Sail Shadows in the Sea of ​​Fog

Chapter 161 Indiscriminate Slaughter

"You've been a slut!"

Inside the luxurious and spacious carriage, Shenba, who clearly had a brain but chose not to use it, was the first to answer Fanhart's question.

"Snapped!"

Yun Ji lightly tapped Shenba on the back of the head, saying, "Don't be so rude."

"But that's the truth!" Shenba shouted, covering his head with his hands. "He's just grass."

Even if it's true, you can't be so rude.

As Yun Ji spoke, she grabbed Shenba's ear, and the latter immediately began to beg for mercy and help without any backbone.

"cough cough"

Cheng Lang cleared his throat. "Mr. Fan Hart, although my sailors were a bit rude, well, they weren't actually wrong."

"I shouldn't have asked such a stupid question."

As he looked himself over, Van Hart said nonchalantly, "I know you must have a lot of questions, but please answer my question first: Does anyone in this era still remember the pirate queen Eleanor and her shipwright Van Hart?"

"Remember"

Cheng Lang opened his mouth, then said, "Shenba, you speak. Yunji, don't hit him yet."

"Okay," Yun Ji readily agreed, temporarily letting her undisciplined younger brother off the hook.

"cough cough"

While rubbing his ears, Shenba cleared his throat. "The current version is that Fanhart betrayed Eleanor, so Eleanor asked her armorer friend to turn him into an armor that only moves back and forth."

"By the way, sir, you used that thing that looks like a sea cucumber to destroy several ghost ships. The cores of those ghost ships were poked until they looked like perfectly fermented cheese."

"Is there anything else?" Fan Hart asked.

“Mr. Fan Hart, let’s make an equal exchange,” Cheng Lang said. “It’s your turn to satisfy our curiosity.”

"I am nothing more than a pitiful insect stuck in the web of fate."

As Fan Hart adjusted to his body, he said, "During a battle with a sea monster, I encountered a curse that constantly erodes my soul."

To save me, Eleanor split my soul into four parts, putting me into a soul slumber. The part of my soul that was corrupted was made into what this mindless dark elf calls this thing that only throbs back and forth.

How did you know I was?

"Even if I didn't say I was an armorer, I could still recognize a hypocrite."

Fan Hart waved his four arms. "I'm an eight-legged, four-armed undead now. How could that trashy hypocrite possibly conceal your soul?"

"What about the other three souls?" Cheng Lang asked before Shenba could speak.

"One copy was hidden in a gold-digging beetle deep inside the sin gold mine, and another copy was placed in the Tower of the Dead."

Fanhart said, "This tower was built by the dwarves for the heroes buried in the Holy Relic Lands. It has always been my wish to be buried here, and Eleanor has helped me fulfill that wish."

"Okay, where is the last one?" Cheng Lang asked.

"The statues in the underground silver mine caves of Fengmo Island"

Van Hart gave an unexpected answer: "In the prophecy that Eleanor and I received, someone would open the Void Dock to find me, take me into the Silver Mine to open the Gate of Mourning, and with the help of the Dark Elves, obtain the Burrowing Beetle. Finally, they would take me into the Tower of the Dead to help me piece together a complete soul and a brand new body."

"So, what about the rumors about you and Eleanor?"

“I almost never leave Eleanor’s ship, so how could I possibly betray my Eleanor?”

Fan Hart shrugged. “This has to do with the three prophetic poems I received.”

"Can you tell me about it?" Cheng Lang immediately picked up the conversation.

“Now it’s my turn to satisfy my curiosity,” Van Hart asked at this moment, “Where is Eleanor’s dock key?”

"What are you going to do?" Cheng Lang asked.

"Fulfill your promise, give it to me quickly."

"Let me satisfy my curiosity first."

As Cheng Lang spoke, he had already wrapped Fan Hart's body with a whip. "What do you want that key for?"

"That key has a trap left by Panini; I need it."

“It’s been solved”

"Resolved? Who resolved it?"

Fan Hart asked in surprise, "No, that's not important, as long as you're sure you've solved it."

"Now tell me about the three prophecies you received."

