Three days later, Angor floated in the air. Toby came to him and whispered something.
"Torras didn't come out?" Angor nodded. It was normal that Toby didn't see Torras. He sent out scouting puppets to search the island, but they didn't find Torras anywhere. Clearly, Torras was still hiding somewhere.
He looked down at the mountain ridge that wasn't too tall and felt the urge to dig it up.
But he held back.
He didn't want to destroy the terrain unless it was absolutely necessary. If someone else found this place, the traces he left behind would expose him.
While he was at his wits' end, one of the scouting puppets sent him a message.
Follow the river bank where Angor found the skeletons, and you'll reach a group of mountains with a hidden lake nearby.
The scouting puppet found a ship floating on the lake.
Since this strange island had a ship grave, it shouldn't be a big deal to find a ship here. But Angor could tell that the ship belonged to a pirate.
Most importantly, the head of this pirate ship was a ferocious bull with two curved and sharp horns. It looked very dignified.
According to The Shining Age of Silver, Torras' ship was called "The Savage", and the most obvious symbol of the ship was the statue of a bull head at the front of the ship.
"So Torras is the one who drove the ship?" Angor ordered the scouting puppets to continue searching the mountain ridge while he and Toby flew toward the pirate ship.
Inside a dark space at the center of the mountain ridge.
Torras was curled up on the ground and shivering. His half-undead state was making him very uncomfortable. Images flashed in his mind from time to time while he mumbled something under his breath.
When the two left, Torras suddenly opened his eyes.
Torras relaxed a little when he saw his enemies leaving. But when he sensed where they went, the other half of his soul suddenly had an ominous feeling.
"Go, go, go —" Torras mumbled a single word and staggered to his feet.
Something behind him was glowing with a golden light. Torras turned around and saw that it was a human skull.
There was a brief moment of clarity in his eyes, but the chaotic energy of the undead took over his mind once more. His eyes, which had been clear a moment ago, became hazy once more.
He no longer cared about the glowing skull. Instead, he followed the will in his heart and swayed into the deep darkness.
Meanwhile, Angor had arrived at the location where the scouting puppet found the pirate ship. This lake was much smaller than the one where the Night Lotus went down. However, there was a river that connected the lake to the outer sea.
He landed on the edge of the lake and looked up. He saw the intimidating bull statue in front of him.
It had to be said that the sculpture was very well carved. The two horns were exactly the same as Torras' helmet.
Angor jumped onto The Savage. The scouting puppet already searched inside the ship and didn't find anything. Torras' soul wasn't here either. Angor came here because he saw something interesting from the scouting puppet's vision.
Using his boots, Angor quickly flew to the stern of the ship.
Under the tall mast, he saw a rudder that looked like a wheel. The rudder was painted with a thin layer of paint, and the rudder blades were engraved with delicate patterns. It looked similar to other rudders. However, there was one thing that caught Angor's attention.
At the center of the rudder, a slender knight's sword was firmly inserted into the ground.
This knight's sword was like the story of the 'Sword in the Stone' that Chown had told him before. After the baptism of time, it had completely fused with the rudder of the ship.
[Gold Age 1348, Month of Resuscitation. Sunny day. ]
[I ran into pirates! I picked up my Knight's sword and rushed out. Hahaha, it was so satisfying. They all died under my sword. Then, I chopped off the head of the pirate leader with a single slash and seized a ship full of treasures! To commemorate this battle, I put my sword on the rudder of the pirate ship and spread my name! As for the treasures, I'll take them all and put them in my treasure vault! ]
Angor took out Lucas' logbook and looked at it with a strange expression.
Knight's sword, ship's rudder, treasures, pirates … All these keywords made him feel like he was in a trance.
The knight's sword was inserted into the rudder, and the treasure was returned to the treasure vault. Could it be that, just like the sea of flowers, the wishing tree, the Island Spirit … Lucas had made another "prophecy"?
Lucas lived in the Age of Gold, while Torras lived in the Age of Silver. There was a difference of several hundred years between them. There was no other explanation other than a "prophecy".
According to this theory, the treasure trove that Lucas recorded wasn't his own treasure trove, but a pirate's treasure trove. Or rather, Torras's treasure trove?
"Ridiculous. But it does make sense," Angor muttered. If it really was Torras' treasure, it didn't mean anything. Treasures were worthless to Angor.
But Angor was sure that Poseidon and Basket Witch were here for something else. Maybe they weren't after Lucas' treasure. Maybe there were other secrets to this island?
As he pondered, Toby suddenly let out a loud shriek in the air, which reached Angor's ears.
