Chapter 197: The Angler’s Illustrated Book and the Kraken
Late at night, it was dim.
In the dark and dense forest, Nash, who served as the guide for this trip, stepped on the muddy path and the discomfort of getting stuck in the mud made him frown and said:
"Just last night It’s been raining, so it’s difficult to walk on the road, and there may be wild snakes and venomous insects, so be careful.”
The temperature in the woods in the dark night is very low, the air is humid, and the wet mist sticks to Gray’s arms, making it cool. Yes, she couldn't help but rub her arms and muttered:
"How can you possibly catch something when you go fishing in such a remote place?"
"Maybe he took a long detour just because he couldn't catch fish nearby." Yeats followed Gray, calmly Said, "Then I met a crab spider."
Gray's tone was a little sympathetic: "Fishing is really dangerous."
"Yes, all the Anglers Association's The founder has been trained to become a strong man in the holy realm."
Yeats relied on his agility to walk smoothly on this muddy path and nodded.
After Nash pulled out his trousers from the mud pond, he looked back at the Baron behind him and saw that his steps were light, as if he could walk on the water, leaving no footprints at all.
Terrain has a great influence on low-level extraordinary beings.
In the wilderness, there are objective problems such as poor vision and inconvenient movement. Professions such as druids and hunters who are good at field combat can jump around and defeat powerful enemies here, but mages will be hindered. , it is difficult to exert full strength.
Bards are not good at dealing with harsh natural environments, but Yeats seemed very relaxed in this difficult forest. This made Nash silently admire him in his heart. He pointed to the road ahead and said:
“We will soon reach the place where I fished before. It is very likely that the big spider is still hiding in that lake!”
It had just rained, and the smell of earthy smell wafted in the air. With his keen ear skills, Yeats heard the hissing of wild snakes and poisonous insects. There may be extraordinary creatures in these poisons. They are often small and difficult to detect, and there are many of them every year. Low-level transcendental beings died as a result.
Although Yeats and Gray are low-level, they have eaten a lot of food that increases their poison resistance, so they are said to be immune to all poisons. Yeats also had the talent of being a "Poison Master", and he was not afraid of even the venom of a king-level crab spider.
However, the probability of a king-level monster appearing is very low, and even if it does appear, it will be difficult to be driven by others. Therefore, Yeats speculates that the ones he will be hunting this time are probably commander-level crab spiders.
Yeats thought to himself: "This is the best, it just satisfies my promotion ceremony. Through the wild hunting of divinity, I can be promoted to a three-ring knight!"
Under Nash's guidance, not long after, Everyone saw a small lake located on the branch of Demir Lake. In the dim night, with no light from the stars and moon, the rippling black lake water had layers of ripples.
Yeats dared to fish alone in such a gloomy place at night. Yeats couldn't help but have a respect for Nash. He was a master of night fishing.
"This is where I caught the big spider. It's so scary, it's so big!" Nash quickly walked to a stone by the lake and gestured back and forth in an exaggerated way.
Yeats rubbed his chin and secretly asked the wise salmon in the demon pet plane, saying:
"Feitan, what do you think?"
"If this name If the fisherman’s words are true, then by following the crab spider, you can find the owner who controls it. The top priority is how to lure the crab spider out.”
"It's just as I thought!" Yeats was persuasive, "Then how to get the crab spiders to come out?"
"Let me be the bait. Anyway, it won't be once or twice..." Fei Tan slowly He hesitated and said, "One good thing about forgetfulness is that you don't hold grudges against your friends. Just like the Salmon Knight, I only remember that he took advantage of me twenty-five times in total!"
Yeats was stunned, you Don’t you remember this clearly?
"I'm not asking you to be used as bait. I'm asking you to enter the lake to see if you can find crabs and spiders." Yeats coughed.
Smart Salmon signed a contract with Yeats.
As a four-ring magical creature, it has no soul power, no spells and combat skills, and only has the instinct to slap people with its tail.
It's like a martial arts master who only has internal strength but no tricks.
In addition to its deep internal strength, the Smart Salmon also has a major advantage, that is, it knows a lot. As a follower of the goddess of magic, the wise salmon can tell the origin and cracking methods of most spells, provided it is given time to recall.
Feitan agreed to Yeats's suggestion and asked him to summon himself.
With a weak plane fluctuation, the dark lakeside was suddenly illuminated by the brilliance of Feitan's rainbow-colored scales!
