It only took a few minutes.
Every savage whose body was exposed to sunlight began to burn beneath its rays, billowing thick white smoke.
At that moment.
Everyone understood why the savages had attacked the ship.
They had no weapons.
But they could turn their own lives into weapons.
As soon as daylight came.
They would spontaneously combust beneath the blazing sun and turn to ash.
At the same time.
The ship would catch fire as well.
A chill spread through everyone's heart.
If those savages had actually managed to swim to the ship just now, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
But at the same time.
They couldn't understand it at all.
They hadn't had any contact with them before.
So why were the savages so hostile?
What were they after?
At a loss, everyone could only turn to the God-Chosen for help.
Ned said, "For the time being, everyone will adjust their schedules. Take turns resting during the day, and stay on guard together at night."
For now.
They could only learn the reason behind all this from the few savages they had captured.
But before they could get to the bottom of it.
They had to be even more cautious than before.
During this time.
The people, on edge at the shoreline, suffered no further attacks.
Ned also tried to communicate with the savages they had captured.
"These savages feel some inexplicable attachment to those birds. They don't seem to regard them as food."
"Hm? They seemed hungry when they saw the dead savages on the shore just now. They wanted to eat their own kind, didn't they? I didn't misread that, did I?"
Priest Moro was astonished.
He couldn't read the savages' thoughts as accurately as he could his people's.
He could only sense their most