“The fjord has countless islands, and no one has ever been to the border of these islands,” said a tall, rough-looking man.I don't know how weird they can be in the end."

“Have you not even arrived?”Tiley asked curiously, "They say that you are the most outstanding explorer in the fjord, and few people besides you dare to cross the island of Scorch and continue east."

"Haha," he laughed heartily, "this is all amplified praise, in fact, every year there are brave fjords to open up to the east, but it is difficult to find anything new."Violent hurricanes and sudden fog will make it difficult for ships.”

He was the thunder, the ash thought, the first explorer to discover the Shadow Islands, but since losing his whereabouts in a shipwreck two years ago, many people thought he was unlucky to die, did not expect him to appear on the sleeping island, and made an agreement with the five princesses - he opened a new route for the sleeping island, drew a sea chart and looked for more new relics, and Tilie sent a witch to assist him in his expedition.As for the two years of her disappearance, she did not listen to the other side, and Tiley did not talk about it, but she always felt that Her Highness knew the inside, otherwise the two would not have such a tacit understanding.This makes the ashes a little uncomfortable.

“Like the hurricane of yesterday?”

"Yes, come in the blink of an eye, fleeting," thunder shook his pipe, threw the ashes into the sea, and refilled them into some blade of grass to light, "If there had not been the magic witch--"

“Her name is Molly,” Ashkenazi reminded.

"Ah, yes, look at my memory," said the Thunder, smiling at the back of his head, "if not Molly, I'm afraid the ship will be turned upside down."Her abilities are simply fantastic, and I often think that perhaps witches are the most suitable explorers."

"There's already been it," said Tily, smiling slightly, "...the witch who inherited the name of the most brilliant explorer."

"Well," said the Thunder, taking a deep breath of his pipe and spit out a long list of smoke, "I hope so."

Here again, ash frowned, and the two of them did not understand what they were saying.She simply left the bow and went to the stern to calm down.Her Royal Highness the Fifth Queen seems to be very urgent to explore the ruins, and after cleaning the fjord church, he immediately began to prepare for the sea.And to her surprise, her Highness asked to go in person, how to dissuade herself is useless.

Molly was sitting in the stern, holding the fishing rod in the magic hand, and learning to fish with the sailors.Although the sailors were still somewhat resistant to the witch when they boarded the ship, there had been a sea change in attitude since the hurricane of yesterday—the magic servant summoned by Molly swelled rapidly, wrapping the middle part of the sailboat into its body, and neither the wind nor the rainstorm could enter it.Although the ship is up and down in waves after wave, the hull has remained stable.Today, every sailor regards witches as the god of luck, and even says that they will not dare to go to sea without the presence of witches.

“Sister Ash, look at the big fish I caught!”Molly pointed to the bucket behind him, which lay a scaly sea fish with sharp and sharp mouths, which was very different from the river fish seen in the gray castle.

“What is this?”

"The swordfish likes to go with the boat, and sometimes its sharp mouth will break the top of the boat," replied the sailor, "but it is very delicious to eat, especially the meat in the abdomen, and it is like melting ice in the mouth," he said, "and everyone can enjoy the delicious live-cooked swordfish at night."

“I think I’ve got another fish!”Molly was surprised.

There was a dark shadow under the green water, and as the movement of the magic servant lever grew larger and larger, it soon surfaced.

"This . . . this is it," said the sailor, "no, throw away the rod!"

The voice did not fall, a strange-shaped creature has jumped out of the water, opened its mouth and bit directly to Molly.

Seeing it was about to swallow the whole target, but the ash was faster than it was, and she picked up the little girl in her left hand, waved a huge sword in her right hand, and directly shot it on the head of the assailing.

The monster let out a painful hissing, was smashed from the air, and the six feet were quickly pawning, trying to escape back into the water, but the ash did not give it this opportunity.She put down Molly, holding her sword down and pinned the monster directly to the deck.

It twitched for a moment, spit out a string of white bubbles in its mouth, and soon stopped moving.

“What is this?”At this moment the ashes had a chance to look carefully at the monster in front of him—some fish-like, with crab-like short feet, its mouth open in a round shape, almost as big as the body, and full of dense teeth.The most disgusting thing is that it also has a pair of furry arms on both sides of its mouth, and the end is divided into five fingers, which looks like a human hand.

“A mutant sea ghost!”The sailors patted their chests in an unrelenting way, "they often masquerading as fish, biting the fisherman into the water, and hearing that only the sea ghosts who have eaten people will grow their hands!"

“The next sentence is just a lie,” someone behind him said.The ash turned back and found that both Thunder and Tilly had come.

“The Captain!”The sailor spat out his tongue and gave up the position at once.

"The more sensational the rumour, the more inaccurate it is," said the Thunder, stepping up to the monster, "in fact, it has a name you'll probably be more familiar with."

“What?”Ash asked.

“The beast.”He said a word.

“Lord Thunder, it’s foggy!”Then suddenly the watchman shouted.

“Everyone is in spirit!”The thunder loudly ordered, "Sail down, we are sailing into the shadow of the sea!"

The ash noticed that the clear sky had just been suddenly gloomy, and the turquoise sea had turned to ink green, as if there was a burst of ink under the water.Soon, the hull was surrounded by a thick fog, and she stood in the stern and could not even see the figure of the ship's head.

“What happened?”Tilly couldn’t help but grab the Ashes’ arm.

“To prove that we are not going in the wrong direction,” the thunder smiled, “when the Shadow Islands emerge from the sea, the sea will rise with a thick water mist.”Of course, the correct statement should be that the sea water is retreating, the amplitude is about ten years, a huge decline will produce a lot of water vapor, plus reefs everywhere, so a little careless will hit the reef and sink.I need your witch to help the ship not to be wrecked."

A line of men came to the bow, as in the case of the storm, Molly let the magic servant wrap the bow, try to swell up, and a part of the body sank into the water, so that even if there were a reef, the bow would be felt by the servant first.

“What would you do if there were no witches?”Ash asked.

"Then it can only rely on patience and luck," sighed Thunder, "the fleet will send a small boat to explore the road in front, confirm the smooth flow of the big ship and then follow."But the sea surface of this area is not calm, just like the evil beast you saw before, the closer you are to the Shadow Islands, the more the number.Mist, rocks, monsters... that's why so many explorers go here, but few people can find the entrance to the ruins."

After sailing for about an hour, the fog gradually subsided, and the ash saw more and more islands around him, but there were few plants on it, all of them were green moss or algae, and many crustaceans were climbing.“Are these islands sinking in the water?”

"Yes, it's like a sleeping island, but the interval between the high tide and the current is much faster, about half a month."The thunder replied, "And the rise and fall are extremely fast, almost like a huge hole in the ground, which is eating the surrounding sea water like crazy."I even guessed that the sea level change in the entire fjord was related to this.If we are lucky, we can also see the process of the main island jumping out of the sea.”(Unfinished.)