"It's a shame. Before the speed of the ship was at its peak, and the words were not yet scattered and confused by the wind, the Elven Ranger said with regret: "The next speed is too fast, otherwise we can try that interesting game, and maybe I can try it this time—it seems quite challenging." ”

The lich's forehead jumped unconsciously, and Kerryben's tone reminded him of something very bad, something he hadn't learned from the elf's mouth so far...... What had the idiot done to the body on their first ride on Grey Ridge's winged ship? He was almost sure it was an unprecedented, even a foolish thing of the past, for Kerryburn's smile was so subtle and connotative until now, and he tapped on the side more than once to find out if he could at least know if he could maintain the minimum dignity that a spellcaster deserved.

But he couldn't be foolish enough to ask them what he had done at the time, and the elves would be worried—as to why he had forgotten all about what he had done When his life is at stake, the former immortal definitely doesn't want people to suspect that there are actually two souls in his body, his identity actually can't withstand too detailed and deep investigation, the righteous and good people will question his position and origin, and the evil people, or the inhuman and the undead, will swarm to try to get him away, and it is still very rare for the entire continent to have two inhabitants in one body, even if Kremar is not a lich of atonement, he is enough to live in.

Faced with the elf's mocking eyes, the lich could only dryly echo: "Yes, Kerryben, yes, what a pity. Then he lowered his eyes and put his fingers in his dimensional pouch. Make it look like you're sorting out the cast materials.

Thankfully, the strange silence did not last long, the wings of the winged ship were fully open, forming an obtuse angle to the hull, and they extended to the sides, longer than the entire hull, and the wind made the sails bulge and hold up the wings that were slightly tilted forward, and the little winged ship had no cabins, except for the elves and mages, everyone else had to bind themselves tightly to the mast. Kerry had reminded them that they were holding themselves facing the stern of the boat so that the wind would only blow from behind them and not in front of them, but even so, Baldwin and Leona could clearly feel the force of the wind, which was not invisible, but rather like a tangible wall. Or the cliffs, where the thinner thieves Glenn and Flo's priest Memy bent her back weakly, curling herself into a ball, the wind blowing their hair and skirts straight, and Memy trying to pull up the hood of her robe to ward off the wind that cut the back of her neck. But it was hard for her to even raise her hand—her "little monster" Asmodeos crawled out of her robes, its fur nervously standing on end, and stabbing at Meme's face: "Don't!" cried Flo's priest, her voice lingering for only a moment before disappearing into the howling wind, "You...... will be ...... Blow it away!"

"I'll be careful. The little devil Asmodeos replied perfunctorily, its claws plunging into the shoulders of the Reverend Flo, and while pretending to help Memee pull the hood, he observed the bow of the ship, which was preoccupied with his steering wheel. And the caster stood beside him, the two of them were like iron spikes nailed to the board of the ship, the wind lifted the caster's white robe, and the dark dimensional bag flickered, just like most spellcasters, the black-haired half-elf mage's dimensional bag was tied to the belt with a Mithril chain, after all, it contained too many of the caster's most important private treasures.

It pinched its claws, and the thief Glenn was behind Meme, who stared dangerously at the little goblin, his hand on the adamantite dagger.

Asmodeos grinned at him.

After the hood was pulled up, Mei Mi felt better, "Come back," she urged, "It's too dangerous out there!" Her devil's finger was still in the little bag of the "little devil", she had secretly taken it out in the middle of the night, when Leona was asleep, and weighed it, these dried devil's fingers that could be used only by grinding the powder could exchange them for her enough gold coins to completely drown her completely, as long as there was such a bag of things, it was not impossible to occupy the position of a senior priest in the Temple of Frow in the Dragonfire Islands.

Asmodeos crouched on her shoulder, the foolish woman's use for him was over, it only regretted that it did not have enough time for it to hook her eyes or suck the blood from her tongue, but these were not the most important things, it needed to be disguised until the last moment, lest the work that the adult had given it to it go wrong at the last moment.

No one who has ever been on a winged boat will not know that feeling, no matter how detailed, subtle, or appropriate it is narrated or described by others, but as far as the Norman princess of the Highlands is concerned, she first felt a wild boar weighing five hundred pounds sitting on her back, and she could scarcely breathe, perhaps not too long, but she could say that it was the longest period of her twenty years, but then, without warning, and without the slightest excess, the boar flew, and no, it should be said, it became a huge snow sculpture without friends. In the palace of the old king, there is a specimen of a snow sculpture, it is said that it was captured from the extreme north where it is difficult for orcs to survive by hundreds of spellcasters and adventurers, it was made into a specimen, the eyes are two precious iridescent obsidian, the claws and beak are pure gold, in order to house it, the old king opened three rooms, Leona was allowed to return to the royal court, more than once went to that room, she was not a small girl, but still had to tiptoe and stretch her arms to touch the beak of the snow sculpture.

It shouldn't have been there, Leona had sadly imagined, that it should fly under the empty and vast sky of the far north, and that even if one day it would die of old age and enemies, it should return to the earth, instead of being filled with straw and cotton, and left in the human room, to be wiped out by the dust.

And now, as if part of her imagination had come true, she had been captured by an invisible bird, its claws piercing her ribs and carrying her up into the cold air.

"Wait......" Mei Mi said suddenly, "...... Someone...... Know...... Flying Wing ...... Ship ......" Her voice was staccato but still caught the attention of the others—to make sure they weren't thrown out, they fixed themselves to the mast, the winged ship had two masts, and the distance between the three men was actually only about ten feet.

