"How can it be so ......?"

Root froze, his small pupils almost occupied by this huge purple vortex, and muttered to himself.

Everyone's faces weren't necessarily so good, even Miss Fairy and White Mist had grim looks on their faces.

The fanged flotilla was the first to blow their horns, and a yellowish mask enchantment opened from their flagship, enveloping all the ships.

Brando soon sees what Root describes as a lightning storm. It was like purple beams of electricity out of thin air, but each one was miles long, and when they swept away, it was like a storm of electric charges swept towards the ship.

The lightning tugged and swept over the light mask, and the light mask shook violently under the terrifying force, but fortunately, the lightning speed was extremely fast, and it swept over in a blink of an eye, and the light mask finally did not collapse after a period of shaking, and it was restored to its original state.

Behind the fanged ship's fleet was the Misty Clan, who stood on the bow of the Dragonhead battleship, holding a heavy, rusty trident and hurling it forward. The Trident struck the purple lightning that swept towards the Mist Clan, cutting it in two, but the scattered charges still swept to the end of their fleet, and several ships were torn apart, whirling along with the Tirmoths on board.

The lightning storm continued to move forward, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of the fleet of Neverwinter Harbor.

Brando looked up at the power of the world, which had been weakened a lot, but it was still breathtaking. However, at this moment, he opened his mouth slightly, because this was not a simple discharge phenomenon, but a huge amount of energy released when the chaotic magic power in the tide of magic jumped from the high level to the low level.

This is not the will of the Sea of Mana-

Most likely, it's not a storm whirlpool.

But......

"To the left! To the left! Miss Fairy gave a hoarse order to the entire fleet at the bow of the ship. Once again, she picked up the lamp of the sea fog and stood at the bow of the ship, the light flickering and swaying in the storm.

The ship was nearing the edge of the storm, and even the Tirmoth's path of light was deflected by the powerful attraction. The whole ship was shaking violently, as if it was going to break apart at any moment.

From time to time, in Brando's field of vision, ships are left behind and swept up in lightning storms. Or be struck by a lone bolt of lightning and turn into a ball of fire.

Seeing this scene, Root was also a little anxious. He muttered with some uneasiness: "This storm is so abnormal, how can it be so large, and the boat group will not be able to hold on like this!" ”

"Millennial tide."

"What do you say, Flame Blade Servant?"

"I say the millennial tide," Brando replied with a straight face, "the millennial tide is coming." ”

Root looked at him puzzled.

But Brando knew in his heart that the awakening of the Dragon of Dusk had awakened the will of the Sea of Magic, and the entire chaotic world was undergoing great changes, and the Great Demon Tide was coming.

"But why fight it?" He muttered to himself.

"What, against what?"

Brando gave Rout a strange look. He pointed to the storm whirlpool, and then to the fleet, without saying a word, but he saw that the goblin was inexplicable.

"The Tooth Clan is behind!" At this time, a voice in the telepathy shouted.

"They're telling us not to stop, there's a turbulent space on the right side of the boat, this is the last message from the Fanged Wise!"

"Wise man?"

Tata's face was pale, but his face remained calm.

"Let's leave them alone and move on." She replied.

"Missing the Tooth Clan. We don't have enough strength to break free from the gravitational pull of the whirlpool, my lord! ”

"Wait! My lord. The Ice Sea Clan keeps us going-"

"What do they want to do?"

"They want to push us out, they must be crazy......"

White Mist tiptoed its claws down on a circle of cables at Brando's feet.

Brando was thoughtful, he glanced down at the latter, and didn't ask her what she said to Andessa, but said, "What's wrong with the boat?" ”

"It's worse than you think," White Mist replied with a solemn expression, "The ship may not survive this storm." Although the Tirmoths are making a last-ditch effort, there is little hope of success, the storm is too big, and it may have something to do with the mutation that is taking place in Vaynd, or it may have something to do with the dragon queen. Blame me for not having anticipated this beforehand. ”

"I don't blame you," by this time, Brando was less flustered, and it didn't help anyway. And he frowned and was thinking about other questions, and said casually and absentmindedly: "Besides, if Lord Martha is protecting us, then there will be no endless road." ”

"There is no way to be endless, this is a proverb of what kind of place, it sounds quite reasonable." White Mist nodded: "That's right, if it's irreparable, Miss Tata will definitely send you out of the ship." ”

"Send me off the ship?"

