Witcher's Wanderings (II)

The gloomy sky, the endless expanse of the sea, the undulating waters, the distant and near sound of the waves churning in the ears intertwined.

The gusty winds, unobstructed by obstacles, howled to their fullest, rolling up gray waves and dragging out continuous sparkling waves with an oceanic scent.

The water around his feet was so deep that it was like a bottomless abyss.

Schools of whales leaping in the distance, lightning splintering down at the end of the line of sight, and a dozen shadows skimming across the darkened trench under a dimly lit canopy.

Standing on the reef, Witcher watched indifferently, kicking the bloody corpse of the monster next to him down.

"Pfft~"

The gray wave rolled gently, accepting the offering without fuss.

A dozen wet heads then surfaced from the sea.

Those completely black eyes were filled with hatred.

It was a family of sirens that seemed to be quite affectionate as they sang songs of remembrance for their fallen companions.

The ensemble of more than ten melodious and mournful songs, the seductive voice that made the spirit sink in then resounded through the heaven and earth, resonating with the sea breeze and waves, like a great performance of the ocean.

The song spread with the sea breeze, and all the distant schools of whales instantly turned up their bellies, and the figures on the reef similarly lurched, plummeting straight into the sea.

Controlled...

The sirens swam swiftly humming a lilting song, just ready to drag that fresh food into the deep sea and drown it.

Grabbed by twelve pairs of cyan-colored arms, that body slowly sinking to the bottom of the sea seemed to be defenseless...

Fooled you all!

A pair of chaotic eyes suddenly opened.

Without giving those sea demons a chance to react, a round of brilliant silver light bloomed in the sea, and they screamed miserably as they were enveloped by the silver light.

"Gollum... Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..."

The surface of the sea churned up a series of bright red bubbles, a pool of blood slowly dyed away, and twelve disemboweled corpses floated up with it.

[Magic potion residue: 9600→8400]

Eleazar slowly emerges from the bloody water as well, then makes a few trips back and forth, dragging all of the loot up to a nearby reef for quick disposal.

Twelve tongues with residual transcendental activity wriggled like earthworms in the bottle.

Phantom Scale and Armor Scale were separated and filled into two large bottles.

Then while watching his ship being curiously arched away by a small whale, he pinched the siren's heart, squeezing the blood out of it as if it were a persimmon, and then tossing the random unprocessed remnants into the sea.

Finally chopping off twelve fish tails to keep as rations, he heaved himself off the blood-stained reef.

Being in mid-air, he took a light breath, then a stream of dragon's breath spewed out downwards.

"Boom--"

The whole sea suddenly rose in a great cloud of steam as if it were boiling.

The group of whales surrounding the ship scattered frantically in all directions.

Returning to the somewhat rolling boat, Eleazar looked indifferently at the already peeling paint and casually hung the fishtail over the side of the boat to dry.

Another wash of blood washed over his body before he stepped into the cabin to resume helming the ship.

The rest of the trip was very quiet, quiet in a somewhat eerie way.

Passing through the reef area, we came to another uncharted sea, not noticing anything out of the ordinary, except that the voyage ahead was getting darker and darker, and there was silent lightning in the sky.

And the time now is noon when the sun is at its hottest...

The deep clouds overhead were so thick I didn't know how thick they were, it was as if they were going to press down from the sky.

Eleazar flipped over the charts and gauges again to check his direction and make sure he was on the right course.

It just seemed like the separation between the sky and the earth was getting narrower and narrower as we continued traveling forward.

1000 meters ...

800 meters...

500 meters...

300 meters...

100 meters...

50 meters...

During the voyage, he noticed the clouds getting lower and lower each time he looked up.

The ship then literally drove into the dark clouds.

The sky is pressing down on the sea!

"The Dark Seas is it..."

Eleazar looked at the completely blacked-out view and realized that the ship's lights couldn't even probe a meter.

"It is the power of darkness, containing toxins, mind, decay, and curses... If an ordinary ship breaks into this place, people will not only be infected with all kinds of epidemics and diseases, but also suffer from all kinds of mental disorders, and their bodies can even continue to move after they die, and finally wipe out the whole ship with all kinds of strange disasters ...."

Tasting the cloud of death in his mouth, he suddenly looked up again.

"There shouldn't be any more reefs in this place, should there?"

Eleazar thought uncertainly, a bit hesitant to consume the Holy Crystal.

After saving his food for close to two months, there were still 12 and a half Holy Crystals left in his reserve, he could still wave for at least four more months, and with less than half of the voyage left, counting the consumption on the way back, theoretically, he could even wave for longer as long as there were no surprises behind him...

But the accident happened the next second!

A sudden puff of green smoke came out of the console, followed by a frantic inversion of the various gauges, and the ship's rudder began to malfunction.

The power of the Death Cloud is starting to corrode mechanical parts!

Eleazar instantly didn't dare to be stingy, and hastily took out his holy light and mounted the half-used holy crystal, giving it two quick taps.

"ZZ ----"

With a thin circle of holy light shining all around, the black clouds enveloping the ship were instantly vaporized with a dense burst.

The frantically inverted meter is finally stopping, I just don't know if it's still accurate.

Another check of the rudder, which had suddenly seized up a moment before, revealed that it was already turning flexibly.

Carrying the holy light lamp, Eleazar walks out and checks the circle.

The tails of the fish hanging over the side of the boat had been blackened and were still edible to him, they just certainly didn't taste good anymore.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly stared.

The siren fishtail is missing one!

After counting again and realizing that it was true that one had been stolen, Eleazar lifted the lamp and glanced around silently.

Silent dark sea, no wind, no waves, the sea is dark and deep and calm, the whole world is as quiet as dead...

Each of the next seven days that followed was so quiet.

All the siren's tails he hadn't eaten in one bite had been inadvertently stolen by unknown creatures, and in the end, only twelve corroded and blackened marks remained imprinted on the side of the ship.

After those unknowns ate up his reserves, what should he prepare to eat next?

Witcher, who couldn't keep his senses on 24/7, simply jammed the rudder into a semi-automatic sailing mode, then sat down on the side of the ship, idly playing with his silver sword.

A dead sea, no sound, no reference in sight, no flow of wind, no ripples in the parted waters, as if they had not moved at all, leaving one to suffer every second with suspicion.

Eleazar, who had been sitting on the side of the boat on guard for a long time, suddenly saw a ghastly white arm sticking out from under the water, groping slowly for something under his side of the boat.

With an expressionless face, he bent down and reached down with his palm and shook the other man's.

Then slowly out of the dead, silent sea came arm after ghastly arm, waving weakly and feebly as if to tell welcome in his pair.

Carrying the uprooted arm, Eleazar, who had risen to his feet, looked around indifferently.

He had guessed right, only that the ship hadn't moved at all since that day when the instruments had failed!