Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Chapter 420 Don Quixote

As night falls, the port is still busy.

Kerridge dragged a large white three-legged dog, Sota, onto the deck, and Frieda followed closely behind with the few luggage.

According to the arrangement of the human traffickers, they, under the guidance of an insider, pretended to be staff members and crossed the dock to board the ship.

"Go in! Stop yelling!"

As soon as the boarding ladder was retracted, the crew members changed their attitude and pushed the stowaways roughly, driving them into the cargo hold.

Once you board this ship, you are willing to take the risk of smuggling. Once the ship leaves the port, your life or death will be left to fate.

This is a ship that goes as far as the Western Continent. In comparison, the route between the North and South Continents is as short as playing house.

Although the cargo hold was crowded, the environment was still acceptable. There were a few empty containers among the full containers, which were converted into dormitories for the stowaways to rest and live.

Like other illegal immigrants, Kerridge was nervous at first about breaking through the maritime control line, but later he became curious about the novelty of the shipping life and fantasized about a new life in the Western Continent.

But all these will quickly disappear during the boring voyage, leaving only a sticky odor, endless numbness, and the fear that always floats above your head.

The route through the western continent is dangerous.

Smuggling on an unqualified ship is full of unknowns.

"Hey, have you heard? Before this ship set sail, there were street performers announcing a death..."

It was said that a few days ago, a street fortune teller suddenly visited several snakeheads in Bayam and warned them of the dangers of traveling to the Western Continent. As a result, those experienced and established snakeheads closed their shops one after another.

This is "Street Artist's Announcement of Death", an ancient taboo in the Rorsted Archipelago: if a street artist goes door to door to announce a disaster, it must be taken seriously.

Most of the stowaways on this cargo ship gathered among these containers for this reason.

At first on the ship, the stowaways complained that this superstitious behavior was absurd, but as the voyage lasted longer, this dark cloud of "dying" gradually gathered above their heads, putting their lives and deaths on the table.

What if... a disaster is really about to happen?

An uneasy mood soon became the main tone in the cabin.

The big white dog with only three legs curled up in Kerridge's arms, suddenly jumped out of the container, and paced back and forth anxiously in the crowded cargo hold.

"...Sota, what's wrong with you? Come back soon..."

Before Kelich could finish his words, a violent impact hit the cargo ship, instantly throwing everyone out and throwing them down heavily.

Someone immediately fell and suffered internal injuries, and spat out blood.

Amid screams and wails, the ship began to shake violently, each wave stronger than the last. The terrifying sound of the water stimulated Kerrich's eardrums.

“…Is this…a tsunami?

"...No, this is an undersea earthquake!!"

Kerrich immediately ran out of the cargo hold.

"Boss, where are you going?"

Frieda exclaimed.

"Go up there! Go to the deck!

"See what's going on!"

Frieda's stupid mind had no idea what her employer was doing, but she knew that the one who paid was the boss.

So the big guy rushed in front with the big white dog to clear the way for his employer.

"Make way! Make way! Anyone with eyes can get out of the way!"

The two men and the dog came to the cabin upstairs, only to find that the situation was worse than they had imagined.

Under the fierce waves, the huge cargo ship swayed up and down like a paper boat. The powerful waves were taller than the buildings on the ship and swallowed the swaying cargo ship in one gulp.

The parts of the ship began to loosen, and the facilities that were supposed to be fixed on the deck turned into curling stones, rushing around under the surging sea water, injuring and crushing the unfortunate sailors.

Some sailors were even swept into the sea by the waves.

The entire shipping team was completely disabled. Kerridge acted decisively, grabbed various things, and approached the cockpit with one man and one dog.

The worst happened.

The broken equipment smashed the cockpit glass under the influence of the tsunami, and the howling sea breeze carried the deadly debris and took the captain's life.

There were only a few operators left, and they were busy in the cockpit with bloody wounds.

"Left full rudder! Left full rudder!"

"The epicenter of the undersea earthquake is Kilia Island on the right. Turn quickly! Get out of here!"

Kerridge, who knew a little bit about everything, immediately rushed forward, kicked the captain's body away, grabbed the steering wheel and turned left to kill him.

"Left full rudder!"

Without the protection of the glass, the cruel sea breeze turned the water vapor into a deadly knife, cutting Kerridge's face bit by bit.

"Left full rudder!"

Frida also joined the operation team, assisting clumsily under the command of others.

"Accelerate, accelerate!"

"We can definitely make it out of the storm!

Kerrich roared at the huge waves like a charging knight, the rudder in his hand was his sturdy reins, and the Arabian horse was neighing under his crotch, heading towards a grand fight to the death.

That is the gate, that is the mountain, that is the cloud, that is the endless boundary marker!

"We will definitely get there--

"Western Continent!!!"

He drew his sword and declared war on the huge wave in front of him.

Then the hundred-meter-high wave fell from the sky.

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After an unknown amount of time, Frida suddenly felt a biting chill and struggled to open her eyes from the wetness.

Where is this...?

...Why am I here?

The sun is so bright... the wind is so cold...

Frida, lying in the tide, shivered violently several times.

An equally wet white figure swayed in front of him, and stretched out a piece of pink wetness to lick Frida's face.

"Wang! Wang!"

The big guy didn't know what had happened. He only remembered that he seemed to be learning to drive a boat, and then he lost consciousness amidst screams and dull pain.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already on this... beach?

Frida touched the inner pocket of her clothes and found her grandmother's ashes brick was still there. She breathed a sigh of relief and stood up from the sea.

This unknown beach was littered with scattered ships and ship fragments, as well as humans and human fragments scattered all over the place.

"Kerich——"

Frieda shouted.

"Kerich——"

He called out his employer's name but got no response, so he began to look through the people and debris on the beach, but didn't find any familiar figures.

It was such a huge beach, but only one person and one dog survived.

Frida stood on the beach in confusion, holding a big white three-legged dog. Then she found a big rock far away from the sea and sat down. She looked at the messy beach and scratched her head in confusion.

This task was not paid again.