He raised his head. At some point in time, a dark red light had appeared at the top of the ship.
Toby was also hovering above the ship.
"So you finally came out, Torras?" Angor floated in the air and looked at the dark figure standing on top of the watchtower. The right half of Torras' face had returned to normal, so the red light came from his left eye.
Torras didn't attack. Instead, he kept looking at Angor and growled like a wild beast.
It seemed he was trying to chase Angor away.
Seeing that Angor didn't move, Torras finally opened his mouth. "Leave … Leave … me …"
Angor's eyes widened. It had been three days, and Torras could already talk? But it seemed that the chaotic energy was still dominating.
Still, this was the only way to maintain a certain balance. Otherwise, Torras' stable energy would overwhelm the chaotic energy, which meant he had to increase the stable energy to 98% in a short time. Otherwise, his energy would dissipate and become energy particles in the air.
"You keep telling me to leave … What? Is this ship important to you?" Angor asked.
"Leave … Leave … I want to leave …" Torras hesitated for a while before he spoke again.
Angor finally realized that Torras meant that he was going to leave on his own. Could it be that this was actually his obsession?
Angor still remembered the first time he experimented with white bullets on an undead being, the first thing the undead said after turning into a half-undead was "Give me back my banyan flower". Later, Angor learned that this was the undead's biggest wish before death.
So what Torras just said meant that his obsession before he became an undead was to leave this place?
That seemed to make sense. The legendary pirate who had shaken the Easternmost Sea must have pursued freedom all his life. But in the end, he was imprisoned in this dirty, filthy, pitch-black, and lifeless cage. It was normal that his obsession before his death was to leave.
In Torras's mind, since he had come in by boat, he had to leave by boat as well.
Because of this, Torras almost lost his mind when he saw Angor on the ship.
Torras didn't attack Angor because he didn't want to destroy his only means of escape.
However, this obsession wasn't stable at all. Before Angor could try to get more information out of Torras, the chaotic energy overpowered his will. Torras' expression changed again and he charged at Angor with his gloomy energy.
Angor dodged to the side and took out Prelude to Rebirth.
When Torras saw Prelude to Rebirth, he suddenly remembered something and ran back into the darkness without looking back.
Angor sighed. "Are we going to play catch-up again?"
…
At the same time, in a sea area tens of thousands of miles away from Silver Palm Island, under the sunlight, a small boat seemed to be floating leisurely on the surface of the sea. However, if one looked closely, they would find that this silver-white canoe was shockingly fast.
There were two people sitting on the canoe. The one driving the canoe was a little shota with long fangs. On his back was a pair of grayish-black bat wings. His appearance was very cute … However, his four limbs, including his neck, were all hung with heavy black chains. The other end of the chains was tied to a wooden stake behind the canoe.
Beside the pole was a sunchair, which was sunbathing in sunbathing. A tanned man was lying on the chair, basking in the sun. He was wearing a tailored suit, but the buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his smooth chest.
Zheng Tai, who was sitting in the front, secretly glanced behind him. When he turned back, his eyes were filled with anger and resentment. His heart was cursing all the vicious words he knew.
"Darky, what are you mumbling about?" The man's voice reached Zheng Tai's ears.
Darky trembled and panicked. It took him a while to realize that he was cursing the man in his mind. He didn't say anything out loud, did he?
Darky put on a flattering smile and looked back at the man. "Master, I'm not mumbling anything. I'm just wondering why this area is so empty. There are no reefs and no sea beasts …"
The man's eyes flashed and he said lazily, "Spacious? I don't think so. The calm surface of the sea can't hide the undercurrents under the sea. "
Darky stuck out his tongue and licked his white fangs. "Master, I'm just a little demon with a low IQ. I don't understand."
"Is that so? Speaking of which, I didn't notice the undercurrents at first. You're the one who reminded me. "The man smiled at Darky.
Darky was surprised. He followed the man's gaze.
His demon tail was reaching the bottom of the sea through the wooden planks.
Darky awkwardly pulled his tail back. Coincidentally, when his tail went through the wooden planks, it didn't cause any damage.
"Tell me, what did you find?" The man looked at the dispirited Darky.
Darky struggled for a while. When he felt the shackles on his neck getting tighter, he hurriedly said, "I saw a big blue ray. There's a delicate palace on its back …"
"Oh?" The man raised an eyebrow. "Bicky? So it's Sliv. "
As soon as he finished speaking, a wave rose from the sea thousands of meters away. A huge ray slowly rose from the bottom of the sea.
"Mariyasa, what are you doing here?"
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