Pirates: It's not a mythical beast, it's a phantom god

"Captain Zanik, where are you going? The chief is looking for you urgently. He said it's something very important."

A warrior said as he looked at Jin and his group.

"Important thing? Is it related to those Sky Island people?"

"No, it's more serious than that. It seems to be related to some terrible 'natural disaster'."

Taking his eyes off the faces of Osi and Obei, the Shandia warrior leaned over and whispered in Zannik's ear.

"Natural disaster?"

Four different voices sounded at the same time.

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The simultaneous questions from Zannik, Osi, Obe, and Jin made the Shandia warrior feel awkward.

I deliberately lowered my voice, but everyone heard everything.

Are these people from Qinghai so good at hearing?

"What kind of natural disasters can you people living in the sky experience? Typhoons? Thunderstorms?"

Ossie asked curiously.

"I don't know. The chief didn't elaborate. But it does seem to be related to 'thunder and lightning'."

Then the Shandia warrior remembered that he seemed to vaguely hear the word "thunder" at that time.

"I see~ It's not easy for you either."

"The probability of being struck by lightning in the sky should be much greater than on the ground. It seems that I can't swear casually here~"

Ossi nodded to himself.

"Haha~ Actually it's okay."

"We've actually never heard of anyone being struck by lightning here, and we rarely encounter thunderclouds or anything like that."

"Oh I got it……"

Jin and Ouba, who were following behind, looked at the two people who were chatting smoothly and couldn't help but sigh again at Osi's communication skills.

……

As the group chatted, they crossed a misty area and finally arrived at the sacred place in the sky hidden in the clouds - the Hidden Cloud Village.

Although it is called the 'Hidden Cloud Village', it is different from the so-called "village" in XX Ninja that is as prosperous as a city. It is more like a primitive tribe.

Simple tents are scattered everywhere, with horn-like decorations and strange patterns hanging on the tops.

The island cloud under my feet was roughly processed into the so-called "road". On both sides of the road stood stone pillars with very "Indian" characteristics, and there were many children chasing and playing around the stone pillars.

"Chief, I brought Zannick and the others back!"

"Ok?"

"Zannick found it?"

At this time, Chief Shandia was sitting in his tent, drinking pumpkin juice and thinking about his next strategy.

Hearing that Zannick was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.

This warrior leader, who is about the same age as him, also holds an important position in the village.

The two of them basically complement each other, with the chief in charge of internal affairs and Zannik in charge of external wars.

The tribe may now be facing an unprecedented crisis. Although the chief does not show it on the surface, he is actually quite uncertain in his heart without this warrior leader.

"Yo~ uncle, are you the Kage of the Hidden Cloud Village? Do you know how to use Lightning Release?"

The chief was just about to leave the tent to ask about Zannik's situation when he ran into the impetuous Osi head-on.

Looking at the lively and lovely stranger girl in front of him, the chief's inner anxiety was miraculously relieved a little.

"Haha~ I'm the chief of this village, but I'm not a 'Shadow', and I don't know any 'Lightning Release'."

"But you... little girl, who are you?"

The chief wearing a wolf-head hat couldn't help but smile and touched Osi's head, then looked at the group of people following her.

Well, except for Zannik who seemed to be slightly injured and had both palms bandaged, the rest of the Shandia warriors seemed to be fine.

As for the group of outsiders... there was a man who was over three meters tall with flames coming out of his back. It was obvious at first glance that he was not a good person.

There was also a little girl with blue hair who looked similar to the girl in front of him. She seemed a little curious and was looking around.

The remaining three look very ordinary and seem to have no special features.

[A rather strange bunch.]

This was Chief Shandia’s first impression.

Although outsiders on Sky Island are rare, he has seen a few.

But this was the first time he encountered an outsider with two children.

After all, whether you arrive here directly from Qinghai via the "Chongtian Hailiu" or via the "Top of the Western Heaven", either method is risky and is not suitable for bringing children along.

"We... this is a long story~"

"We were just ordinary passers-by, eating hot pot and singing on the boat, but suddenly we were beaten by your people!"

"It was the uncle who led the group. He took a cannon as big as a bowl and fired it at my face!"

"Look, my eyebrows are almost singed!"

"嘤嘤嘤~"

Osi, who found the topic, used a combination of defense and attack, and then pretended to cry, pushing all the blame onto the Shandians and quickly occupying the moral high ground.

When the Shandians who were watching the fun heard that their warrior leader could even beat such a young girl, they all looked embarrassed and even looked at Zannik with a strange look in their eyes.

