The storm was raging in the sea, and the world under the sea was also shaking, as if a god holding the ocean was holding his fish tank in both hands, swaying around and boring for fun. Therefore, the creatures in the bathtub could only involuntarily fall.

Dark, cold, boundless.

The deep sea swallowed the three-masted warships in the lightning storm, swallowed up a large number of iron-crow soldiers like dust, and also swallowed up the hope of the iron races to conquer the enemy camp. It was not until the next day that the natural disaster gradually subsided and finally calmed down.

Renli slowly opened his eyes as the dawn shone into the sky from the eastern edge of the quiet ocean.

At first, he stared blankly at the deep but cloudless sky in the sky, but then he raised his strong arms in front of him as if he remembered something, and then he felt a little incredible.

"I'm not dead?"

In the violent storm, a man who can't swim fell into the sea that can't see the edge. How could he survive?

He was puzzled by the problem when a voice came from the side.

"I want to die? Just turn over."

Lan Li looked in the sound and saw a familiar face in his eyes. His black hair was chaotic, his round chin was rosacea, and his forehead had several wrinkles. He was both old and ugly.

He was wearing a thick trouser shirt and his trousers were wet. His slightly hunched back was leaning against the bow of the boat, and a leather wine bag was shaking hard in his hand. The empty echo seemed to disappoint him very much.

The old drunkard, the one in the same team as him.

Lanli recognized him. At the same time, he also found himself lying on the edge of a small mastless boat, the deep sea surface was less than half a meter from his cheek.

"You saved me?"

He stood up while saying that, but frowned unconsciously. He felt as if his whole body was dehydrated and his stomach was also rumbling as he stood up, very hungry.

"It's a chef. He's smarter than us. Before he was thrown out, he knew to grab the boat on the deck." The alcoholic Pais said, pointing to the middle-aged brown-haired man who was sitting at the stern of the boat and lowering his head to rub something. The other party looked up and smiled at Lanli when he heard this.

"Only a few of us?" Lan Li couldn't help asking, "Where are the others? Have you seen Jaspi? The blonde-haired one in the same village as me?"

"The grand palace of water of God will open the doors for our suffering compatriots, and your friend will become an excellent sailor in His palace." The last man on the boat smiled weakly at him.

Speaking of the sturdy figure, the long gray-black hair covered half of the cheeks and the front of the gray-green-blue cloth robe, was the leader of the drowning priest.

"The great God of Hang did not give up on us. Look, God of Hang sent His pious people Ryan to rescue us from the evil means of God of Storm." He said in a depressed voice, and finally couldn't help but cough violently, as if very painful.

"Yes, this is what God is about to drown." The old drunkard muttered, "Why didn't he send us directly back to the island?"

"We, we cannot use the mortal cognition to guess the gods." The long hair drowning man explained while coughing.

"But He obviously has other arrangements for us."

...

From a close distance, this man no longer had the aura of a charlatan he saw when he saw him twice before, but instead looked like an ordinary old farmer in his forties.

Unfortunately, Lan Li was basically not interested in what he said. After silently mourning the blonde boy for a while, he diverted his attention.

The water of the dark blue sea ripples under the boat, and the hull of the mastlessed boat rises and falls. In the dark environment, a total of four people are distributed on all sides of the boat, which looks quite spacious.

The sea outside the boat was endless, and the southeast, west and northeast were covered by a dark and boundless ocean. The shallow mist lingered on the sea level, which also cast a shadow on Lan Li's heart.

However, although he was worried about the current situation, he could not be despair. After scanning the surroundings, he looked at the chef Ryan who was working.

Ryan's nickname was given by the blonde boy in the same village as "I". After a while, Lanley discovered that the nickname was actually not correct, because Ryan was not just a chef.

At this time, the supplies on the ship were very simple, with a bundle of thick ropes, two broken cloaks made of linen and bronze buckles attached to the cloak, a bow, a half-bottle arrow, a short axe and two long axes, and some small pieces of broken pieces.

None of these looks useful, but Ryan relies on these things to make a simple fishing rod.

At the same time, he carefully took out a piece of black bread wrapped in linen from his arms. The bread was sluggish, moldy and edible, and even soaked in water. However, Ryan pulled out a soft white maggot from the bread.

"You're prepared?" Lanli asked.

"The people on Gudeng Island are all used to hiding a few bugs on their bodies." The chef said complacently: "In this way, as long as you use it to catch a fish, you can have enough fish meat as bait."

Lonely Ding Island is a very small island in the Iron Islands, but Lanli knows this island because it is located at the westmost point of the known world. Further west, it is an endless sea that has never been explored successfully.

"As long as there is enough bait, the people on Gudeng Island will definitely not starve to death." The chef said while placing the insect bait, and then sat at the stern of the boat to do sea fishing.

When he found that Lan Li seemed to have some interest in this, he began to explain.

"I'm not familiar with this sea, but as long as I don't go beyond the sunset sea, I can know where what fish live. Of course, the fish in the sea are not honest. You have to know some of their habits and…"

He began to talk about some common fish and fishing methods in the sea. Seeing him talking endlessly, Renli couldn't help asking: "Will we scare the fish away when we speak like this?"

"It depends on what kind of fish it is."

More like a fisherman's chef, Ryan said: "Some fish will be scared away, while others will come over. You have to know that the sea water is very clear, and timid fish will not lean over after discovering the boat, let alone hear a sound."

