After ten years of pirates, awaken the lottery system

The place where the Sandians have lived for generations is called Yunyin Village. The seemingly small population has a huge scale. Quinn and others stepped into the tribe above the sea of ​​clouds, attracting the curiosity of many people wearing animal skin clothes. Stop and watch.

As soon as you see it, you can see straight vines stretching like the sky, which is similar to the huge vines in the middle of the island.

Quinn raised his eyes and stared at the sky. I am afraid that only this kind of world can breed these wonderful things.

Most of the tribesmen looked at the group of uninvited guests with vigilance. It was not until Weber came forward to explain that the hidden hostility was alleviated.

Not long after, the chief who was informed opened the tent and walked out. The old man in strange clothes stood quietly, stared at Quinn and others for a moment, and then said: "Come in with me."

Quinn didn't say anything and silently followed the old man and Weber into the tent.

Hancock and the other girls were about to take action, but they saw Lucky approaching and stretched out her hand to stop them, "Please come with me, I will arrange a quiet place to rest."

The Sandian people seemed to have something to tell Quinn. Robin nodded slightly and said with a smile on his face: "There is no need to rest. This is my first time on Sky Island and I am very interested in your environment. If you don't mind, bring me Let’s walk around.”

"No problem." Lucky nodded slightly and said no more. He turned around and walked ahead. Robin and the other girls followed closely and started touring the tribe's scenery.

Inside the tent, Quinn sat on the ground, looking face to face with the tribal chief, quietly waiting for the other person to speak.

The chief handed over a clay bowl filled with light-colored coconut milk that tasted fresh.

"You are the most powerful person I have ever seen, even above that person." The person he spoke of was Enelu.

Weber on the side heard this and became more sure of his guess. Even the chief recognized this person's ability, so he must be a strong man.

"Why do you see it?" Quinn asked calmly.

The chief closed his eyes slightly and whispered: "Intuition...may be the talent of our family."

Quinn nodded vaguely, and then asked with a puzzled face: "You don't seem to be hostile to me?"

The chief sighed softly and whispered: "The person who can make Weber so restrained is probably someone we can't resist at all, so why waste our energy."

Weber's expression on the side was slightly ugly. The other party was telling the truth. As the leader of the guerrillas, he could not protect everyone, and the entire race would be in crisis.

"Chief, he said he could help us take back Apayado."

The chief looked at Quinn in surprise, "Is everything he said true?"

Quinn looked calm and said in an indifferent tone: "I only said that I can help you defeat Enelu. The matter about Apayado should be resolved by yourself."

The chief's expression remained normal, as if he had expected this outcome. "Years ago, Ganfor proposed to me the peaceful coexistence of the two races. The hatred has faded over time. I think we should reconcile with them."

Weber's face turned a little gloomy after hearing this, "Chief, Apayado is originally the holy land of our Sandians, and the Angel Clan should not overstep it!"

"Weber." The chief's wrinkled face remained serious, and his tone was low and hoarse as he said, "Do you know what we Sandians have been protecting for generations?"

"The lights of Shantora." When mentioning things about his ancestors, Weber's expression returned to normal.

"The endless battles have caused bloodshed and sacrifice for future generations. Even if the light of Shandola is spread forever, they will not be able to see the light." The chief looked sad and continued: "As Ganfor said, Apayado has become a god. To take back an inseparable part of our country from innocent people will only bring about a meaningless war."

"The Holy Land is what we have been protecting for generations." Weber was particularly reluctant.

"Webber, our common enemy now is Enelu." The chief said thoughtfully.

Seeing that the other party was struggling, the chief continued: "If what this person says is true, I hope you can put aside your prejudices and face the enemy together with everyone."

Weber struggled for a long time, and finally looked at Quinn, and said with a slight hesitation: "Can you really help us get rid of Enero?"

Quinn nodded without hesitation, "If it's just this kind of thing, I don't mind helping, but..."

The chief and Weber looked at him at the same time, waiting for the next words.

"We have a relationship with a little girl from the Angel Clan. I hope you won't look at this through the eyes of the past."

Weber frowned when he heard this. The other party's words made it clear that he wanted to put aside his prejudices and coexist peacefully with the angel tribe. His views were completely consistent with the chief's.

"Webber, it's time for this to end."

Looking at the chief's firm gaze, Weber seemed to have made up his mind, and said in a low voice: "The chief please discuss this with the Angel Clan, and we will be responsible for driving out Enelu!"

A gratified smile appeared on the chief's lips, "A warrior not only needs to be brave and decisive, but also has a heart that tolerates all things. You have grown into a qualified leader."

Weber listened quietly to the teachings. A lonely warrior must also learn to listen to other people's opinions. He did this well.

"Old sir, it doesn't matter if I call you that, right?"

The chief smiled kindly and said, "Please feel free to address me as you please. If you have any questions, just ask."

"I want to know about the Golden Land." Quinn said.

The chief seemed to have seen through his thoughts and said softly: "I also guessed that you would ask this, but instead of asking, it would be better to go and find out for yourself."

Quinn smiled slightly when he heard this, "That's what I meant. Before that guy comes to the door, I want to go to Shantora first."

Seeing the worried expressions on the two of them, Quinn comforted him and said, "Everything you do has a purpose. My purpose is to observe the Golden Clock, which is what you call the Lamp of Shantora."

The chief looked troubled when he heard this, and said with a slight hesitation: "It is true that the Shandia clan has a legend about the lights of Shantora, but we know very little about the ruins."

Quinn raised his eyebrows slightly, looking confused: "You don't even know where that thing is?"

The chief shook his head slightly and said in a low tone: "For 400 years, we have been fighting against the angel clan in order to regain our homeland. But with Enelu taking the place of the former god, this matter is no longer a simple struggle between the two clans. "

Quinn rubbed the center of his eyebrows, his mind racing with thoughts, his vague memories kept turning, and he flipped through the pictures about Sky Island, but in the end he achieved little success.

"In that case, I have no choice but to look for it myself." Quinn thought for a moment and combined his memory to narrow down the target range to Apayado.

After a while, he became more and more sure of his suspicion. The golden city of Shantora hidden among the island clouds must be under the control of Enel.