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An uninhabited island, with no signs of colonization even for the high elves.

It can only mean that such an island has no value at all, it cannot build a port, and it cannot supply resources.

The entire island is not small in size, with a length and width of more than 2000 meters respectively. There is a beach outside and a large and dense forest inside.

At the beach, the female ratman could no longer suppress her hunger. She grabbed a lot of shells, smashed them with stones, and then greedily ate the meat inside.

If it weren't for this little bit of food to barely fill his stomach, this rat man would probably have starved to death on the beach.

Finally arriving on land, everyone was counting their losses.

Although Mousse could swim while wearing plate armor, in order to save Windlo, she had thrown the plate armor made by the dwarves and the golden badge sword into the sea.

As for Windlow, the losses were even more serious: his own ship, his own money, and his own goods.

Almost all of his belongings were swallowed up by the sea, leaving nothing behind.

It was as if the whole world had played a huge joke on him, taking away everything he had, and he was back to the days when he had nothing.

Even on an island like this, one's life is still uncertain.

"I suggest you not to go over and disturb him. This time I'm telling the truth, Drucci. I hope you understand."

Izexi directly grabbed Mousse's hand and told the dark elf not to get close to Windlow.

As high elves, despite being a maritime power, they also often encounter shipwrecks and lose everything.

Of course she knew what the person needed most right now, which was time to digest.

If we rashly disturb Wendlow, it might cause his mood to change drastically. Now is the time to let him be quiet.

Mousse certainly knew this: when faced with such a sudden disaster, people needed some time to calm themselves down.

But as the Lord of Terror, she certainly knew better that she didn't have time to think about what she had lost, and she had to consider how to get what she needed tomorrow.

"Asul, I have the final say here. This island is still a mystery to us. We need to gather intelligence and pay attention to whether there are any dangerous wild animals in the forest."

"No, no, no, elf thing, this island doesn't have much food and supplies. We should collect resources. Collect resources first."

"I want to go take a look inside the forest. This forest seems to have a corrupt smell."

"Now is the time to find a commanding height and determine the location of the island we are on. This way, we may be able to use the magical wind to contact the nearby high elf fleet."

Except for the unicorn who was quietly eating grass, the other four obviously did not have a unanimous opinion.

Although Windlow seems to be the weakest in the entire team, he is the backbone of the entire team.

Everyone was willing to listen to his orders and carry out his will.

But now, Windlow has no say. Of course, none of the four people are convinced by each other. It is impossible to make the dark elves listen to the high elves, or for the high elves to listen to the dark elves.

The four people completely dispersed, completely ignoring the fact that this was an uninhabited island, and completely ignoring the fact that they had no information about such an island.

In a completely unfamiliar environment, the four people were completely separated and each went to complete their own goals.

In addition to the female ratman, three elves walked into the forest of the island in different directions.

One shell, another shell.

There are not many shells on the island beach, and there are many broken shells.

The female rat-man walked in the shallow water with her head down, picking up a shell from time to time, then biting through the shell with her sharp teeth and sucking the seafood inside.

The taste is good but the quantity is too little.

She walked almost the entire shallows, and the food she found was barely enough to fill her stomach.

At the same time, he slowly walked in front of Wendlow.

Rat Man seldom felt the same way as others, but he also knew how Windlow felt right now.

"The rat people will also gather food before winter comes. Gather food, food, lots of food, to survive the winter."

"If the ratmen's food is stolen by other ratmen or things, the ratmen will commit suicide, yes, yes."

"Put a rope around your neck, or find a tree branch to hang your neck on, and it will be all over. It will be all over."

"But now we still have food to eat. We won't starve to death. No, no, no."

After the female rat finished her words, she actually handed over a shell that she had not eaten yet.

"Eat, eat. Meat is delicious. Delicious."

The most difficult thing for a Rat to understand is sharing.

They are an extremely selfish race and have never known what sharing is.

But after such a long period of contact, I have learned the concept of cooperation.

She saw that humans and elves had united together, so could her own Snek clan also cooperate with humans?

Shell meat?

Windlo did not refuse the shell given by the female rat man. Instead, he used a piece of stone to pry it open easily.

There was indeed fresh shell meat inside, and it looked fresh and plump.

The female rat turned her head away. Although she was willing to share the food, she was still swallowing her saliva.

If Wendlow refused such a thing, she would immediately take it back and eat it.

"Food, eat it, live."

Windlow's originally dull brain finally gained the ability to piece together sentences and think logically.

Yes, when you are trying to figure out how to kill yourself, you might as well think about this question: Are you hungry?

I am indeed hungry.

Perhaps there are still many problems that have not been solved, and perhaps the property scattered into the sea can never be recovered.

But now I'm just hungry and I just want to fill my stomach, that's all.

Picking up the shells, I left the beach and built a simple campfire on the mud.

A small fire was lit between a few stones, with half-opened shells placed on top of the flames. They were slowly heated by the flames and already had a slight aroma.

"Haha."

"Human, what are you laughing at? Curious."

"You're talking about this shell. You never would have thought that the shell that was originally used to protect itself would eventually become someone else's bowl for eating."

"Rat Man doesn't understand what it means. He doesn't comprehend it."

The conversation between the man and the mouse did not last long, and the shell meat on the fire was cooked.

Windlow took out a knife, cut it into two pieces, placed it between two shells, and handed one of them to the female ratman. The grilled shell meat was more delicious and nutritious than the raw one.

"Delicious, delicious. I'll go find more shells."