"Agreed?"

White Mist nodded. Although we do not know the content of this agreement, we can also see some clues from the expression of Elranta today, and the continuous weakening of the level of the power of order should be the plan set by the Council of Truth, which is also the origin of the mortal age. But the Truth Society, including Odin himself, loved the legend in the Poetry of the Firmament, that if a hero like the Azure Knight was born among mortals, perhaps he could decide the fate of the world, and until the last moment, they still wanted to return to the time when the 'parents' still existed in the world. ”

"The chosen one is the Silver Queen?" Brando asked.

White Mist glanced at him again.

"Maybe, maybe not. But in any case, Constance being toyed with by the Ring of Ashes represents the last hope of the reopening of the Council of Truth, and after the seven holy witnesses have witnessed it, it is time to set about correcting history. ”

"Correcting history?" The proposition was so big that Brando felt a little incredible.

"To put it simply, Odin had left a glimmer of hope for the ruined world, otherwise the war between the Miners and the Four Sages would have had to split Vaynd apart, and in fact he hadn't even called back the Earth Legion that was fighting the Twilight Species outside the elemental barrier. On the final battlefield, he should have taken a step back with each of the four sages, and he made a thousand-year wish to prove himself right, and the seven holy ones testified to him, but it turned out that he was still wrong, and that was it—"

Bai Wu replied, "Of course, this may just be my guess - how about it, don't you think it's child's play?" ”

Brando was silent for a moment before he said, "Actually, it's not that I can't understand it, I think Lord Elranta can't tell right from wrong, they just want to overthrow the rule of the Minr." The proposition of fighting Twilight was too big for them—nay, even for the entire mortal world. ”

He looked up and looked ahead, and they stopped in front of a closed wooden door, outside the top deck of the ship, the thin door could not hide the sound of the wind and rain outside, and the sea water poured out of the crack. It cascades down the stairs like a hanging waterfall.

Occasionally, a white electric glow seeped into the gaps between the wood, imprinting several long bands of light in the dark aisles.

"A thousand years sounds like a long time, but it's still too short for this war, and seriously, I'm not sure if this world can fight the Dragons of Dusk, not to mention that Odin will think so, it's me, and I think maybe it's better to go back to the time when the gods were still on the earth." He whispered, "The power of mortals is too weak. How is it possible to fight against the twilight ......"

"But we can't go back, the gods have long since left," the white mist's eyes reflected the appearance of Elder Caib putting his hand on the door and pushing it open, "And the time left for us is so short, if Elranta and the others can't seal the dusk, the whole world will face this catastrophe." ”

She paused for a moment, and could seem to hear the door creaking open and the wind pouring in from outside. Everyone subconsciously shivered, even Andessa, who was standing far away.

"And even if it succeeds." The voice of the white mist was blown away by the wind, and it seemed a little intermittent: "It's just a delay of a few decades of fate, the future world will eventually face that qiē, the war outside the elemental barrier has lasted for thousands of years, whether the Earth Legion still exists, and what is the attitude towards our world." No one can tell. ”

"But in any case," she replied, "the future is at least in the hands of mortals themselves." ”

"Is this Martha's desire?" Brando muttered.

"That's exactly what Martha wants."

The storm had completely invaded the ship's cabin, drowning out the conversation between the two.

The wind turned the narrow passage into a howling corridor, and the sea slammed into the face, as if Elder Cabe had opened a tattered wooden hatch. Rather, it is a valve at the bottom of the cistern, and the sea water is connected into a wave, like a waterfall.

The leprechaun who was carried by Brando screamed and covered her face with her hands, but of course it basically didn't help, and soon she was a soup chicken.

However, the others were basically unaffected, and before the sea water could reach them, they were blocked by an invisible force, and after a few flickering moments of the silver thread of law, the sea water shattered and landed on the wooden planks to form a circle of white foam.

Elder Caib stood tall in the wind and rain, his robes already soaked, but the short and fat Tirmoth man was unaffected, as resolute as a statue. This is the nature of the seamen, watching the sea, conquering the sea, and this wind and waves seem to them to be no different from the showers of a summer afternoon.

Brando heard the sound of a trumpet coming back and forth, not like a human sailor's trumpet, but more like a series of whistles that seemed hurried in the pouring rain, and then he heard a long trumpet sound in the distance, and a pillar of light pierced through the pouring rain curtain and shone on the opposite side.