Cheng Lang asked, he had every reason to be wary.

Fan Hart, who has no logical thinking and only knows about straw boats, is not scary, but a centuries-old monster with memories is someone he has to be wary of, especially since the Valkyrie and Thorn are still in the Void Dock.

"no problem"

Van Hart, however, was unusually forthcoming. He cleared his throat and said, "The first prophecy comes from when Eleanor became the Pirate Queen, when we had just occupied Iron Oak Island. The prophecy we received at that time said this:"
Halfway through the web of fate, love has already captivated the brave pirate queen.

With the web of fate half woven, the remaining dwarf craftsman spends his days shuttling between the ship's cabin and his lover's bed.

Halfway through the web of fate, the cursed souls have scattered in all directions.

The filth hidden in the dock needs hundreds of years of stigma to be cleansed.

The pure tripartite pieces are slowly nurtured within the monument, the beetle, and the fog tower soon to be stained with blood.

Halfway through the web of fate, the brave pirate queen has set foot on land, wandering underground day after day. Perhaps her image can still be found in the clear spring.

The web of fate is halfway through, halfway through; the awakened dwarf has finally taken on a new form, a form that even ghost ships fear.

At this point, Fan Hart paused, "I already told you about the second prophetic poem when I awoke. That poem had been repeating itself in my mind before I awoke."

"What about the other one?" Yun Ji asked.

"There's one more."

Van Hart was momentarily stunned, but he quickly regained his composure and clarity. "I know very well that there is a third prophetic poem, but I need to get to Dwarf Mountain to remember what it says."

"It's Dwarf Mountain again."

Cheng Lang and the others exchanged glances, then asked in unison, "So what do you plan to do now?"

"My soul is now bound to that burrowing beetle."

Fan Hart said with exceptional straightforwardness, "To put it simply, wherever that beetle goes, I'll go. I have no choice."

"Fanhart, do you know who the Web Weaver is?" Yun Ji asked a crucial question. "I know, but I don't know either."

Fanhart gave a contradictory answer and immediately explained, "As far as I know, after killing Poseidon, the Valkyrie invited many scholars and bards from the Starsea Continent to Iron Oak Island."

Iron Oak Island? Iron Oak Island surrounded by poisonous fog?

"What poisonous fog?" Fanhart asked in return.

"Shortly after the fall of Queen Eleanor, Iron Oak Island was shrouded in a mysterious poisonous fog, which even sea monsters couldn't get rid of," Yun Lan explained.

Upon hearing this, Fan Hart paused for a moment, then shook his head in confusion, clearly not knowing the reason either.

“Let’s continue with our previous topic,” Yun Ji urged. “The Valkyrie invited scholars and bards to Iron Oak Island, and then what?”

That was the end of it.

Fan Hart shook his head. "Those people have all disappeared. Some say they were killed, some say they were imprisoned, and others say they were helping the Valkyrie weave a net."

"Why do you say that?" Yun Ji asked, as she had never seen these things in any documents before.

"Because it started with the disappearance of those scholars."

"Various prophetic poems have appeared, all beginning with 'Fate begins to weave its web,'" said Van Hart. "These prophetic poems are often very accurate."

"I have studied the history associated with the emergence of those prophetic poems."

Yun Lan said, "But how come I've never heard of a Valkyrie summons?"

I don't know if this is true or false.

Van Hart said, “I know this because Eleanor once saved an elven bard who was very old at the time.”

Before she died, she said that her teacher had been summoned to Iron Oak by the Valkyries. She loved her teacher deeply, so she waited for his return year after year, but her teacher never came back.

"that's it?"

“That’s all,” Van Hart said. “That’s all I know.”

"Mr. Fanhart, can you still forge armor now?" Shenba asked the question he was more concerned about.

"Of course, I am the best dwarven craftsman and armorer."

As Fan Hart spoke, he took off the undead backpack he was carrying on his back and pulled out various tools such as hammers and saws.

"Then can you replace the spirits of these draft horses?"

Shenba also took out a box from his bag. This box was originally used to carry the travel carriage, and the six draft horses that the elven royal carriage under their backs originally used were now placed inside.

