The bell rings after four hundred years!

Cricket and his father stood in the midst of the Shandia village, both gazing up at the statue standing there.

"This is the great warrior, Kalgara, the friend of Noland," said Cricket.

As they were gazing at the statue of Kalgara, the Shandia chieftain approached with a large group of people, walking briskly towards them.

When the group reached them, Cricket opened his mouth to ask something, but the other side acted first.

The middle-aged man with feathers on his head, towering in stature, suddenly knelt down, followed by a group of Shandia warriors behind him, all kneeling down.

A hoarse voice cut through the air.

"I'm sorry, we Shandia people have failed to fulfill our ancestors' promise!!"

"For four hundred years, we have failed our old friend!"

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he stared directly at the two standing beneath the statue of the great warrior Kalgara.

What kept them going, able to spend four hundred years, generation after generation pursuing, one after another passing away, just to prove a truth, just to confirm the true existence of their Shandia people!

Facing the sudden turn of events, Cricket and his father were stunned, but they quickly reacted and rushed forward to help the Shandia chieftain to his feet.

....

"Upper yard comes from Vearth?"

"We are also Vearth people?"

Batulu, Lorna, and others were extremely shocked, unable to imagine such a fact.

Since their birth, they had lived in the White Sea, and everything they saw and experienced was from the White Sea.

What Vearth looked like, what kind of environment it was, they had no idea.

For them, because of the long-standing war with the islanders, much of their history had been lost.

Even the current chieftain was not very clear about the history of hundreds of years ago, relying more on the oral traditions of their ancestors.

It must be said that the sudden words of the chieftain surprised the new generation of Shandia people, and also aroused a strong interest in the unheard-of Vearth.

The vast ocean enveloped the planet, the towering red landmasses and the great navigation routes divided the world, and the millions of islands were scattered across the sea, with their homeland of Upper yard being just one part of one of those islands.

"Next, as the chief of Shandia, I command you, all of you, whether warriors of Shandia or men, women, and children, to pick up your weapons. We are going to Shandora to fulfill our ancestors' promise!"

With the chief's loud shout, everyone in the Shandia tribe quickly sprang into action. It could be said that in the war with the native islanders, the Shandia people had become an army of the whole nation, and as long as men, women, and children could still stand up and wield weapons, they could fight.

"Lord Nicholas, what's happening to these people?"

Cricket plucked up the courage to approach Nicholas and whispered, still not understanding the situation.

"They are going to climb to the top of the highest vine in Shandora to fulfill the promise with your ancestor, Noland."

Hearing Nicholas's words, Cricket looked up at the huge vine in the distance. The green vine pierced through the clouds, extending straight into the sky, with no end in sight.

When the Shandia people set foot on their homeland again, many elderly people were moved to tears, and some even knelt down to kiss the soil beneath their feet. The chieftain and the warriors, who had been tense all along, did not see the Island God and his guards until they ventured deep into Upper yard's interior.

When they saw the ancient vine and the legendary golden city of Shandora before them, many people's eyes revealed determination.

At the center of a group of golden buildings, the huge vine, entangled with branches and leaves, stretched straight up into the sky, its end unseen.

"We're here!"

The chieftain muttered with a smile.

"Climb up the vine."

Half an hour later, everyone reached the top of the vine.

At this moment, the golden bell was quietly waiting there, shining brightly under the sunlight, warm and gentle.

Tears welled up in the eyes of both the Shandia people and Cricket and his father.

"Ring the golden bell, ring the hope of Shandia, and tell our old friend!"

Taking a deep breath, the chieftain shouted loudly.

"We Shandia people have not forgotten our promise!!"

"Dang!"

With each strike, the heavy and loud sound of the bell rang out.

In just a moment, the sound waves swept through the entire Upper yard, penetrating through and spreading far away.

"Dang!"

In the town of Mock in Jaya Island, the noisy bar in the town was suddenly interrupted, and the arguing pirates stopped their actions, their ears buzzing, listening to the sudden sound coming from the sky.

On the street, many pedestrians also stopped their footsteps, and then curiously looked towards the sky where the sound of the bell came from.

"Hey hey, did you hear that?"

"Bell! It's a bell!"

"Of course, I know it's a bell. The question is where did the bell come from?"

Just as everyone was stunned by the sudden sound of the bell, someone suddenly couldn't help but mutter, "Could this be the bell of Shandora that those two fools by the sea talked about?"

Hearing this, many people turned their gaze to the speaker.

It could be said that almost everyone in the town of Mock knew about the father and son by the sea. Initially, everyone thought that what the father and son said was a lie, just like Noland, four hundred years ago.

But with the ringing of the bell echoing through the sky, it seemed that even the impression of Noland, the great liar king of four hundred years, was gradually being washed away.

...

Sabaody.

In the base stationed under the red landmass, two young officers were talking.

"Bemonte, I'm almost certain that you will be promoted to commander this time."

One of them sighed with a smile, smacking his lips a couple of times. Then he spoke again.

"How long has it been? Has it been about a year since you arrived at this base? Your future is limitless, and with Lord Zephyr's patronage, at this rate, you might become a captain in the headquarters before you turn thirty."

Hearing the colleague's words, Bemonte waved his hand modestly, but the joy in his heart could not be concealed.

"Why are you saying this? The appointment from above hasn't come yet. Before the appointment is made, everything is just empty talk. Who knows, we might just spend our lives here. Besides, if we're assigned to the combat department in the headquarters, that's a different story, it could cost lives."

"Sigh, indeed, just this year alone, the headquarters has lost more than thirty lieutenants and lieutenant commanders."

As the two were chatting, bubbles suddenly began to appear on the sea surface of the harbor, followed by a broken and battered warship emerging directly from the seabed.

Looking at the wreckage of the warship, both of them were stunned for a moment, then the piercing alarm rang throughout the base.