Chapter 374

"Master, Finley is not easy!"

After taking a hot bath, Finley complained while eating bread and eating wild chicken legs: "the three-month journey... Is endless!"

"Then speak slowly and don't worry."

Gawain called Lancelot, Marcus, and little maid Lina. The four people formed a table, eating breakfast and listening to the story of Sir Fishman.

Unfortunately, there is no wine.

A good story should be matched with good wine!

"It's like this..." Finley drank water and sighed. His eyes began to be lax and dull. His face, which was already very vicissitudes, was full of bitterness and bitterness to taste the cold and warm of the world.

Three months ago, he left Jinsha village and went to the seaside along Jinsha River for a trip.

As a result, I was bullied by the indigenous fish people as soon as I got to the beach!

A group of Aboriginal fish people arrested him and tortured him. Some fish people wanted to do something to him. Of course, he vowed to die, so he was beaten more.

Fortunately, he has strong ability, IQ and EQ as high as 150. He has exhausted all kinds of deception, won the trust and friendship of the indigenous fish people, and learned their language, so he got out of trouble.

In his conversation with the indigenous fish people, he heard the legend of "deep-sea treasure".

It is said that in the east of the Shenduan mountains, east of the sea mouth of the valley of death, there is a trench at least 10000 feet deep under the sea near the island of terror.

It is said that there are intricate ancient caves in the deepest part of the trench, in which the "son of the sea god" is buried.

At that time, the "son of the sea god", the fishman, Naga and other races, did not know how many treasures they offered, and all were buried in the undersea cave.

It is said that the treasure there can make men silent and women cry, make the king of goblin trade cry poor, and make the greediest dragon dejected.

Why did the island of terror gather 3000 Naga?

It is said that he was ordered by a big man to think about the treasure of the son of Poseidon.

After countless years, the fishman and Naga have been trying to salvage those treasures, but they have never succeeded.

Because in the depths of the trench, there are countless sea monsters sleeping, guarding the tomb for the "son of the sea god".

Those legendary sea monsters make no one dare to approach.

Finley, a member of the Azeroth explorers Association, never believed in the "son of the sea god", but the story still attracted him.

So he traveled a long way and made a firm trip.

He didn't go ashore, because he knew that the shore was terrible. With his small body, as long as he was hit by jackals, he was basically dead.

So he had to hike along the beach.

I don't know how many times I have slept in the open air, and how many times I have been in danger. Even the clay monsters in my company have lost them. Only then did I finally come near the terrorist island. Sure enough, I saw many Naga wandering above the trench!

Sometimes, you can see the huge dark shadow churning under the sea, which is the deep blue fear hidden in your heart.

Then Finley was found by Naga.

Several of them began to run away.

In the end, the hydrologist and the angry fin tide Hunter died, leaving him alone.

Another month later, he finally escaped back. Only he knew how much pain, struggle and torture he had during the period, and the feeling of helplessness.

With that, Finley blinked and tried to squeeze out a tear.

It looks pathetic.

……

……

A 10000 foot trench?

The tomb of the son of Poseidon?

Gao Wen's heart moved, looked at Lancelot, and hurriedly asked, "Uncle Lancelot, have you ever been to the terrorist island in the Thousand Island principality?"

"Have you been to...?"

Lancelot was obviously uncertain: "I don't know much about the history of the Principality of Qiandao. Basically, your mother told me. You know, with her, I must not be in the mood to listen to her..."

Well, when I didn't ask.

Gao Wen rubbed his temples and thought seriously.

The Principality of Kuril should have been to the island of terror.

According to the claim of the pandragon family, the terrorist island is also the territory of the Principality of Qiandao. In terms of administrative division, it belongs to Yom Kippur Island, under the direct jurisdiction of the Archduke, and the territory is sacred and inviolable.

The sea emperor sails constantly and inspects the sea emperor's border once a month. The terrorist island is on the border of the Principality of Qiandao. It is reasonable that the sea emperor should go often.

But that's not what Gawain cares about.

He even wanted to know whether the people of the Thousand Island principality had ever been to the terrorist island before the Haihuang

The legendary undersea cave of the fishman!

Time is eternal and terrible, erasing everything.

No one can tell what happened a thousand years ago. Even if there are documents, it is useless, because history is written by people. If it really involves some secrets, it will not be spread at all. At most, a few people such as Duke Qiandao know it.

Therefore, there is no need to explore.

If you want to know, just go and have a look.

"Start after lunch."

Gawain chuckled, "Uncle Lancelot, I won't take you this time. 10000 feet deep, none of you can go!"

Ten thousand feet is more than three thousand meters.

At that depth, the pressure is so high that even the blue whale can't dive on the earth.

Generally speaking, normal human diving can't stand more than ten meters deep. Twenty or thirty meters is great. Even the whole set of diving equipment looks like 200 meters at most. No one can bear such a strong pressure.

But this is a magical world. The constitution of creatures is far more than that of the earth, and the body structure is also very different, far more magical than that of earth creatures.

Not to mention, there is magic comparable to technology.

Anything is possible.

At noon, he will go on a long journey again. Gawain must keep his best state, so he did not enter the adventure mode.

With the mermaid jazz, Gawain galloped to the beach.

At first glance, I saw the huge old shark mouth!

Surrounded by hundreds of thousands of fish people, it stands out from the crowd and has outstanding talent and appearance. It seems to have become the leader of the indigenous fish people. Of course, the real leader is not it, but the old blind man.

In less than ten days, these guys became the fish man leaders in this area by relying on the advantage of force. At the same time, they preached, making the total number of Gaowen believers break through the 2000 mark and move firmly towards 3000.

Fishman is not a powerful race after all, and it is almost difficult to exist at the legendary level. I don't know whether there is Yom Kippur or not. Even if there is, it doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm sure I can't beat the old shark's mouth.

Therefore, as long as the old blind man and the old shark mouth are given enough time to rule all the fish people on Yom sin Island, it will certainly not be a problem.

"How deep can a fisherman dive?" Asked Gawain.

"... a thousand feet?" The old blind man is uncertain, mainly because he didn't dive so deep.

Most fish people live in shallow water. Only Naga and sea monsters can occupy the deep sea.

Of course, some special fish people can dive thousands of feet into the deep sea, but the indigenous fish people here are certainly not among them.

Moreover, diving ability is not only related to body structure, but also related to physical quality.

The old blind man has excellent physical quality. His diving ability must be much stronger than that of ordinary fishermen. Of course, the old shark mouth is stronger.

"Keep working hard. Set a small goal for you: expand to 5000 within half a month."

Gao Wen encouraged him, then looked at the old shark's mouth: "take Finley with you, set out now, go to the trench of terror Island, and wait for me there!"

"Yes!"

The old shark's mouth had a deep and thick voice and stretched out a hand.

"Then... I'll go first?" Finley was helpless.

The three-month expedition has just ended and will start again?

Master, are you a little... Too much?

But he didn't refuse, mainly because he couldn't refuse.

Step by step, he turned his head and walked to the hand of the old shark mouth. Then the old shark mouth carefully raised his hand, put it on his head and waded south.

It has to bypass the southern waters of Yom sin Island, and then go all the way north and cross half the coastline, at least 600 kilometers. It can't reach it in a week.

After all, fish people don't swim very fast.

And take time to eat.

The size and appetite of the old shark's mouth determine that he must spend at least one-third of his day eating

In this week, Gawain also has something to do.