Seeing this magical rainbow-colored salmon, Nash was stunned for a long time, and then his eyes showed deep shock, and he shouted in surprise:
“Rainbow fish? Baron Yeats, did you catch this? But? The rainbow fish described in the "Angler's Illustrated Book"? ”
< br>Yeats was startled, shook his head and said: "You misunderstood, it just happened to have rainbow scales, and it was not the rainbow fish that the Fishing Saint had longed for."
The Fishing Saint, it was for that fish. The honorific title of the Sanctuary Angler. He wrote all his life's knowledge into the "Angler's Illustrated Book".
But this book is not popular among fishing beginners... because most of the "Angler's Illustrated Book" contains water monsters and sea monsters, and it is known as the "Encyclopedia of Sea Beasts". This book is included in the library of Cam River University. Yeats, with his gift of photographic memory, has added it to the memory palace in his mind, and he also has some impressions of the rainbow fish that Feitan said.
The Fishing Saint once chased a rainbow fish in the magnificent North Sea, but the rainbow fish was swallowed into the belly of the giant whale king, so he also broke into the belly of the giant whale king. In the end, he found nothing and broke down in disappointment. The giant whale king's stomach wall burst out of the whale's belly.
Unexpectedly, the rainbow fish followed him and quickly left the whale's belly. The Fishing Saint wanted to chase it, but it was too late, because an indescribable huge sea beast appeared in front of him. The vast sea surface was split by its appearance, which was a hundred times more spectacular than the rise of the deep sea Titan.
The Kraken.
Faced with this invincible opponent, the Fishing Saint had no choice but to return disappointed. The rainbow fish also became one of his great regrets and was recorded in the "Angler's Illustrated Book".
When Yeats read this story, his biggest feeling was...Whale King, you died so miserably!
"Did I misunderstand...?" Nash heard Yeats' explanation and glanced at Feitan from time to time. The shock in his eyes has not disappeared, and he thought to himself.
Anyway, Baron Yeats’s salmon with rainbow scales is really eye-opening!
Actually.
Nash’s words also reminded Yeats.
Yeats secretly asked Feitan, "Could it be you, Feitan, that rainbow fish the Fishing Saint is chasing?"
"Maybe, I don't remember." Feitan replied, " I remember that the North Sea Kraken is a legendary monster that is still alive in the world, but has fallen into a long sleep at the bottom of the sea. "What does it look like specifically?" Yeats was very interested in the North Sea Kraken.
"Like...a huge octopus."
Yeats raised his eyebrows. If this could be roasted and eaten, it would probably fly up to the Rainbow Bridge!
According to Yeats's request, Feitan dived to the bottom of the lake to look for the whereabouts of crab spiders, but after a long time, there was still no news.
The night was dark, and even the last starlight was obscured by dark clouds. Yeats hung the "Soulcaller's Lantern" around his waist, and the blue flames emitted by the lantern made the environment even more eerie.
"Why is the fire in this lantern blue?" Nash asked curiously.
“Because it’s a will-o’-the-wisp.” Yeats replied.
"Haha, Lord Baron, you really know how to joke." Nash laughed.
At this time, Feitan returned from the bottom of the lake and shook his head to Yeats, saying that he had not found the whereabouts of the crab spider.
Not found? Has it already left here, or is the information wrong? While Yeats was thinking, he only heard the sweet and melodious singing, floating from upstream.
The lyrics were sung in the ancient Golden Lion language, but Yeats could still discern the meaning.
“Go to the lakeside~The beautiful fairy walked out of the water, holding the sword in both hands~”
“This is the sword of the king~dedicated to the king of mankind in the atrium~for the world Bring peace and glory!”
This time, Gray actually stayed awake, as if she had made a big success in the will test, and snorted:
"I will not be defeated by the same move! Yeats, let's go, give me Let her click on the colors and see!”
Yeats secretly complained, but you have the same reaction every time when faced with Warcraft food...it always tastes delicious in the end!
Following the singing, everyone rushed upstream, parted a dense bush, and their sight suddenly opened up.
The moonlight shines on the silvery lake, and a pale-skinned, slender and beautiful figure, wearing a white dress, points one toe above the center of the lake in a ballet posture, and raises the other long leg. Raising her snow-white arms, like a swan, dancing gracefully on the lake.
She was not singing at all, but rather the shy daffodils on the lake could not help but sing songs because of her dance.
This picture scroll was like a dream, and the well-informed detective Crane couldn't help but fall into a trance, and Gray was also stunned for a moment.
Nash pointed at the figure on the lake and shouted: "That's her! It's her that's stopping me from fishing!"
The "Lake Fairy" paused slightly.
At the same moment, Yeats pulled out his pistol as fast as Iai and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Ten steps away, the gun is accurate and fast!
(End of this chapter)