The Promice From 400 Years!

At the edge of the jungle, a group of people were waiting quietly. When they saw Nicholas and his companions, their eyes lit up.

"He's here!"

Batulu whispered.

After being captured, instead of killing them, the other party let him go and asked him to bring their chief.

Their chief, standing beside him, was a burly middle-aged man exuding a powerful aura. He was the strongest among the Shandia people, capable of battling the deity of the Sky Island without falling behind!

Nicholas calmly approached the group and locked eyes with the Shandia chief standing at the forefront.

"It seems they have delivered my greetings," Nicholas said with a faint smile.

"I am the chief of Shandia. Batulu has informed us of your arrival. I apologize for the trouble caused by Lorna's rashness."

The Shandia chief, with feathers in his headdress, had a dignified expression.

"Guest, please follow us. This is not the place to talk."

The Shandia chief swept his gaze over what used to be their homeland and spoke solemnly.

Upper yard had been their homeland four hundred years ago, but now it had become the sanctuary of those people.

Even entering it posed great risks for them.

Reclaiming their land had always been their dream, but it had never been realized.

The prolonged battles with the deity had drained the Shandia people greatly.

Even at this point, they were at their wit's end, barely scraping by.

Four hundred years of conflict had left the Shandia people at a disadvantage in the war against the angelic race of the Sky Island, who naturally had the upper hand as the indigenous inhabitants.

Despite the massive depletion caused by the war, the indigenous people of the Sky Island could quickly recover by trading with other islands.

The Shandia people, on the other hand, were slowly being worn down, gradually falling into a disadvantaged position in the war.

The most surprising thing about Nicholas's group to the Shandia people was actually the father and son, Cricket. Since entering the Shandia village, the tears of these two had not stopped for a moment.

Seemingly every ordinary thing moved them deeply.

Soon, the chief led Nicholas into a wooden house, and they sat facing each other.

"Batulu has informed me of everything you have told them," the chief said after a pause, his expression serious.

"I have also checked the records left by our ancestors. I suppose you are from Vearth."

"Yes, we are indeed from Vearth."

The chief listened attentively.

"Speaking of which, there is a widely circulated story in the North Sea, in which your Shandia people play a significant role."

"What story?"

"The tale of the Great Liar Noland."

The chief looked puzzled. "Noland, it seems, is a great hero recorded in our Shandia history. He was once a close friend of our great warrior, Kalgara. The two of them even made a pact to meet again at a certain time."

"Yes, indeed, it is the Noland you have recorded, but in the eyes of the people of Vearth, he is just a Liar.

To this day, his descendants are still trying to prove that their ancestors were not Liars and to trace the footsteps of your Shandia people. By the way, those two crying guys outside are descendants of Noland."

Nicholas said slowly.

The chief fell silent.

"Four hundred years ago, Noland, with his crew, sailed a ship and found the Golden Village, Shandora, where he cured the Shandia's tree fever, thus becoming friends with the Shandia people.

When he returned, he wrote a book about the story here and told the world about the existence of the Golden Village."

"He also reported the existence of this golden island to the king. When the king, leading two thousand elite soldiers, returned to the Grand Route of the Golden Village, they found no gold on this deserted island."

"Angered, the king arrested Noland for deceiving the king, and he was executed by the king. Even before the execution, Noland continued to lie, 'I know, the pile of gold has sunk into the sea.' In the end, amidst the cries of 'Great Liar' from the people, Noland's life came to an end.

By the way, even kneeling on the execution platform, his face was still a silly smile, which was also recorded in the history books, becoming a story passed down from generation to generation in the North Sea. No one ever believed Noland's words or his adventure stories again."

Listening to Nicholas's words, the chief's face was filled with shock, disbelief! Was the truth really like this?

He inexplicably remembered the heroic statue of the great warrior Kalgara in the village, and the stories passed down from their ancestors, even if the winged people were numerous, the great warrior Kalgara would fight them even if he was seriously injured to ring the golden bell in Shandora, sending the bell sound to the distance.

"So, both of them never forgot their promise to each other until the end!"

The chief trembled all over, tears streaming down his cheeks.

This was the answer that the Shandia people had been waiting for for four hundred years, waiting too long and paying too much.

The Shandia people never extinguished their desire to reclaim Upper yard, not only because it was their homeland, but also because they wanted to ring the golden bell again, guiding their friends.

Nicholas sat facing the chief, silently watching.

The chief's face was heavy, and he spoke slowly.

"You said that as long as we are willing to submit to you, you can help us, right?"

Nicholas nodded. "Yes, I can help you."

"Help us reclaim Upper yard, our homeland!"

The chief's eyes sparkled brighter and brighter.