This pillar of light was linked to the pillar of light emitted by the ship, and a bright path of light was formed on the dim sea, and he stood on the deck, looking at the dozens of dragon head warships on the rough sea surface that were breaking the waves along this path of light, and he couldn't help but feel a heroic spirit in his heart.

He had already seen the outline of another group of ships looming in the storm, and White Mist said to him loudly, "They use their lights to transmit information and inform each other of the undercurrents and whirlpools nearby, it should be the nearest group, there may be several more of this size in the vicinity." ”

"Is that so, Elder Caib?" Brando asked the Elder of the Tirmoths in front of him.

The latter nodded, and a voice from the heart sounded in the minds of several people: "That's the fleet of the Mist Clan, they just returned from Faressa, they hunted a sharp seal, a good catch-"

"Faresa is the Sea of Ice, and it's home to the Crystal Stag." White Mist said immediately.

Brando nodded, Malocha is not on this boat, sacred creatures are born to lead people out of the way, and the crystal stag is the best guide in the storm, the reason why they are so respected in this line of work is only one of the reasons why the identity of the traveling mage is only one of the reasons, and Malocha's existence is also indispensable.

The latter should be on the leading warship at the front at the moment, leading the way for the entire ship group.

"How far are we from where we trade?" He asked again.

Elder Cab raised a chubby finger. "There is less than a chain of light away, and as long as you pass through the Strait of Bones, the storm will stop." His voice said in everyone's hearts, Brando didn't understand how far the chain of light was, and the white mist obviously didn't know either, so this time she didn't speak.

However, what Brando didn't understand was how there could be a strait above the vast sea, he looked left and right, and although the visibility in the storm was extremely poor, he could still see that the sea level was far away in the sky, connecting with the dim clouds, and there was no shadow of land nearby, let alone any strait.

But he soon understood what the Tirmose elder meant.

A strait rose out of thin air from beneath the surface of the sea, like the fangs of a pair of monsters, to be exact, and two black cliffs stood rootless above the vast sea.

They were not known how high, but the sea between the two cliffs was a dozen nautical miles wide to Brando's eyes, and the huge mass of Tirmoths passed through them, as small as a swarm of ants floating across the water.

And as Elder Cab had predicted, as soon as the strait was crossed, the storm on the sea gradually subsided, as if there had been a storm and raging waves, and after a moment the sky was clear and the wind and waves calmed down.

The white waves calmed down, and the shallow sea regained its original appearance, the sea was as flat as a mirror, the endless sea and sky were the same color, and the only unpleasant thing was that there was still a faint mist all around. Brando could see that there were many reef pillars in the mist, and these huge stone pillars were widely spread over the sea, and they were covered with all kinds of huge skeletons, some of which looked like some kind of sea beast or cetaceans, but some of which were in human form, undoubtedly the remains of some kind of giant.

When Brando saw the bones, he knew in his heart that they had arrived in the Sea of Bones.

This is the epicenter of the storm.

The group of ships he had seen earlier had come far away at this time, the fleet of the Tirmothians seemed to be much smaller than the group of ships in Neverwinter Harbor, and although it had a few of these large ships, it had far fewer dragon ships on the periphery, and the flagship was far less spectacular than Oberwulf.

The Misty Clan's group of ships in Elder Keb's mouth slowed down a few nautical miles away from the fleet, maintaining a speed almost parallel to the Harbor of Eternal Winter Boats, but soon, Brando saw a dragon warship emerge from the group and approach them.

It wasn't until the dragon head battleship got closer that he could see that the crew on it was very different from the crew of the Neverwinter Harbor, there were very few goblins or other shallow sea native species on the ship, and there were all Tirmoths on it, but their attire was slightly different from the Tirmoths of Neverwinter Harbor, except for one who was wearing a robe, almost everyone else wore thick fur coats and different tattoos on their bodies.

Elder Keb pointed to the robed Tilmoth man and said, "That's the Misty Elders, they are very close to us, Miss Tata used to study in the Misty Clan when she was young, and the Misty Elders can be said to be half of her teacher. ”

Brando nodded, some knowledge can only be understood when you go out of the house, and this is the so-called traveling thousands of miles and reading thousands of books. Miss Fairy knows so much about the shallow sea, and is so knowledgeable, that she must have traveled a lot of places when she was young, in addition to being the Holy One.

And the ability of the student surpasses that of the teacher, which is nothing for a genius.

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(PS: Continue to ask for a monthly pass) (to be continued......)