The icy rain hit Brando's face, and though it was the illusion of the moist water element, it quickly wet his cheeks.

He asked, looking down.

"Miss Tata will gather all the forces to teleport you out of the ship and in the direction of the path of light, where at the end of it is the light gray bay of the Mountain of Storm Stop."

"Although the chances are slim, it is not impossible to succeed. So you are right, if Lady Martha shelters us, we will succeed. ”

"I'm alone, what about you?"

"You are our most important hope, if Miss Tata and I both die here, then you must succeed, if you can't succeed, then there is no hope in this world."

Brando frowned slightly, and he gently wiped his forehead with his left hand, which was cold and full of water stains, and he didn't know if it was sweat or rain.

He stared at the apocalyptic scene in front of him, but in his heart he remembered the story that had happened in "Amber Sword".

"Maybe it's not that bad." Brando replied.

"What?"

"Lady White Mist, do you see the boundaries of the Tiamat Law?"

"What do you say, why do you want to see that, isn't this the boundary of Tiamat's law?"

"It's changing—"

"Are you alright, Flame Blade's Servant?" Rout was stunned, he thought that Brando was already frightened, and hurriedly asked: "Do you want me to help you, I am a relative of Fcedus, I can summon the will of the elemental lord......"

The leprechaun walked between the fingerprints of his palm to his forearm, jumped up and grabbed his shoulder, and climbed up to his shoulder. He stood up from Brando's shoulder, and stood 'side by side' with the latter in the rain, the innumerable light reflected in his small pupils.

Several more boats were swept into the whirlpool, and from a distance it looked as if they had been pulled out of the driftwood and pulled into the center of the whirlpool.

But the group finally avoided the edge of the storm vortex at the last moment, and temporarily avoided the fate of being swallowed.

It's just that it's not something to celebrate.

Because at this moment, directly in front of the ship, everyone saw that a new storm area stretching for thousands of miles was taking shape, and the area it covered was dozens of times larger than the previous storm, and the staggered time and space turbulence and purple lightning inside were desperately dense.

Everyone looked at this newborn megastorm with solemn faces, and they knew that even if they tried their best this time, they might not be able to escape the catastrophe.

The Ice Sea Clan finally sounded the trombone, and one by one of their dragon-headed battleships were breaking away from the ship group and heading in that direction.

Majestic forces came from the direction where the Ice Sea Clan had left, striking the starboard side of the ship, slowly pushing the fleet of Neverwinter Harbor to the other side.

The price to pay for it was that the fleet of the Ice Sea Clan sailed into the center of the vortex at a faster speed, crashing head-on into the lightning storm.

One by one, the dragon-headed battleships burst into bright flames, turning into balls of fire and burning in the void.

Roote looked at this tragic scene and lost his words for a moment.

Brando turned his head to look at the little thing, and he lifted his left hand, took it off his shoulder, and gently placed it on the damp wooden box beside him.

He didn't think about the latter, because every goblin with the bloodline of the elemental lord only had one chance in his life to summon the elemental lord, and that was when he offered his life-

Rout turned his head and looked at him with his mouth slightly open.

"What do you want to do, Flame Blade Servant......"

"I still have a way."

"What?"

Brando pulled out Sina the Frost Singer, one of his riding boots already on the side of the ship, the storm tearing at his robes, the corners of Tirmothy robes rattling in the wind.

He stared at the huge, bright storm vortex and replied without looking back, "Go and tell Miss Sù Tata, let's turn and keep up with the Ice Sea Clan." ”

"Turning?"

White Mist suddenly reacted.

"Brando, you're back!" She screamed.

But Brando had already shot like an arrow.

Miss Fairy turned her head and saw this scene just in time, and her face that had remained unchanged suddenly lost color. "Clan Everwinter," she screamed, "protect Mr. Brando!" ”

The seafolk immediately shouted the trumpet, and the line of law brought up by the giant oar immediately rolled up towards Brando, but Brando only flicked his backhand in mid-air, and the line of law was immediately rolled back by him.

"Mr. Brando!" Tata was also stunned.

Brando, however, was staring straight ahead, where a purple bolt of lightning swept toward him for miles.

In the face of such a violent force, Brando silently raised the shallow sea sword in his hand, Xinna's blade flashed with a strange brilliance against the purple light of lightning, and then the next moment, the ripple-like elemental runes engraved on its blade lit up one after another.

Brando activated the power of this holy sword at the first time.

…… (To be continued......)