On the evening of December 30, 599 in the Misty Calendar, the port of Guior, near the broken lighthouse, was crowded with people.

It's a once-in-a-century event where the Crystal Barrage rises before people's eyes, the Styx rises, and the Nagfar pokes out of the water to cheer and the Lord Hablon cleans its hull to announce the start of the fishing season.

The time moved towards the middle of the night, and as the tide couldn't help but count down, there was a strange sound at the mouth of the sea.

The River Styx, which flows smoothly into Nilverheim, ripples ripples on the otherwise calm surface of the water, forming shallow whirlpools, as if the air above is flowing along a similar trajectory.

On the surface of the river, which is about 100 miles wide, the few 15 wizards of the port of Geoor gathered here, floating in the air, standing in a circle, under the leadership of Hablon, using a magic circle to gather the elements within a radius of 100 miles, and the ripples on the water surface were caused by the storm brought by the elemental whirlpool.

If you want to describe it in the data, the other fourteen people together are not as tall as Hablon alone. Unfortunately, it's a team spellcast.

Looking at the past, in the dark night sky, they are like a string of colorful neon lights, and the lights are flowing.

The high concentration of the elements made the air viscous, and the breathing of the wizards was clearly audible. If someone had struck a match and had managed to break through the barrier under Hablun, the explosion would have been enough to blow up the port of Geoor.

The crystal-cast barrage slowly rises, and the gilded exterior is still dazzling under the erosion of the river, and the moment it emerges from the water, it reflects the light from overhead.

"Wow-"

The sound of continuous water sounded, the river hit the dam, stirring up waves, and the water level slowly rose like a child climbing a tree.

With the water level on one side and the levee on the other, the two race to rise like a race, but the latter is clearly faster.

The barrage stops when it rises to a certain height, and the floodgates below open, and the long-standing water pours out under high pressure, and the speed of the flow seems exaggerated, but far less than the speed of the accumulation on the other side. So in the eyes of the tide people on the bank, one side is the rushing river, and the other side is the rising river.

The curiosity of some young people overcame their fear of the River Styx, and they rushed to the shore to watch the spectacle. The approaching river made them both excited and scared, and the excitement was spontaneous.

Hablon didn't say anything when he saw it, and at this time of year, someone would use his own actions to warn others about the fragility of life.

……

When the water level rises to a certain level, the shadow of a behemoth suddenly appears in the murky river.

A faint green light shot out of the water, and you could faintly see the hollowed-out but covered hull of the boat.

The crowd boiled all at once......

"Is that the Nagfar!"

"It's out, it's out! See the bow of the ship? That old blind man with a scythe on his back! ”

"Fuck you old blind man! That's the ancestor of Lord Hablon! It is said that his eyes were blinded by Niudra! ”

"You even said that guy's name! It's horrible......"

"Humph, coward!"

……

Before the discussion was over, the huge hull of the ship burst up, broke through the water, and set off a huge wave, and the raging tide fell towards the shore, and the excitement on the faces of the young people was swallowed up by the huge wave before it could turn into fear, and there was no scum left.

"I said it earlier, don't get so excited." An elderly man pursed his lips, remembering his brother who didn't listen to persuasion a hundred years ago.

"See, tell your children that in the future."

He said to the young man who had listened, and the latter nodded like garlic.

……

More than a hundred figures landed on the deck one after another, naturally lined up in two rows, and the stars stood out like a moon.

The latter walked up to the bow statue and reached out to hold the rudder.

It's said to be a rudder, but this giant cruise ship controlled by magic doesn't need such retro things at all, everything relies on elements and magic circles, and the rudder is just a symbol of the hipsters. They were nostalgic for a long time ago, when the Styx and Nilverheim were filled with hipster boats.

His right hand melted at a speed visible to the naked eye as the flesh came into contact with the river water that remained on the rudder, as if the clump of meat was slicing into a pan of oil.

A circle of fire burst out of the palm of the hand, swung down the floor in a spiral along the rudder, spread out onto the deck, and soon enveloped the entire ship.

Wherever the flames passed, the damp hull covered with coral and limescale was instantly evaporated, and the heavy appearance was lost, and suddenly the sloppy tramp who had not bathed for a hundred years became a refreshed and handsome young man.

The only price is a hand.

Hablon lowered his hands, his wide sleeves obscuring the process of limb regeneration. He turned to face the hot-eyed Hipster and gave a brief command.

"Now, get ready to board!"

"Long live the hipsters!"

The deafening cheers soared into the sky, even reaching the depths of Nilverheim.

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January 2, 600 in the Fog Calendar.

The port of Geol is full of people, the boarding work is coming to an end, and the evening is the time for the big ship to depart.

Generally speaking, there are at least 1,000 people who come on board from here, including the waiters and staff, and those who come from other places to admire the pomp and circumstance of the end of the last century.

Boarding tends to last 1-5 days, depending on the number of visitors, mainly affected by the process of personnel verification, etc., and occasionally extended, such as one time in history, some people said that the Michao people issued a new rule, and those who board from the port of Guiorr can get more in the end, so that almost more than 1,000 passengers boarded here.

Another example was the case when there was a rumor that Nioudra had destroyed the port of Guior, and that there was not a single survivor of the Michaos, so many people gave up going to the port, and the Nagfar set off on the evening of 1 January.

But in any case, the ship always stays here for a day and ends with an invitation to the passengers for a grand farewell ceremony. As for why, it is a mystery to most people.

This time was even more special, more than 400 passengers were boarded in two days, and there was not even a farewell party, and the ship was about to set sail, which surprised many "old" passengers.

Equally surprising were another group of Michao people, who, though they had lost their combat effectiveness due to illness or wounds, had all served Hablon without exception. In the last fishing season, they were ordered to capture a group of people like them at this time, and they felt that this order was perfectly correct, because the phrase "the Tidemen will either die in the River Styx or die on the battlefield".

But now give them another chance, and they must feel that this sentence is shit.

At the beginning, the old, weak, sick and disabled were sent to the ship, stuffed at the bottom of the boat, and when the guests on the ship pushed their glasses and changed their glasses, they drank and talked, and shrank at the cold bottom of the boat, waiting for death.

At this moment, they know very well that they are facing the same fate.

However, until the evening, when the cheers of the people subsided and the sound of the big ship breaking the waves was silenced, they did not usher in the fate they imagined......