This month, let's change it to 5,000 words a day, and next month it will be updated with 10,000 words. Because this month I plan to release a new book.

The new book genre is science fiction -- an apocalyptic crisis --

Ten years later.

The mage world in the eastern region has undergone earth-shaking changes, starting with the demise of the Blood Piercing Organization, followed by the rise of the Nova Glory Mage Guild. With the resources of Glory Sky City and the name of a fourth-order mage, its expansion speed was even more exaggerated than that of blood piercing.

It can be said that such a union is equivalent to the power of two empires.

In the evening, in the golden sky, countless rays of sunlight shone through the red clouds, dyeing Glory Sky City a golden yellow. In the city, the gray spires and shop walls reflect a faint golden light.

The noisy streets, most of the pedestrians coming and going are dressed in black robes. Some of the younger mages were bored moving from the nearby shops to the central academy, guilds, taverns, and so on.

Ahead of the street is the core of the glorious heavenly city sky, the palace of the city lord.

On the gray palace railing, there stood a black-robed mage with a metal bracelet on his left hand. A pair of deep eyes look at the setting sun.

Under the setting sun, his shadow is infinitely elongated, like an immortal statue.

"It's been ten years, and I didn't expect that ten years have passed since then. Hey, it's time to go to the Nightmare Frontier to find the top magic sealers and kill those fourth-order adventurers. ”

Grant let go of the railing and turned to walk to the rear gate. Four gray-and-white textured stone pillars supported the entrance of the gate in a staggered manner, and two black-robed mages stood on either side. Take care of everything in front of you.

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"What? Grant, you're leaving now? ”

The hall is brightly lit. A long table with enough room for fifty people, Tefir. Emile and the others apparently did not expect Grant to leave at this time.

Grant closed his eyes, tapped his right hand on the table covered with a white cloth, and muttered, "Well, in the ten years I've been here, Glory Sky City has been stabilized. My alchemy level has risen to the level of being able to create fourth-order magic weapons, but it is limited to the material. In terms of potions, I can make potions that are suitable for the top of the third order. Now that you've been getting ready, it's time to go to the Nightmare Frontier to run errands. ”

"I'll go with you!" Tefir and Emir raised their hands at the same time, and said in unison. It didn't take long for them to say that. They all turned their heads to look at each other in shock.

"The minimum of the Nightmare Border is also the third order, and there are also mages of the fourth and fifth orders, and some of the sixth order mages will occasionally move there, it is too dangerous for you to go. Now relying on the condensate is only the top of the second order, and it is still almost accumulating from the early stage of the third order. ”

Grant shook his head and immediately rejected the plan. In his opinion, the two guys in front of him went to the Nightmare Frontier completely to seek death.

Emir and Tefir lowered their heads, obviously knowing that the Nightmare Frontier was far from being something they could go to.

Lillian was there holding her knife and fork, looking at a meat pie in front of her.

Baked golden pies. The finely chopped meat and green shallots on top look extra tender. A slightly charred area forms a hard shell, which is darker in color.

She took a gentle bite, and the texture was crisp, with diced meat and shallots. The pie is chewy, fragrant but not greasy, and even salty.

Haven't eaten a few bites yet. Hearing the arguments on both sides, he proposed, "Let's just do it." It was still a long way from the Nightmare Frontier, and Emile and Tefir simply accompanied Grant to the port of Ainite. What do you think? The plan I'm talking about is still good. ”

Grant heard this. Thinking about it carefully, there was nothing wrong with it, and nodded: "Well, if that's the case, you can still let the two of the emirs accompany you." But the Nightmare Frontier still doesn't work, it's too dangerous inside. ”

"This ...... Okay. Emile hesitated, knowing that this was Grant's biggest step back.

Tefiel nodded in agreement, "Okay, that's fine." ”

When they agreed, the meal seemed much duller, and it was eaten in a hurry.

Grant left the palace after eating, went to the Glory Mage Academy, and returned to his lodgings after talking to Lucy and Mary. I'm going to grab some things and leave tomorrow.

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Two months later, the port of Ainnet.

A stone path several hundred meters long that ends at the mouth of the sea is paved with unknown stone slabs.

The pedestals on both sides of the path are soaked in seawater, and with the wind and waves, lapping on it.

Grant is rarely wearing a white shirt with a small black vest over it. The lower body is jet-black leather pants and a pair of high boots. He huddled in a crowd of hundreds of people, looking at the sea from afar, hoping that the ship would hurry.

Beside him, stood two Tefir and Emir, who exuded a mature and sexy atmosphere.

The midday sun was a little hot, and a group of people standing in the harbor couldn't help but take out silk scarves to wipe their sweat.

At this time, a neat flotilla of sea ships appeared on the horizon in the distance, slowly heading towards this side. The sea ship looks like a large and medium-sized cargo ship, and it is dressed in pale white. The sails are printed with the Blue Emperor and the three prongs intersecting.

