Mage Joan

The Pico Bay, where Leiden Port is located, has a curved coastline extending northward, overlooking the sky like a slender "machete", splitting a corridor paved with golden sand between the jungle and the sea, and reaching northwards." "Hengshou Forest", so this part of the coastline is called "Machete Coast" by the local indigenous people.

People traveling along the "Machete Coast" can admire the beautiful scenery of the Vernoia waterfront, and there can be fat oysters and crabs everywhere on the beach, but occasionally encounter beasts, dinosaurs and even sahua that are active in the shallow seas. The risk of pirate pirates.

Compared with enjoying the scenery on the journey, most business travelers are more concerned about safety and convenience. From this perspective, hiking or riding along the coast is not a good idea. Taking a boat north of Leiden Port is the best choice.

However, the risks of the journey are not just on the coast. The dense headlands and the reefs in the coast all pose a great threat to the ships.

In order to eliminate the risk of hitting the reef, the colonial government of Alfheim built many lighthouses on the "Machete Coast".

Experienced sailors only need to look at the "indestructible bright flame" that shines day and night from the top of the tower.

The lighthouse emits a yellow light, indicating that there is a calm anchorage near the lighthouse for temporary docking; if you see the red light, it is best to bypass it far away-there must be dense reefs near the lighthouse!

Today, most of these coastal lighthouses are still performing their duties of keeping watch over the waterway, but some lighthouses have been destroyed, the lights have been extinguished, and even reduced to monster nests.

The colonial government had neither financial nor military power to expel the monster to rebuild the lighthouse. It could only open its eyes and close its eyes. As a result, seafarers who were unfamiliar with the local conditions suffered. When they lost the navigation of the lighthouse, they took risks and sailed. occur.

Located on a headland on the "Machete Coast", there is such an early warning lighthouse that has been abandoned for four years. A total of no less than 20 ships of large and small have sunk in this dangerous sea area over the past four years. The Sahua murlocs are preoccupied, with the killing and plundering of sailors and business travellers as victims.

The addition of pirates to the reef has cast a horrible atmosphere on this sea area, so that it has won the chilling notoriety of "Sailor Cemetery".

At the end of October, Yalfheim is in late autumn. The weather is suddenly cold and hot. The coastal coast is affected by ocean currents. The climate change is particularly fierce. In the morning, it is still sunny and sunny. , The sky immediately gloomy.

In the overcast sky, a black shadow was spreading its wings, which was exactly the opposite of the swarms of geese passing by on the way. The monster of half-man and half-eagle flew north alone.

The cloud above the eagle's head became thicker and thicker, and a flash of lightning flashed occasionally, and thunder came along with it.

Seeing that a thunderstorm is coming, the Hawks worry that their fluffy feathers will be wet by the rain, and they have to converge their wide wings to lower the height, hovering over the coast, planning to find a place to temporarily shelter from the wind and rain.

He soon noticed that a lighthouse stood on the nearby headland. Although the lighthouse seemed to be in disrepair and the light on the top of the tower was extinguished, for a traveler eager to avoid the wind and rain, there was no room for choice. Land quickly.

The whistling airflow dissipated the dust in front of the lighthouse door, and the eagle fell to the ground steadily. He raised his hand and lifted up the cloak hood, revealing a pair of bright, sharp eyes.

He looked around and confirmed that there were no dangerous creatures, and then cast a spell back to human form-instantly turned from the tall and mighty Yodenheim Hawkman into a young mage, with a fair and handsome face with a little book gas, and the right eye was darker than the dark one. The left eye is slightly shallower, golden brown, with magical fluctuations deep in the pupil.

There was a thunder in the air, raindrops falling down. The young mage quickly hurried to the lighthouse, pushed open the old door, and shouted loudly, "Excuse me-is anyone here?"

Echoes echoed in the lobby on the first floor of the lighthouse, and no one answered for a long time.

The juvenile mage stood at the door, saw the hall covered with a thick layer of sand and dust, and confirmed that the lighthouse had been abandoned for a long time, and the watchman had long left.

The rain outside the door turned bad, and the sky quickly overcame. The lighthouse became darker and darker, glanced everywhere, gray and dead.

"Tercen!"

The young mage raised his hand and touched his right eye, and at the same time chanted an elven spell representing “insight”, activating the right eye—in fact, a “righteous eye”—the enchanted 2 ring prophecy arcane "dark vision" The vision suddenly becomes wider, just like observing things under sufficient light.

The young mage backhanded closed the gate of the rusty mottled lighthouse, pacing calmly in the dark, his eyes glancing around like two electric lights.

There was only a large pool of water in the empty hall, and several large pots more than two feet tall were stacked in the opposite corner, half of which were broken.

The young mage walked around the puddle and walked to the corner, cast the "mage's hand" to remove the dust from the tank, unscrewed the lid, and looked inside, and found that there was only a shallow layer of turbid liquid, emitting a pungent odor. The smell seems to be a jar of aging wine about to evaporate.

The Junior Master was not interested in wine, screwed the lid back on, and turned to the spiral staircase, intending to climb to the top of the tower to see what went wrong with the lampstand.

But as soon as he took a step, he stopped and turned his head to look at the shimmering puddles behind him, frowning.

This young mage, on the surface, is not much different from ordinary human teenagers. In fact, he has a thin "strange pedigree" and cannot be regarded as a pure human being.

The deformed eyeball growing behind his neck is the external feature of the peculiar pedigree.

This deformed eyeball that grows behind the neck has all the visual functions of normal human eyes, so the young master can use this eyeball to see the scene behind him.

Thanks to this specialty, when he just turned his back to the puddle, he inadvertently saw the calm puddle of the beach suddenly shaken through the eyes of his neck, and there were two silver-gray slender water columns slowly from the surface of the water. Rise slowly, as if two tentacles are protruding.

This unexpected discovery caused the young mage to be alert, stopped to look back, and carefully observed the silver-gray muddy puddles on the beach.

The puddle stayed there quietly, and at first glance it looked no different from ordinary sewage, but when the juvenile mage took two "Sid mana" and blessed 2 rings of "Higher Endoscopy", the disguise in front of him was completely exposed.

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Detection target: suspected mud-shaped creature

Health status: Weak (excessive evaporation of body fluids, urgent need for rehydration)

Special ability: Unknown

Danger level: unknown

Attributes: Strength 16, Dexterity 1, Constitution 26, Intelligence-(<1), Wisdom 1, Charisma 1

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