Sunya Island, inside the primeval forest.

Alger Wilson led a few of his men into an elf ruin that was rarely visited by people.

Withered yellow vines hung down, covering the decayed wooden buildings, and the whole ruins were solidified for a long time without anyone stepping on it.

Alger and a few sailors circled around the ruins in the desolate winter environment, but still found nothing of value.

"Captain, there have been batches of adventurers here, what else can we have left?" Finally, a sailor in his thirties broke the silence with little patience.

This aroused the sympathy of the rest of the companions, and they all echoed: "It didn't take us much time to inquire about the place, others can definitely find it easily."

"Yes, yes, continue to fuck the Feysacs!"

"Captain, do you want to make this a stronghold?"

Alger scanned around slowly, making the sailors stop complaining under his gaze and choose to obey.

After a few seconds of silence, he opened his mouth and said, "I plan to use this place to ambush the Feysacs.

"Let's observe the terrain first to see if it is suitable."

With such an excuse, the sailors pulled themselves together, and the group quickly entered the depths of the elf ruins.

As he walked, Argel had a sudden inspiration, and subconsciously looked sideways at the back of a giant tree.

The soil there shows some signs of turning, and it will not be more than a year old.

Alger withdrew his gaze, pretended not to notice any problems, and naturally looked elsewhere.

After exploring the ruins of the elves, they returned all the way to the new camp.

At this time, it was almost evening, and the forest was getting colder and colder. After Alger and the sailors had dinner, there were only two patrollers left, each entering a different tent.

The biting wind blew through the trees, making the bonfire sway, and Alger, who was about to leave the camp in the middle of the night, suddenly heard a faint singing sound coming from afar.

The singing voice was ethereal and ethereal, like a lady singing softly and slowly, expressing her inner worries.

This made Alger recall the past unconsciously, his mother who had passed away for many years, and his childhood when he was bullied.

Unspeakable sadness surged in his heart uncontrollably, so that he didn't wake up immediately, but waited for several seconds before suddenly turning over and sitting up, frowning deeply, and listening attentively.

This time, he heard nothing, and the melodious singing seemed to never appear.

Alger narrowed his eyes, grabbed the thick jacket and put it on, walked out of the tent, and came to the campfire.

The two sailors in charge of the night watch had just finished a round of patrol and were soaking up warmth there.

"Did you find anything unusual?" Alger asked in a deep voice.

The two lean and strong sailors shook their heads at the same time: "No."

Alger frowned a little, turned around, and planned to patrol around by himself.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a situation:

The two sailors were too close together.

If it is an ordinary pirate, this is no problem, but Alger's men are all sailors who have received formal training from the Church of the Storm, and they must know that in this environment, the patrols must keep a certain distance, neither far nor close. You can see your companions, but you must also prevent them from being taken away by an attack at the same time. JrNovels.com