Grant looked into the distance.

The blue sea, the blue sky, is completely the line between the sea and the sky. The eyes were all blue, and only a pale white cargo ship approached in the middle.

"Emir, Tefir, you can go back first. Now that the boat is coming, I can go up. Grant stood aside and dissuaded the two beside him. He knew that the empires that had traveled to the borders of the nightmare had a huge ocean that could not be flown by manpower alone. Especially in the sea and ocean, there is a forbidden area of spells, and even the spaceship has no way to sail through it.

"We'll go back when you get up." Tefiel shook her head, her pretty eyes flashing with reluctance.

The emir shook his head in the same way, clearly not wanting to part so soon.

Grant could only shrug his shoulders helplessly.

The salty and strong sea breeze blew, and Grant's robe made a hunting sound, revealing a cold taste.

Clang! The door of the ship was lowered with a thud and it was set up on the seaway. A row of stairs led up to the deck, on which stood four or five sailors in white shirts. A white towel was draped over their heads.

"Release, all the passengers come up." The captain was mixed in with the sailors. Shout.

The crowd moved slowly towards the boat. Grant stood in the middle of a crowd. After looking at Emir and Tefir who were standing behind, he smiled softly: "Wait until I come back, it won't be long." ”

"Well, we'll wait for you to come back." Emir and Tefir waved their hands in mid-air.

Grant turned his head and looked straight ahead. I noticed that there were hundreds of pedestrians like myself who wanted to cross this side of the ocean. Most of them were ordinary merchants, with a small number of knights and mages.

"This guest, are you number 102?" On deck. A young girl in a white robe walked over. Her skin was slightly dark, and she had a hearty smell all over her body.

Grande nodded: "I'm number 102, did I enter the room?" ”

"Yes, you're welcome, come with me."

"Okay." Grant followed the girl all the way forward, like a butterfly walking among the flowers, avoiding the crowds of pedestrians standing on the deck. After a while, I came to the stairs under the cabin. Grant's vision blurred, and the lack of sunlight around him was gray, save for the oil lamps on both sides of the hallway. There was a faint damp musty smell and a sour smell in the air.

The woman stood at the place where the stairs came down. Slap it against the wall. With a click, a square opening appeared on the wall, and inside was an oil tank lamp. The blurred glass surface can be seen to have accumulated over many years.

"I'm sorry. The cabins of sea ships are generally difficult to see the light, and there is always a smell. The woman smiled apologetically.

Grant didn't care either, and went down all the way to the third floor. Follow a straight line in the corridor to find your room, and receive an oil lamp similar to that of a girl.

Grant placed the oil lamp on the table. Then cover the glass lampshade. Feel free to take a look at the room.

It was an ordinary brown wood room with a single bed. Two chairs, a small wooden table, that's all there is to the room. On the table, on the wall, on the floor, there are white mold spots that can be seen.

He went over to the bed and sat down.

"There's still a month of sailing time on the ship, and the rest of the time, let's just meditate here and improve some strength."

Grant sprinkled some vigilant dust around and began to meditate.

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The days at sea passed quickly, and half a month had passed in the blink of an eye.

Many of the passengers on board took advantage of this time to get to know other merchants. It's just that Grant meditates in his room all the time, and the others don't know that one of the passengers is named Grant.

In the gloomy room, there was an oil lamp on a small wooden table next to the wooden bed. A light was released from above, and the light of a flickering fire lit up the room. On the wall, there are three beautiful oil paintings of sea views, which are a little distorted and blurry because they are too damp, and look more like abstractions.

Grant was half-sitting on the bed when suddenly, there was a thumping sound in his ears.

After the percussion, a large number of men and women screams are constantly heard, forming a percussion orchestra.

"Huh?" Grant's eyes crossed with a hint of surprise, because he didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

He closed his eyes, and a pale gold rune appeared on his brow. A large amount of spiritual power instantly swept over any part of the entire sea ship. It soon became known that there were twelve official knight-level pirates standing on the deck, as well as a third-level apprentice.

In the halls and corridors on the fourth floor of the cabin, there were also seven or eight pirates checking the rooms one by one.

Bang!

Grant's room was kicked open, and sawdust from the wooden door flew and flew dust.

A man in leather armor and armed with a scimitar walked through the door. looked at Grant who was sitting on the bed with a very unfriendly look, and said with a cruel smile: "Boy, get up for me." Assemble on deck. ”

"I'll go." Grant smiled, his eyes flashing red.

The man's eyes were glazed, and he instantly raised the scimitar in his hand and wiped it towards his neck. With a snort, a scarlet blood streak appeared on his neck, and then he fell straight to the ground.

Grant didn't look at it, and followed the corridor all the way to the first lobby of the cabin, where he encountered several pirates running and threatening, but unfortunately none of them survived for more than two seconds. (To be continued......)