing was.
This is a wooden box.
It has been severely corroded by sea water, but there are no major problems with the overall structure and the wrapping is still intact.
However, there seemed to be some words and patterns carved on the wooden board, but they are now blurred.
"This thing ...why does it feel a bit like a coffin?" Jason said as he looked at its appearance.
Long in shape and narrow in width, isn’t this a coffin?
To be honest, they are exactly the same, but they seem to be made in a simpler way.
Alka waved gently.
The magic force pushed the lid open: "It seems that this is not a feeling, this is a coffin."
There was a completely weathered and dried skeleton in the coffin, but there seemed to be something carved on the back of the coffin lid.
The coffin also contained clothes that had once been completely torn and rotten, as well as blackened metal burial objects.
"Cut it!"
There was a crackling sound of bones colliding.
In full view of everyone, the corpse actually crawled out of the coffin.
"This...is this the skeleton creature mentioned in the book?" Raphael asked, trembling but maintaining his curiosity.
She had only seen these in books.
Simon beside him nodded.
Some kind of dark green smoke emanated from the skeleton, making it even more evil. But in Alka's eyes, the strength of the skeleton had not changed much and was still a little fragile, probably only at the second stage.
"I didn't expect it to be an undead." Alka said, and a golden arrow of light condensed in his hand and shot out directly.
The arrow of light directly penetrated the skull of the undead. The undead, who had just crawled out of the coffin, stood there in a daze, and the whole thing collapsed into a pile of bones.
A very weak skeleton, and indeed an undead creature, extremely suppressed by Holy Light.
"There are actually undead ghosts. It seems that this sea area surrounded by fog is not peaceful." Jason said while looking at the undead ghosts.
Julia shook her head instead: "No, although there are certain undead elements in the surrounding air, they are very rare, not enough to turn a corpse into an undead creature."
This statement obviously does not match the reality.
Alka came to the pile of bones and his eyes saw something different.
He moved the bones and took out a bone.
In his eyes, this was a little different from bones, and it seemed to contain information.
I reached out and gently touched it, probably the thigh bone.
Blurry light and shadow appeared in his mind like an illusion.
He saw a middle-aged man, who seemed to be a bricklayer, who was building something on the construction site. It seemed to be a temple.
Because he saw workers carving a huge statue.
Then the picture became blurry and fragmented until it became a scene filled with war.
A huge object fell from the sky.
It seemed like a broken building, or the bow of a ship, smashed straight into the temple.
The huge temple statues that had been built were smashed to pieces by such an object, and the entire temple disappeared in an instant.
The surrounding residential buildings were also severely affected.
Some people wearing religious attire are gathering.
Some of the men in disarray appear to be attacking.
The war spread to the middle-aged man's city.
Screams, cheers, war cries.
A sharp blade stretched out from the alley, and the middle-aged man who was fleeing with his family suddenly felt his vision go dark.
Apparently, this was his death.
The phantom dissipated.
Alka looked at the bone in his hand. The remaining aura on it had become very dim.
He carefully observed the pile of bones in front of him.
The skeleton's left ring finger was missing a section, and the middle-aged man in the illusion was also missing a section. It was obvious that this was the same person.
He saw visions and memories left on corpses.
Normal undead don't have such things.
It seems to have been affected by the war.
However, if the blackened damaged area before his eyes was the end of his life, then he should obviously have been gorged in the wilderness instead of being placed in a coffin.
"Do you feel anything?" Xia Daiti asked Alka, looking at Alka. Alka's current behavior was obviously abnormal.
Alka nodded: "I saw some fragments of the ghost's memories before his death. There are very few, only a few of them are relatively clear."
These words made everyone a little confused, and they didn't know what to say for a moment.
How come I can suddenly see this kind of thing?
"Maybe it's a little bit of talent."
As Alka spoke, he began to check the coffin and the burial objects or the man's body to find something different.
What was the reason for the vision just now? Was it because this undead soul was special? Or was this undead soul special when it was alive?
But judging from what I just remembered, this is obviously unlikely.
Alka didn't quite understand it either, so he could only study and explore carefully, trying to find the secret.
Suddenly he saw a different holy emblem on the back of the coffin lid.
It was an emblem of a tombstone pierced by a sickle.
But Alka had never seen such an emblem before, and I was sure that I had not seen it anywhere else.
This seems to have a different meaning.
"Do you know her? Lucelia?" Alka decided to ask the knowledgeable Lucelia.
However, Lucilia shook her head and said, "No, I have never seen such an icon, and I have hardly ever seen anything similar."
"But tombstones are often seen in graves."
"This... this emblem seems to be the emblem of the tomb maker." Raphael looked at the pattern and said vaguely.
"Gravelayer?" Everyone turned to look at her.
They had never heard of this door number before, but Raphael actually knew it, combined with his historical knowledge.
Obviously, then, this man or god named the Undertaker and his emblem must have appeared in the Golden Age.
"The tomb bearer, the god who guards the souls, the one who sends the dead back to the original state, the sickle that leads to the afterlife.
These are all records from the past history, and these are the titles of this deity known as the Tomb Raider.
Basically, most coffins will be used as the coffin of the buried person after death unless there is a specific belief.
People believe that such a coffin will allow the bones and souls stored inside to travel smoothly to the afterlife.
Hearing this, everyone nodded with great interest.
This kind of information can only be heard from people like Raphael.
After all, this is information from the golden age tens of thousands of years ago.
As he spoke, Xia Daiti seemed to sense something and looked towards the fog in the distance.
Green light flickered in the thick fog.
Everyone also saw the green light.
Suddenly, Xia Daiti clearly felt something widening his eyes.
"There's an enemy ship!"
