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"Coiling Dragon Island?"
Roger couldn't help but Mutter.
At this moment.
A thick fog rose from the sea in the distance.
The sea breeze that was blowing in his face also became noisier.
There was a commotion in the cabin.
Roger could sense it.
The speed of the ship was rapidly decreasing.
The sailors were running around on the deck.
The old captain with the bloodline of the ancient Barrens continent gave out a command that was like muffled Thunder.
He wasn't very good at speaking the common language.
If not for his perceptual authority.
Roger didn't even understand what he was saying!
He lowered his head and listened for a while.
He confirmed that the old captain's orders were nothing special.
All he had to do was slow down and cross the sea ahead.
Just like this.
The divine ship slowly drifted into the fog ahead.
The sailors revealed expressions of fear and trepidation.
