The Legend of Fatality

This island is much smaller than expected, and when Bai En can stand up and walk, he walks out of the cave and greets the long-lost Gwangyang.

This cave is not far from the coast, at the edge of a forest on the island. There was a light drizzle outside, and his hair was soaked in rain and clung to his scalp, and his clothes soon became wet. He clung to the Lord's mossy tree trunk and looked out.

There are no tropical trees on the coast, especially tropical trees like coconut trees that like to grow along the ocean currents. Most of them are vegetation in temperate and even cold zones.

He saw a simple wooden shed built by Morris not far from the cave, with a circle of black from the campfire below, surrounded by unburned firewood and ashes. He saw some large logs that had been chopped off leaves and branches erected above the campfire. It seems that Morris intends to use this method to dehydrate the logs.

Bai En continued to walk along the trees to the coast, and various items were scattered on the coast. Presumably, Morris dragged the shore from the sea. A tattered robe was left on the beach, half of his sleeves went missing, and he had been soaked in seawater for a long time. The emblem of the Fatalin Association was depicted on it.

A bush wrapped around the border between the beach and the forest was washed away by the rain, and the contents were scattered all over the place. Bai En stood not far away and looked down at everything on the ground: a long rope, a pipe, and a cracked wine bottle, and the rest remained liquid of unknown wine or rain.

The rest are all gadgets, Bai En no longer pays attention to them, but continues to walk towards the beach, and the rain seems to start to stop.

Ignoring the complete or broken supply boxes, Bai En walked to a large pit dug on the beach and looked towards it. There are only black bones and ashes at the bottom of the pit. Judging from the number of remaining bones, at least dozens of bodies have been here. Perhaps it was to prevent the plague, Bai En thought. But this is the coast. Throw the corpses back into the sea. The sea will naturally dispose of them. There is no need to do it yourself.

However, Bai En thought about it, maybe Morris still needs to go into the sea to fish, and the body will attract some strange creatures in the sea, making the sea very dangerous.

He walked while patrolling the coast. My luck is very good, not only is there fresh water dripping in the cave on this island, but there is also a stream. To prevent Morris or him from constantly looking for cracks in rocks or small puddles after rain. There is no need to **** the sludge in order to get the water, or dig the wet and hard stones from the bottom of the depression.

He didn't know if he had a high fever when he was in a coma, nor did Morris mention it. But Bai En didn't care about this. Now he is recovering well, which is enough.

The only thing missing here seems to be food. Morris died because he would not be dehydrated by diarrhea. He purposely caught the seabirds for him. The seabird seems to be very smart, and after losing enough companions, it becomes more and more difficult to catch.

Bai En noticed the crab brought to the shore by the waves at his feet. He bent down and grabbed a crab, ignoring the pain of the crab's claws and hurting himself. He broke it on the rock and sucked the meat and shells in his claws. The internal organs, and then threw its body into the sea.

Bai En knew that he should bake them, but he was too lazy to think too much. Occasionally he could hear sounds other than the slamming of the waves, the crackling of flames, the hiss of evaporating water, the screams of dying soldiers, the screams of artillery shells passing by, and the tide that brought him to this When the island was cold, the cold waves hit the face.

More importantly, his magic power is still unable to be mobilized, and the damage caused by the spell backlash remains in his body. He has faced the spell backlash and the dilemma of being unable to cast spells. But it has never been impossible to call for such a long time, or even feel the magic. This is the first time he has learned to use magic for so many years, which makes him a little overwhelmed.

The night owl ’s sword, he remembers it as ‘Feng Soul’. How this sword returned to the scabbard, he has no clue now, and there are some terrible possibilities that he can't even think about. But he still hoped that the answer was not as he guessed.

While continuing his cranky thoughts, Bai En walked along the beach until a figure appeared in the distance. The man carried a log and moved towards it step by step.

When the two met, the other said.

"Master, you shouldn't be walking around now."

"I have been in the cave for too long. I think I'm in good shape, so I walked out." Bai En said lightly.

"Let's go back and roast the fire." Morris looked at the hair that Bai En posted on his face.

Bai En nodded and walked behind Morris to help him lift the log together. Mo Lishang tried to persuade, but in the end did not say anything, but moved the center of gravity slightly forward, and then the two of them carried the log to the cave.

The two came to the shed, threw down the logs, and returned to the cave together. There was only a small flame burning in the bonfire inside, but all the firewood in the ground was burning red.

Morris picked up the staff that had been copied on the edge of the cave and poked the bonfire to let the flame rise. Then put the staff on your side ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Take off your coat and hold it to bake.

Bai En picked up a piece of cloth placed on the box. This was originally a flag belonging to Fatalin, but now it is Bai En's face wipe. He dried his hair and exposed skin, and then took off his outer robe, spread it on the ground, and dried it with the heat from the campfire.

The two were doing their own thing, silently. It seems that life on the island changed the character of the two, and became the same kind of people who like to do things in silence.

"The raft is almost finished." Morris put down his coat and broke the silence between the two.

"Yes." Bai En nodded and said.

"There is not much food on the island, and seabirds have barely caught them." Morris continued. "But ships are starting to appear on the sea. I've seen Bill Bally's ship sailing from a distance three times."

"Yep."

"If your health is okay, we can get the raft up tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Take another day to bring the supplies we need and rest the rest. We can leave here on the fourth day." A string of fish placed by the campfire said while eating.

"Yes." Bai En nodded still, as if not paying attention to Morris.

Morris chewed the meat of the little fish into his mouth bitely, and then left the remains of the fish bones by the campfire.

"Where are we going?" Morris raised his head again, looking at Bain and asked. "I mean, where do we go when we return to the mainland?"

"Go there." Bai En stared at the shaking flame and said to himself. A memory suddenly appeared in his mind. It was a scene in the kitchen of the Black Tower many years ago. Flynn pointed to the picture of the East.

"Go east." Bai En replied.