"By the way, what's going on with that port?"
On the way to the island, Ask was still obsessed with the mysterious port.
He remembered very clearly that in the copy scene of the original game, there were no man-made buildings on the island, let alone a port.
Even these mermaids have never appeared, and the entire copy is filled with nothing but undead.
In fact, the absence of mermaids is normal, as it can be explained as "the arrival of the dead, killing or expelling these mermaids."
But razing buildings is another matter. Even NPCs' actions must be logical. The ghost fleet of the Banshee King came here not to hide from the players... but to accumulate strength to counterattack the mainland.
The next version of the plot also verifies this.
Therefore, if there really was a port on the island, the Banshee King would never have demolished it.
If you think about it this way, there seems to be only one explanation:
The butterfly storm caused by Ask's arrival caused the port that should have been erased to not be erased... or the port that should not have appeared appeared here.
However, despite Nora and Medea's attempts to probe them, the mermaids were hesitant and could not answer. The mind-reading results showed that they were not lying, but they really did not know about the port.
Because some of the tribesmen had disappeared there, they were extremely afraid of the island and usually did not dare to approach the nearby waters.
Ask: …
To be honest, the more weird the port was, the more he didn't want to go there!
However, after all, the demonic tide is here. If we don't rule out the possibility of mutation, and it erupts along with the demonic tide, the trouble will be multiplied thousands of times.
Oh, never mind. Let's go and have a look.
The mermaids surrounded the Azure Sword's ship and, when they reached shallow waters, they refused to move forward no matter what.
So everyone had to sail forward and finally stop the boat at a berth near the port.
This port... It was not until everyone got close to it that they realized it was indeed indescribably strange.
The wooden trestle tied with cables, the kerosene lamps hanging from the poles, and the tourists wrapped in coats make it feel like you’ve been transported back to the Middle Ages.
Even the most remote villages on the continent would at least have a church, and as long as there was a church, there would be some technological items in the village, such as ordinary light bulbs and simple coal-fired engines... Anyone who had used the simplest tungsten filament light bulb would never want to use kerosene lamps again. Not only was the temperature of that thing unpleasant, but the light was also dim, which was simply an eye killer.
"Asker..." Mi'er suddenly said in a low voice and pulled his clothes.
Only then did everyone realize that these "tourists" who had tucked their bodies into their clothes had a pair of pointed ears faintly visible under their hoods.
Half-elf? Ask was slightly startled, then immediately reacted.
No, these are pure-blooded elves!
Sheila was also a little dazed watching from behind, because she clearly saw the "guards" standing by the port with magical mithril tattoos on their necks.
The arcane mage's magic circuit.