While he said, he raised the fishing rod in his hand hard, and saw a big silver-scale pointed fish biting the hook at the end of the fishing line and swaying. It didn't look like it was hooked, but it didn't let it go.

The fisherman then raised his arm and pinched the fish in his hand, and signaled to Renli: "Look, these teeth make it bolder."

Lan Li looked at the big-headed silver-scale fish with sharp teeth curiously. Although modern people are well-informed, he seems to have never seen this fish with his own eyes.

"I said boy, everyone in Baiou Village can only dig stones to make a living?"

The boat was not big, and the old drunkard beside him could see all this clearly, so he couldn't help but sneer: "Are you guys just going to see the fisherman's daughter?"

"Not that." Lan Li glanced at him, but ignored the guy, but suggested to the fisherman who continued to fish in the sea: "I'll help you?"

The man is weak and has a high status, and is drunk and thick-skinned. I don’t know when the boat will float. It’s not enough to rely on the chef alone to work hard on the whole time.

After quickly recognizing the current situation, Lan Li felt that it would be better not to eat it for nothing.

"Can."

The fisherman has no reason to disagree, "But you have to do it yourself."

Lan Li nodded, so the fisherman kept his fishing posture while verbally giving him guidance.

If you want to fish, he has to have a fishing rod first. This is easy to deal with, and the chef still has some leftover materials.

It just felt very simple when watching others make fishing rods, but when Ren Li did it himself, she looked different. In addition, the old alcoholic always gave tricks. When he finally tied the fishing line tightly to the long pole, nearly an hour had passed.

But when he completed this step, he gained an extra benefit—

【You have learned a new skill: Fishing gear making LV1】

...

With the information that was born quietly, the pictures in my mind about him when he just made a fishing rod appeared one after another, and were deeply imprinted in my memory. With a little thought, Renli could remember any inconspicuous details.

He was not very excited about this because he didn't think he could use this skill under normal circumstances. Lanli was curious about the mechanism of this information appearing-

He thought he could not see the information prompt in this historical "copy", because no attributes appeared when he looked at himself, but now it seems that it is not the case.

So he lowered his head and stared at his current body again, but there were still no words such as racial level floating out.

"It's still in effect, but only the real body can show those attributes?"

Renli guessed so much.

Shortly after he sat at the bow of the boat and used a piece of fish caught by the fisherman as bait to start fishing, another message floated out of his mind again.

【You have learned new skills: Fishing LV1】

...

This message was born with a silver-scale finches being pulled up. At this time, the sun was shrouding above the head. Under the full sun, the fish jumped and threw out a large splash of water. It did not start to move until the old alcoholic hit an axe.

Then the old drunkard began to eat without caring about the scales.

"This kind of fish is the best," he said vaguely as he ate: "But only dead fish will not bite people."

After looking at the cheeky guy, Renli rolled his eyes, then turned his head to continue fishing. Unfortunately, he gained little later.

Because there are no oars and no direction, the boat can only ripple aimlessly on the vast and boundless surface of the ocean, moving forward with the waves from time to time.

The old drunkard leaned against the long-haired man, while the two anglers sat on the bow and the other sat on the stern until the food gradually became sufficient.

"Drinking sea water when you are thirsty can smell a little salty. If you drink less, you won't die." The fisherman claimed so, and then he bit his yellow teeth hard on the belly of the fish holding his hand. The fish was still spasming slightly, and even blood flowed out of the wound.

Drunkards and Yanren were also holding this kind of sea fish and feasting, as if eating raw fish was common for them. Lan Li looked down at the food in his hand and kept blinking.

After scraping the scales and peeling it, the fish's pink and translucent body was exposed to its sight. In the sun, the dead fish on its big head was wide open, forcing him to remember that the fish was still jumping around in his hands not long ago.

Although I was hungry while in Fengxi Castle, I could still eat a bite of normal food, but the current situation has lowered this pitiful offline.

“Luckily, don’t be afraid of parasites.”

As he sighed, he bit it down with a bite. The fresh and cold raw fish meat was filled with a slight salty smell of sea water, which didn't taste that scary...

He felt that this might be self-comfort.

...

After successfully living through the second day of the flooding ceremony, they set sail and encountered a sea storm that afternoon. In just one day, Renli gradually adapted to the life floating on the sea.

The vast ocean was surrounded by the only boats under his feet could move slightly, which made him feel like he was in a narrow ocean prison.

The people on the boat were in good condition. When chatting, they would be glad that they could survive, and would whisper the curse of the storm and the God of Storm, who was mortal enemy of the God of Drowning. However, they were not saddened by the burial of their companions in the sea.

Obviously, they are not unfamiliar with shipwrecks, storms, and deaths. They are very good at finding food in the sea.

The drifting on the sea is the same. The drowning pastor named Lucas will wave his arms to the sea at sunrise and sunset. He prays that the drowning God will allow them to successfully reach the Oak Island on the other side, and then continue to charge for the great drowning God's son.

Lan Li didn't know what this person was thinking. Just because the four of them were there, they seemed to be just giving heads to the enemy.

At this time, he had no hope for completing those three things. Natural disasters are no more than man-made disasters. The sea will not tell them any reason or rules. He felt that if there were a little storm around, the ship might be overturned, and then several of their corpses sank to the sea.
To be continued...