Fallout 4: The Wasteland Life of a Pillager

Chapter 162: The Fog Legend at Far Harbor

Looking at the Xinhuo Army flag fluttering in the wind in the fog, Yi Beiwang always felt that something was strange.

The flaming red flag stands firm in the fog, fluttering in the wind. The artistic conception is quite good, but it is a bit tiring to the eyes.

He still likes to watch the red flag fluttering in the wind on sunny days. That feeling is really invigorating.

Let's go back and take a look at what's going on with the fog on the island, and try to solve it if possible.

Yi Beiwang and Philip entered the Moban Bar. As soon as they opened the door, they heard the owner inside yelling, "Everyone, everyone! Shut your filthy mouths and listen to me!"

"We have survived the invasion of fog and monsters once again. I have decided to invite everyone here to drink a bottle today. I will pay for it. Please applaud!"

When the residents heard that they could get a bottle of wine for free, they shouted: "Mitch! Mitch! Mitch!"

Mitch, who was a little drunk, stood behind the bar. Seeing Yi Beiwang and Philip coming over, he smiled and said, "People from the mainland, you are lucky today. Do you want a bottle of beer to boost your courage?"

Yi Beiwang sat at the bar and said with a smile: "Let's have a stronger bottle. I drank too much beer the past two days and I feel a little nauseous."

Mitch joked: "You are quite thick-skinned, haha, I like it, I'll give you a bottle of vodka!"

"It's called vodka, but it's actually our own strong liquor. If you get sick from drinking it, don't come to us."

"We're from the mainland. The fog on the island is very thick. Let's drink a bottle of strong liquor to warm ourselves up before we set off again!"

After saying that, Mitch took two bottles of wine and gave them to Yi Beiwang and Philip respectively.

Philip drank and silently observed the people in the bar, wondering what he was thinking.

Yi Beiwang also tried to take a sip, and it tasted like a high-concentration, low-quality liquor. It was not tasty, but it did warm the body.

Just as he was about to ask about the news of Old Longfellow, Mitch suddenly approached Yi Beiwang mysteriously and said, "People from the mainland, have you heard of the legend of the fog over Far Harbor?"

Yi Beiwang shook his head, pushed the wine in his hand back, and offered him Mitch's wine.

Mitch didn't pay attention to this detail. He gulped down two gulps of wine and said, "You know what? This island is alive, and the fog on the island is also alive. They are always swallowing up everyone who enters the fog."

"Legend has it that people and things completely enveloped by the fog will change and become different from before."

"Not to mention the monsters on the island. There were many good hunters on the island, but after entering the fog, they all changed and became crazy and dangerous trappers, hunting and killing any living thing they could see."

Yi Beiwang shook his head in disdain, thinking it was just a story to scare children, and asked: "Since it is so dangerous here, why don't you try to leave here?"

After hearing this, Mitch pushed the vodka back to Yi Beiwang and said seriously: "Because this is our home, we will never be afraid of our home."

"If we must die, we might as well die together with those monsters and protect our home."

Yi Beiwang nodded in admiration after hearing this, took a few sips of vodka, and praised: "I've learned a lesson, you are all true warriors."

Mitch smiled and asked, "What about you? Why did you come so far away? Where is your home?"

Yi Beiwang said calmly: "I don't have a home, or rather, my home is very far away from me, the kind I can never go back to."

"I came here to find some friends and figure out how to build a place together that we can call home."

Oh, damn, I am.

Mitch thought Yi Beiwang had encountered some kind of accident, so he quickly changed the subject and made a joke: "People from the mainland, you have to be careful here. There have never been any Dragon people coming to Yuangang. They will try every means to make you lose your way here, hahaha..."

At this moment, a voice came from the corner of the bar: "Mitch, you are lying to these outsiders again. If the fog is really as dangerous as you say, then why am I still sitting here listening to your bragging?"

Yi Beiwang turned his head and saw an old man with a white beard sitting in the corner of the bar drinking whiskey. The people around him were sitting far away and it seemed that no one wanted to pay attention to him.

This must be the old Longfellow. He does look quite old.

But Yi Beiwang did not look down on the other party. After all, to be able to survive on such a dangerous island for so long, he must have some real skills.

Mitch mocked, "I think the mist may think you are too old, and it will be useless even if it devours you, so it will let you go every time."

Old Longfellow retorted: "I survived time and time again by relying on my brain, experience and the gun in my hand."

Mitch snorted coldly, didn't argue with old Longfellow anymore, stretched and went upstairs to sleep.

Seeing this, Yi Beiwang took a bottle of whiskey from the bar, sat next to Old Longfellow, handed him the bottle and asked, "I heard that you are the tour guide of Yuangang. Can you tell me what your special skills are?"