Torre woke up feeling soaked throughout. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was raining heavily, and the storm above the sea looked terrible, and the sky was dark and gloomy, with only overwhelming water in front of you. The combination of raging waves and pouring rain made it difficult to tell the line between heaven and sea, and for a moment, Torre even thought of the world's devastating apocalypse in the legends of ordinary people.

Although he already knew that most of the legends that had been circulating among humans for a long time were the masterpieces of extraordinary wizards, sometimes he really wondered if there were really so-called gods in this world, otherwise, why was there such a big difference between ordinary people and wizards in the same world?

The sea water mixed with the rain poured into his mouth when he woke up, and at once he was unprepared, Torre was directly choked, and he got up and coughed incessantly.

When he finished coughing, he realized that he was no longer on the small lifeboat.

It seems to be a small black floating island, but the ground is a strange material, and in such a storm, it can actually rise and fall with the waves without the slightest danger of rolling over.

Flitton was in front of him, saw him wake up, nodded to him, and handed him some water, and a little food, and on the left hand side was Larel, who was still in a coma, and his whole body was wet, and the clothes he had changed in order to leave were relatively simple, so he was a little thin, and now he was supporting her carcass, and to be honest, Larel was a rare beauty, and all kinds of temptations were clearly visible in such a state. Torre couldn't help but blush, turned his head, and then saw Flitton's gaze, only to find that the other party's gaze did not take a ** look, and there was no change in his eyes when he looked at him and when he looked at Larel.

Holding back from looking at Larel's body, Torre saw the forefront, where his master, Phil, was. In front of him seemed to be the corpse of the merman he had seen in Songzi City, with an invisible barrier above him, keeping out both rain and seawater.

What time is it? Wasn't he on a lifeboat? How did it end up here? Is it still in the thick fog?

Exactly, what happened?

Torre found a chaos in his memory, and it took him a moment to remember what he had been through.

The suddenly shattered lifeboat, the dark sea, the huge octopus, the sea snake like the sea god, and the dense demon shark......

Then, at some point, he passed out.

So now, did they escape?

"......" Torre opened his mouth to ask something, but found that his throat was dry, and he suddenly lost the ability to speak.

Flitton, however, seemed to know what he was going to ask: "Yes, we escaped, eat well, don't ask more." He didn't roar loudly, but the sound of the waves and rain reached his ears clearly.

Torre glanced at his master, nodded, and looked down as he ate carefully.

Although this floating island is undulating all the time, it is very stable, so it is quite stable to eat.

It wasn't long before Larel woke up, she was weaker and looked very uncomfortable, but she wasn't sick, and it was hard for them to get sick with their master.

Fliton handed over water and food as usual, and Torre leaned into her ear to tell her what was going on. Unlike Freeton, who didn't have an affected voice, he told her that they were now on a floating desert island.

"And how are we going to get to the Bering Islands?" Larrell still had some doubts.

"Don't worry, the master will solve it!" Torre said.

"Rest assured," it was Flitton, "the problem is solved." ”

As soon as his words fell, a huge fishtail suddenly stood up behind everyone, raised high, and fell heavily, and the entire "floating island" floated up, at this time, they finally saw the truth of the floating island where they were, a huge whale, cleaving the wind and waves in the turbulent sea, fearlessly moving forward.

"Oh my God!"

Torre and Larel exclaimed involuntarily.

The storm above the sea didn't last long, and the whale they were in was trying its best to swim out of the storm belt, and soon the weather was sunny.

For Flitton, it didn't make any difference whether it was a storm or a sunny day, and he was still training his midges, but the owner had taken a few of them before, and he guessed that it might not be long before there would be flying midges.

Larel is sorting out what happened before, after all, what happened on his own merchant ship Larel, how can it be easily let go, let the operators of the entire sea ship commit suicide, who did this kind of thing, and who is it against, if they don't figure it out, when they see Thomas, she will be used to make amends to Phil, right? This kind of thing has become commonplace for her. Because of this, she is still looking for any connections she has in the Bering Islands other than her sister, who can save her life when the time comes.

Torre still didn't have much to do, so he continued to practice his sword, and after really seeing the picture of his master and the battle of Freeton, he was a little overwhelmed. And the master kept him free in this way, without commanding anything. In fact, he also hinted at whether he could make him as good as Flitton, and he was willing to try it if the method was not too difficult, but if he wanted to eat people raw like Flitton, he might have to think about it. But the host apparently had other arrangements for him, so nothing was said.

Phil's arrangement for Torre is only to study the strange magic in his body, so he doesn't think much about improving his strength or anything, besides, Freeton is a unique special case in the wizarding world, and he has no way to copy it, and he hasn't really cracked the mystery of the mirror butterfly. He was currently studying the Demon Sharks, and he was very interested in the race, especially after seeing their sluggish realm. This kind of demon merman can only appear in Qingyun, and he also secretly controlled a few heads in the previous battle. Their realm has some similarities with the realm of the official wizards' guild, but Phil hasn't really felt the wizard's realm, so he doesn't know very well. However, if he can thoroughly understand the realm of the Demon Shark and master it, it will be another good means.

Several of them were wholeheartedly doing their own thing, completely oblivious to the situation around them, and the only exception was Torre, who did not have that ability.

By the time Phil realized something was wrong, it was too late.

This sea of green clouds, danger, does not only exist in the green clouds.