Lantisde.
In a hall filled with huge stone pillars, a merman in armor looked at the black-robed high priest standing in front of a crystal ball, and respectfully said, "High Priest, the migration of the residents at the border has already begun, but the underground castle can only accommodate the residents of the capital city. The underground castles of normal small cities might not be able to withstand the Nether Whirlwind this time. Should we report this matter?"
"Have you confirmed the number of Nether Sharks this time?" the high priest asked as he looked at the crystal ball.
"According to the reports from the frontline, there are already five giant Nether Whirlwinds this time, about 100 large hurricanes, and about 800 small and medium hurricanes. This is an unprecedented Nether Whirlwind Tide." The merman's voice was filled with despair.
The Nether Whirlwind was the most powerful opponent that Lantisde had to face after its sinking. In the beginning, the mermen were helpless against that indestructible whirlwind and became food for the Nether Sharks.
However, it was fortunate that Lantisde was rebuilt with the help of the high priest and the king. The mermen began to have a scale and strategy to deal with the Nether Whirlwind.
However, every year, when the Nether Sharks appeared, Lantisde still had to pay a heavy price to survive this month of darkness.
After a month, the Nether Sharks would leave and disappear into the vast sea. They would then appear again a year later.
This cycle had already been going on for thousands of years.
In the history of Lantisde, there had been a few times when the number of Nether Whirlwinds increased tremendously.
Three hundred years ago, three giant Nether Sharks led hundreds of Nether Sharks of various sizes to invade. The underground city of Lantisde's capital city was breached, and the high priest and crown prince of the empire died in battle. The casualties of the ordinary mermen were uncountable.
And this time, the number of Nether Sharks was even more than the worst time in history.
Although Lantisde had over ten 10th-tier powerhouses led by the high priest and hundreds of thousands of mermen warriors, they could only feel despair in the face of the whirlwind that was immune to magic.
"No, let them all move back to the capital city." The crystal ball in the high priest's hand lit up with a blue glow, and simple images of underwater towns appeared on the surface of the crystal ball. "The Nether Sharks love to clean up the small towns one by one. There are too many Nether Sharks this time. None of the small towns can last more than a month."
That merman shook his head as he looked at the high priest, and said, "But, High Priest, if all the merfolk were to move into the capital city, the capital city would have to face the Nether Cyclones directly this time. Given the number and power of the Nether Cyclones this time, we won't be able to stop them outside the capital city. Once the capital city is breached, Lantisde might be completely annihilated."
"Even if we leave them outside, with the strength of this Nether Frenzy, the capital city will still be destroyed." The high priest slowly raised his head, and a ray of light fell on his deeply wrinkled face. His grayish-white eyes were filled with helplessness.
"High Priest …"
The high priest interrupted the mermaid's words and said calmly, "Pass down the order, all mermaids are to withdraw into the capital and prepare for battle. Report the situation of the Nether Sharks, and mobilize everyone. If we want to survive this Nether Frenzy, every mermaid has to do something. "
"Yes," that mermaid replied loudly with a stern expression. Then, he turned around and left quickly.
"God, you gave us instructions, but you didn't tell us how to survive. As your loyal believer, please save Lantisde …"
The high priest's chanting reverberated in the hall.
…
Verell Town.
As a border town in the northwest of Lantisde, one could clearly see the arc-shaped black barrier as soon as they raised their heads. It was dark and heavy in the sky as if it would fall down at any time.
This place was 350 kilometers away from the border of the barrier, and it was rich in a type of small fish called 'crescent fish'.
This was a fish that was only the size of a thumb. In its transparent body, there was a small crescent-shaped, glowing yellow bone on its head, hence its name.
This was one of the favorite foods of the nobles in the capital city of Lantisde. It wasn't very expensive, but in Lantisde, where resources were scarce, it was enough for many mermaids to gather here and catch crescent fish for a living.
"Deuel, hurry up and pull the net! I've caught so many crescent fish! "A thin and weak mermaid chased after a school of shiny crescent fish.
An equally thin and weak young mermaid swam out from behind a big rock. Then, he swung the fishing net in his hand out forcefully, and suddenly swam towards the school of fish, catching all the crescent fish that couldn't turn around in time.
"So many! That's great! " The mermaid went forward and exclaimed in surprise when she saw at least 100 crescent fish in the fishing net. Her eyes were also sparkling.
"It's just so little. Do you have to be so happy? I'll bring you out to catch big fish in the future. One of them is worth 100 of these small fish." That young man called Deuel glanced at the small fish in the fishing net with disdain. He raised his head and looked at the black barrier in the sky. "I want this sky …"
The young girl snatched the fishing net and pursed her lips. "Not only is this sky covering your eyes, it's also covering the big fish. We'd better catch crescent fish obediently. As long as we catch 5,000, Uncle Bartels will bring us to the capital city, and we won't have to stay here anymore."
Speaking of the capital city, the young girl's eyes lit up.
She heard that it was a big capital city that was a hundred times, no, a thousand times more prosperous than Verell!
She couldn't imagine how prosperous it was. The biggest place she had been to was Block City, which was about 150 miles away from Verell. In the past, when the terrifying Nether Hurricane came, the people of Verell would go to Block City to hide.
Thinking of the Nether Hurricane, the young girl's face turned pale. Eight years ago, their parents died in the mouth of the giant shark in the hurricane. She couldn't help but grab the young man's sleeve, and said, "Deuel, Uncle Bartels said that, right?"
"Yes, that fatty has already agreed to us." Deuel nodded and pursed his lips unhappily. "How much does it cost to go to the capital city? This fatty asked for 5,000 small crescent fish from us. We can at least earn half of it."
"It's okay. As long as we can enter the capital city, we won't have to worry about the Nether Hurricane anymore." A smile appeared on the young girl's face.
Seeing the smile on the young girl's face, Deuel's expression gradually turned cold. He turned back to look at the dark distance and clenched his fists. "I will kill those bastards sooner or later. Definitely."
…
"Alright, the grill, condiments, and ingredients are almost all brought. It should be enough to cook seafood." Meg checked the kitchen utensils and nodded. He turned back and saw Gina coming down from upstairs with a small mountain of mud casings on her back.
"Are you going to bring some local specialties home?"
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