Having just finished the battle, the blood and fragments on their bodies hadn't been cleaned thoroughly.
From a distance, the fleet at the dock became alert under the adventurers' reminders.
When Xia Nan and the others emerged from the woods, they could see everyone had already adjusted their formations, ready for battle, looking like they were facing a great enemy.
Upon seeing them and exchanging a few different signals with Lorin, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's the situation, is there a problem on the island?"
The bald, strong Akken, carrying his bizarre giant axe resembling an anchor, quickly stepped forward to ask.
Concern was evident in his tone, but there was also a noticeable eagerness hidden within.
A period had passed since the storm ended, and as a member of the barbarian profession, his spirit once dulled by the raging winds and rain had rekindled, burning within him, inflaming his emotions.
He longed for battle.
