Chapter 1079: Are You Going to Bring Some Souvenirs Home?
Lantister.
In a large hall full of huge stone pillars, a mermaid in armor looked at the black-robed high priest standing in front of the crystal ball and said respectfully: "High priest, the migration of border residents has begun, but the underground castle can only accommodate the residents of the capital, and the underground castle of an ordinary small city may be difficult to hold on to in this Netherworld Whirlwind, do you want to report this matter?" β
"Has the number of Nether Sharks been confirmed this time?" The High Priest looked at the Crystal Sphere.
"According to the frontline, there have been five giant Nether cyclones, about 100 large hurricanes, and about 800 small and medium-sized hurricanes, which is an unprecedented Nether hurricane frenzy." There was a deep desperation in the mermaid's voice.
The Nether Hurricane is the most formidable opponent Landist will face after its sinking, and at first, the merfolk have nothing to do with the indestructible whirlwind and become food for the Nether Shark.
Thankfully, with the gathering of the priests and kings, Lantister was rebuilt again, and the Fish-People began to deal with the Nether Hurricane on a large scale and strategy.
But every year, when the Nether Shark appears, Lantister still has to pay a terrible price to survive this month's dark period.
After a month, the ghost shark will disappear into the ocean and reappear a year later.
This cycle has been going on for thousands of years.
There have been several periods in the history of Lantister when Netherworld cyclones have exploded.
Three hundred years ago, the three giant Nether Sharks led hundreds of large, medium and small Nether Sharks to attack, the dungeon of the capital of the Landiste was breached, the high priest of the empire and the Great Prince were killed in battle, and the casualties of ordinary mermaids were countless.
And this time, there are even more Nether Sharks than the worst in history.
Although Rantiste has more than a dozen tenth-level powerhouses led by the High Priest, and hundreds of thousands of merfolk warriors, in the face of the hurricane that is immune to magical damage, all that can be felt is despair.
"No, let them all move back to the capital." A blue light lit up on the crystal ball in the high priest's hand, and a picture of a simple underwater town appeared on the surface of the crystal ball, "Nether Shark's favorite thing is to clean small towns one by one, this time there are too many Nether Sharks, and no town can last a month." β
"But High Priest, if all the merfolk people move into the capital, the capital will directly face this Nether Hurricane, with the number and strength of this Nether Whirlwind, we have no way to stop them from the capital, once the capital is broken, Landist may be completely wiped out." The mermaid looked at the High Priestess and shook her head.
"Even if they are all allowed to stay outside, with the intensity of this Netherworld Tide, the capital will still be broken." The High Priest slowly raised his head, a glimmer of light falling on his deeply wrinkled face, and his gray-white eyes were full of helplessness.
"High Priest ......"
The high priest interrupted the mermaid's words and said calmly: "Pass the order, the first order, all the merfolk withdraw into the capital and prepare for battle." The situation of the Nether Shark has also been fully reported, and the whole people are mobilized, and if they want to survive in this Netherworld frenzy, every mermaid must do something. β
"Yes." The mermaid replied loudly with a grimace, then turned and walked away quickly.
"God, you have given us instructions but not told us how to live, as your faithful believers, please save Lantiste......"
The chanting of the high priest echoed in the main hall.
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The small town of Frere.
As a border town northwest of Lantiste, as soon as you look up, you can clearly see the arc-shaped inky black barrier, which is dark and heavy in the sky, as if it will fall down at any time.
It is 350 kilometres from the boundary of the barrier and is home to a small fish called the 'crescent fish'.
It is a fish the size of a thumb head, and its transparent body has a small crescent-like glowing yellow bone on its head, hence its name.
It's one of the favorite foods of the nobles in the capital of Landise, and the price is not particularly high, but in Landiste, where resources are scarce, it is enough for many mermaids to gather here to catch crescent fish for a living.
"DΓΌrr, pull the net! I've got a lot of crescent fish! "A thin mermaid girl chased a school of shiny crescent fish.
An equally thin young mermaid swam out from behind a large rock, then swung the net out with great force, and suddenly accelerated in the direction from which the fish came, and swept away the small crescent fish before it had time to turn.
"That's a lot! That's great! The mermaid girl stepped forward and exclaimed in surprise when she saw that there were at least hundreds of small crescent fish in the fishing nets, and her eyes were also shining.
"It's just a little bit, do you need to be so happy, I'll take you out to catch big fish in the future, one is worth a hundred of these small fish." The young man named Dur glanced at the small fish in the fishing net with some disdain, and looked up at the black barrier in the sky, "I want this ...... day"
The girl snatched the fishing net and pouted: "This day not only covers your eyes, but also covers the big fish, let's catch the crescent fish honestly, as long as we catch 5,000 fish, Uncle Butles will take us to the capital, we don't have to stay here." β
Speaking of the capital, the girl's eyes lit up with a glimmer of light.
I heard that it was a capital city a hundred or a thousand times more prosperous than Freil!
She couldn't imagine how prosperous it was, the biggest place she had ever been to was Block City, about 300 miles from Riverrell, where the people of Frerell would take refuge when the terrible Netherworld hurricane came.
Thinking of the Nether Hurricane, the girl's face turned pale, eight years ago, their parents died in the mouth of the giant shark in the hurricane, and they couldn't help but grab the boy's sleeve and say, "Doerr, that's what Uncle Butler said, right?" β
"Yes, the fat man has promised us." Dur nodded, and pouted a little unpleasantly: "How much money does it cost to go to the capital, this fat man asked us for five thousand small crescent fish, and at least half of it can be earned." β
"It's okay, as long as we can get into the capital, so we don't have to worry about the Nether Hurricane anymore." A smile appeared on the girl's face.
Looking at the smile on the girl's face, DΓΌr's expression gradually cooled, and he looked back at the swarthy distance, clenching his fists, "I will kill those smashed sooner or later, definitely." β
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"Okay, the grill, spices, and ingredients are almost all brought, but it should be enough to cook seafood." McGonagall checked the cooker, nodded, and when she turned around, she saw Gina carrying a mud husk like a hill from upstairs.
"Are you going to bring some souvenirs home?"