"This box appears to be the work of my teacher, Dor, but these horses are not."

"This box you found on top of the windmill on Windmill Island?" Fan Hart said with amusement.

"You know the dwarf who left that stone tablet? Was he your teacher?" Yafso asked in surprise.

"Of course, of course I know him."

Fan Hart replied matter-of-factly, “Otherwise, why would I be willing to send a part of my soul there? To be honest, I actually grew up on Windmill Island.”

"No wonder." The same thought popped into everyone's mind.

"So can you get these draft horses running again?" Shenba asked curiously.

"Of course"

Fanhart replied matter-of-factly, “This is the Holy Remains Territory. The reason why the corpses of those warriors were sent here was so that their spirits could be used by the dwarf tribes after death.”

"What did you say?" Shenba stared wide-eyed, his already not-so-bright eyes widening.

I'm not lying to you.

Fan Hart said, "Back then, the Valkyrie only sealed away that stinky fish, Poseidon. After that great battle, everyone was preparing for the great battle after Poseidon's reawakening."

"But later..."

Later, the elves betrayed the Starsea Continent.

Fanhart shook his head. "But no one had any evidence. Then Gotland, Borland, and Rika, and finally the orcs wavered. All the dwarves were driven into the Dwarf Mountain."

Of course, these were all things my teacher, Dor, told me when he was alive, but he said it was all fate's arrangement, so I wouldn't have to resent any race or any country.

For a moment, the carriage fell silent, leaving only Fan Hart, with his 12 hands, skillfully disassembling the bodies of the six horse models. Then, he casually took out a net-like object from his backpack and scooped it up. From the undead-like net, a monster that clearly came from the sea gradually materialized.

"This is the half-blooded sea monster Hachis, killed by the orc warrior Rui and his tribe. In that battle, only two babies from their tribe who did not go to the battlefield survived."

As Fan Hart spoke, he put on a glove and pulled out the seahorse-shaped undead. Then, as if he were kneading dough, he divided it into six equal parts and then shaped them into the form of horses and stuffed them into the horse model.

As he assembled the draft horses, Fan Hart explained, "Hatchis is very strong, has good stamina, and isn't too slow."

"So there are undead everywhere here?" Yafso panicked for a moment, even though she was already used to the presence of undead.

"It's only because I've also become an undead that this job isn't as simple as it seems. Just capturing and dissecting undead would take several people several days to complete."

As he spoke, Fan Hart had already reassembled the six draft horses using both his hands and feet. "Try it out. These six draft horses are from a single undead, so the coordination will be excellent. However..."

"But what?" Yun Lan asked curiously.

"But which idiot modified this carriage?"

"Bang!" Before Fan Hart could finish speaking, a gunshot suddenly rang out in the distance!
"What's wrong?" Cheng Lang asked immediately.

"It seems to be in the direction of those two pointy ears!"

Gerta replied, "They've already driven the carriages here! One of them looks like he's been hit by an arrow!"

"Looks like we'll have to chat later," Cheng Lang said, already climbing out of the carriage.

In just a short while, they could see that a large number of Verdant Hunters seemed to be closing in from all directions—they were surrounded!
"Damn it, there are at least 100 people!"

Little sailor Krugge muttered in despair, but at Yun Ji's prompting, he and the other little sailors hid in the carriage.

"Who killed Viscount Shenfei?"

Just then, a silver-haired male elf rode a few steps forward on horseback. "Who stole the gold-digging beetles and carriages from the Elven Duchy this time?"

“Pointy ears, this is the Beast Corpse Territory of the Frost Duchy.”

The old man with ram's horns stepped out of the tower. "Do you intend to stay here?"

"Whoosh!"

Before the old man could finish speaking, an arrow flew out of the miasma at great speed without warning, piercing through the old man's forehead and the back of his head before anyone could react, pinning his emaciated body to the stone wall of the tower behind him!

At the same time, the whooshing sound of arrows slicing through the air was incessant, clearly indicating that more elven hunters had begun indiscriminate slaughter of all living people in Funeral Valley!
(End of this chapter)