Doomsday, starting from a generation of masters

Chapter 86 The Pirates Sink
When Victor and the others came back with water, Kent greeted them.

"Friend, is this enough water? If it's not enough, you can bring more."

"Thanks to the help of the Kent patriarch, the clan is waiting for these waters, we will not disturb."

Victor was a little puzzled that Kent's attitude was not as cold and tough as before, but now that the transaction has been completed, he wants to bring these life-saving water to the clansmen on the boat as soon as possible.

"Sure, but does Patriarch Victor need some other supplies?"

"What do you mean?" Victor was a little puzzled.

Uncle Kent explained calmly: "Life at sea is hard. In addition to the necessary water, we can also provide precious fruits and food to ensure the health of the crew."

"And the wind is high and the waves are high, and the ship is inevitably damaged. It always needs to be repaired. The iron tree on our island has been growing for four or five years. It is difficult to find good wood in Fenris, if Patriarch Victor needs it. , we can also provide.”

"Of course, these all need to be exchanged."

Victor was obviously taken aback after hearing this, he had only been thinking about water.

After hearing Kent say this, I remembered that if they could get enough supplies here, their ships could completely ignore the issue of supplies until the weather got cold.

"Captain Kent, we do need supplies, but without iron, weapons can't be given to you. Can we trade for something else?"

"It depends on what it is."

"Two barrels of wine!" As soon as Victor's voice fell, the head of Kent's eyes lit up, hugged him, and laughed:
"You're very kind, my friend. You can take the wood from the island. Is it such a big barrel of wine?"

"How is that possible?" Victor jumped,

Such a bucket can hold [-] catties of water, how could it be possible to give Kent so much wine,
"The wine is filled in oak barrels of [-] pounds."

The two negotiated and finally settled on the number of transactions. The warriors of the tribe happily completed the transaction.

Uncle Kent also invited the other party to the banquet, they only need to provide wine.

Of course it was rejected, and Victor would only agree to such an outrageous invitation unless he had a hole in his head.

In the days after the Thunder Wolf tribe left, several boats came one after another.

The Horde's ironwood wood was indeed very popular, giving the Horde a great deal of iron and weapons in exchange.

Very few people are willing to exchange wine. After all, wine can keep its quality for a long time, and it can be used as water to save lives at critical moments.

Few tribes are willing to trade wine unless necessary.

……

Both Kent and the old pastor Falken thought it was difficult for the island to survive this year, so they began to organize their tribesmen to carry supplies to the ship. They were on the island during the day and returned to the ship for the night.

Lynn was assigned a separate cabin, with only a bed and a desk, and a small window that could be opened.

He could feel the change in the atmosphere of the tribe. The wine that was exchanged was not used to hold the banquet, but was properly kept on the ship.

The water on the boat is changed every two days, and the preserved food and daily necessities have been loaded onto the boat.

Although the hunting party companions will not have any fear of going out to sea, they will still feel a little reluctant to leave the island where they live.

On the 45th day after the sea ice melted, when the sleeping clansmen were awakened by the violent shaking, all the people came to the deck.

In the twilight of the morning light, the huge mountain peaks on the island were easily torn apart like toys in the hands of a god.

The billowing lava, accompanied by thick smoke, rushed into the sky!
It hit the ground like a rainstorm.

There were trees on the island, and the houses of the tribe were swept away in pieces!
"Boom" came a loud noise.

A shock wave like a nuclear bomb exploded around.

The huge island was torn apart by the loud noise!
Slowly sinking to the bottom of the sea!

The ship had long since moved away from the island, but was still lifted by the waves that sank the island.

When the ship stabilized, the island where everyone had lived for several years had disappeared from the sea in the distance.

Everyone was still looking at the sea in silence.

"Lift the sails, set sail!"

Uncle Kent was high, and his loud voice sounded as always.

Just like countless times in the past, the voice of the patriarch can always inspire everyone's fighting spirit!
Infused with a strong acupuncture, the spirit of the clansmen was lifted up all of a sudden,

"Yes, Patriarch!" The crowd responded with a bang!
Bjorn stood beside Lynn, watching Kent's eyes twinkle.

"Lynn, you say, when will I be like a father?"

"What is the same? Bjorn, the reason why the Kent patriarch convinces everyone is because of his unquenchable fighting spirit and unrivaled belief!"

Lynn turned to look at him and said,

"When you find it, you can too!"

Hearing this, Bjorn looked at Lynn, a little confused. He couldn't understand what Lynn was saying, but he always felt that the words were very important and kept them in his heart silently.

Lynn rubbed his hair, turned around and went to hoist with the clan.

The Hammer raised its sails and sailed to the sea with the wind.

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Life at sea is never peaceful, and the salty sea breeze of Fenris is always tinged with the smell of sulphur.

Although the ship's food and fresh water reserves are sufficient, Kent still allows the tribe to hunt for fish from time to time and catch them properly.

One is to reduce consumption, but also to keep everyone busy.

The warriors of these hunting parties are fearless in battle and always full of energy.But at the same time they were always restless.

Not to mention being trapped in the cabin and not going out, even if it is to stay in the chair, it is torture for them!

They spend most of the day on deck.

In addition to fishing, it is exercise and battle.

It is said to be a battle, but it is actually a fight. The two sides give up their weapons and punch to the flesh, consuming their excessive energy.

Kent always called Lynn and Carl's young team around and taught them how to observe currents, wind directions, changes in the weather.

Look for schools of fish and operate the rudder.

Lynn's ability to learn is without a doubt the most outstanding of all.

In addition, the current physique and spirit are far superior to ordinary people. Although I don't know which attribute affects the IQ, it is obvious that the memory ability, calculation ability, and comprehension ability are much higher than before.

Often, before Kent finished speaking, Lynn Wine already understood what he meant, and could draw inferences in his mind, analysing the principles, and enumerating conditions.Very deep grasp.

In his spare time, Lynn always ran to the old priest of Falcon.

He became more and more certain that the old man was definitely a mysterious figure.

Because once I saw with my own eyes, in order to delay the shelf life of fresh water, the old priest jumped and jumped like a god, and then sprayed cold air from the wooden stick in his hand, freezing several buckets of fresh water into ice cubes!

Lynn's eyes are straight!what is this?magic?Or witchcraft?
Did I come to a world not on the physical side, but on the magic side?Has my owl arrived yet?

"Grandpa Falken, since I'm so smart, can you teach me?"

(End of this chapter)