This is not what a qualified Shandia warrior should do!

What's more, the other party is the descendant of the great warrior Kalgara, so this is even more inappropriate.

"Ah! Yes, that's right. I'm so sorry, it was our fault."

"Hey~"

Ossi didn't reply and continued to cry fake tears.

"We will compensate you."

"Is it true?"

At this point, Ossi was no longer sleepy. He immediately stopped pretending to cry and stared into the chief's eyes with burning eyes.

"Well, since we were at fault first, then whatever we can come up with will be used as an apology to you."

The time is turbulent now, and the chief really doesn't want to offend this group of people of unknown origin again.

In fact, he noticed the wound on Zannick's hand at first sight. As the strongest warrior in the tribe could make him so embarrassed, the strength of this group of people should definitely not be underestimated.

It would be best if you could lose money to avoid disaster.

"Then, can you tell me where Shandora is?"

"Varied--"

Hearing the name 'Shandora', the originally calm chief's expression suddenly changed, and the surrounding Shandia warriors also raised their weapons and pointed them at the Osi people.

"Little girl, where did you know this name? And why did you go there?"

The chief distanced himself from Ossi and asked in a serious tone:

"Everyone down here who knows the legend of Rolando probably knows this name. It's nothing special."

"As for why we went there, of course..."

"Did you just say 'Rolando'? Do you know Rolando?!"

Before Osi could finish her words, Zannick, who was not far away, suddenly pushed aside his son who was supporting him and rushed directly in front of her.

The man was obviously surprised and excited when he heard the name of his ancestor's close friend.

"Yes, but he doesn't know me."

As he spoke, Osi told the other party the contents of the picture book "Rolando, the Liar" that he had read when he was bored.

"'Liar', 'execution', how could this happen? How could this happen!"

"My ancestor's best friend, he..."

After hearing that Rolando had been executed and mocked as a joke for four hundred years, Zannick took a few steps back in shock, then fell to his knees in pain.

The other Shandia warriors also looked sympathetic when they heard what happened to Rolando later.

"What's wrong with him? Could it be that Rolando is his relative?"

Osi asked, looking at the chief in confusion.

"Alas~ Wen Brown Rolando was the hero who saved the Shandia clan over three hundred years ago, and he was also the lifelong friend of the great warrior Kalgara. Back then..."

The chief briefly told Osi the story of what happened more than three hundred years ago.

"I see. That's quite a pity indeed."

The two who had promised to meet again were ultimately unable to see each other again due to an irresistible natural disaster, and both died with regrets in their hearts...

"There's nothing to regret."

A cold voice suddenly interrupted.

"Perhaps it was for the best that Rolando and your great warrior never met in the end."

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"What did you say, little brat?!"

"I will never allow you to insult my ancestors and Rolando like this." Zannick said angrily while kneeling on the ground.

"Yeah, Ouba, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Ossi also stood with his hands on his hips and joined Zannick in the conversation.

"Just tell the truth."

Oubey crossed his arms and said indifferently.

"If you think about it for a moment, you'll know what would have happened if the surging ocean current hadn't swept Shandora up into the sky. What would have happened if the king in the story had actually found that place?"

"It's nothing more than you Shandians being plunged into endless war once again."

"How many of your people can there be to protect your homeland from all the greedy people in a country and even the entire ocean?"

"Ossie, don't forget what happened to those Indians."

As he spoke, Obe glanced at the simple tents of the Shandian people around him, as well as the female warriors who were also holding weapons.

"When you are almost wiped out, will you still be grateful to Rolando for bringing the invaders here?"

"When that great warrior saw his wife and tribe members killed one by one by others, would he still be thankful for having made a 'close friend' like Rolando?"

"I guess by then even Rolando himself won't be able to face living in this world anymore."

After these cold words were spoken, almost everyone present fell silent.

Osi said nothing. With the vivid examples on Earth, she understood that Obei had been holding back on what he said just now.

The real situation may be even worse than this.

As for the Shandians around them, they all stood there in a daze, not knowing where to point their raised spears.

The friendship between the great warriors Kalgara and Rolando has always been a story that all Shandians yearn for.

The tribe even regards this story as an enlightenment fairy tale for every child.

But now, they are told another ending to this regretful fairy tale, a more cruel ending called reality.

"How... ironic."

The chief murmured that the beautiful fairy tale in which they, the adults, were deeply immersed was ultimately broken by a child.