"What's wrong?"

Gülen asked. He followed Meme's gaze, "Oh!" and he said, "Sir," he said, "I want to know...... For a moment, this is ...... Is it normal?"

Needless to point out, Berdwin had already seen that something was glowing at the stern, a beam leaking out of the deck - an intact deck was impermeable, especially an elven ship, and of course it was impossible to allow such a wide beam to appear, which only showed one thing - there was a gap in the deck, and the beam continued to expand and expand, but in an instant. With a loud thud, the entire tail of the ship shattered, and the shards whistled like swords, and a Mithril nail struck Leona in the forehead, and she fainted without saying a word, and Berdwin cut her restraints with a backhand, and ran to Leona's side in two strides, and he arrived just in time for another wave of shards to hit them. Berdwin swung his broadsword to stop the shards, then turned his wrist and stabbed the broadsword into the deck. Grabbed Leona and quickly cut the rope holding her in place - both she and Mamee secured themselves to the submast, which crumbled as the tail shattered.

Plum cried out, and Glenn threw out the rope—the silver rope that had kept the activation constant. After boarding the ship, it slipped away from the mage to the thief, and Glenn didn't know if it had been sent by the black-haired spellcaster, but he certainly wouldn't refuse. The rope was both a vicious threat and a sweet guarantee to him—while he was standing with these people for the time being, he didn't expect that it was Mei Mi who had used it first.

The rope caught Memmy as she slid rapidly, and to the worse thing she had tied herself so tightly that it was now not only carrying her own weight but also a whole mast, and the rope was pulled straight all at once, and the thief's face turned pale, and to add insult to injury, the drive of fragmentation was spreading to the whole ship, and as the magic runes were destroyed, the ship began to shake wildly and without any rules, as fierce as the fig leaf on the fat buttocks of the tavern dancers.

The rope squeaked against the edge of the shark's toothy deck, and Glenn couldn't hold the rope after several attempts, it swayed from side to side, and the thieves didn't think they had the power, not even with Baldwin.

"Cremar!" Glenn cried out in despair, but the black-haired spellcaster didn't disappoint him, his spell descended on them, and a viscous and disgusting tentacle crept up from the deck, enveloping Leona first, then Grayn and Baldwin, and finally the extended tentacles scooping up the wet plum honey from the Starlight River. Then they were haphazardly wrapped up.

"My little goblin!" Memi cried out indistinctly, her face wrapped in sticky tentacles, and the foul juice flowed into her mouth as she spoke, but she had to find it.

"Don't mention that!" Gülen struggled, trying to pull his left hand out between Baldwin's legs, the bottomless abyss beneath him, it was disgusting, but as soon as he returned his elbow to Memmy's chest, causing her to let out a sharp protest, "Is this all you care about!—oh," the thief cried out through gritted teeth, "Damn it, Memmy, that little bastard who should be cursed ten thousand times!" his left foot hurt so badly that he feared it had been broken.

"Take a deep breath!" shouted Berdwin, "we're going to fall into the water!"

He had the privilege of leaving his head exposed, and it was for this reason that he saw that their ship was completely finished, and that Cremar was floating in the air with Kerribben, and the dazzling light of the Starlight River rushed into their eyes.

They fell into the Starlight River with the tentacle ball, and the terrifying huge water flow here was completely uncontrolled by any external force, and they carried the huge tentacle ball all the way down.

"Do you still have scrolls?" asked Kerryburn.

"No more. The lich said calmly, chasing the trail of magical energy, he couldn't just fly to the end of Silver Falls and wait for the bones of the hapless creatures. "My dimensional bag was stolen by Mei Mi's little demon pet. "To be precise, it was snatched away, just when he cast the spell, at the critical moment when he couldn't speak or make other movements, I have to say that the mastery was very skillful, and the little devil simply tore the dimensional bag from his body.

Kerry seemed to want to say something, but the next moment his pupils suddenly contracted into a small black hole, and he grabbed the caster, forcing him to turn sideways, but the spell still hit Cremar accurately.

It was a spell that dissolved the effect of the magic, and they fell into the Starlight River together.

Ostal added a lightning spell, lightning rushed into the river, the purple and red light even exceeded the brightness of the sun's light to the starlight river, ordinary people may be blinded by this momentary flash, but Ostarr continued to look down on the starlight river carelessly - the spell just now can only be said to be better than nothing, the starlight river and the silver waterfall will do the rest of the work for them, although it is always a little reassuring not to see the corpse, but if necessary, he can still make up for this small gap.

Asmodeus flapped his wings and sent the black-haired spellcaster's dimensional bag about an arm's length away from the red-robed warlock, which had the master's spell on it to prevent others from opening it, but for Ostahl it was as easy to untie the spell as it was to untie the loose lacing, and he opened the dimensional bag, which was rich in contents, including gold coins, gems, scrolls, spellcasting materials, and two spell books.

A spell book was copied from ordinary waterproof parchment, Ostar looked at it briefly, and found that the spells in it could be said to be not worth mentioning, thinking that the black-haired spellcaster was said to be a disciple of Beavis - probably the work of Beavis, the first spell book of a mage's disciple was often copied by the mentor on his behalf, and the second was the spell book that Ostahl wanted, which was also his task, a pure gold cover, inlaid with gems and runes, and the precious dragon grammar was copied inside.

It was an easy task, it was a bit boring, and Ostarr thought, "Are you sure that mage didn't understand what's inside?"

"Sure," Asmodeos patted his paw flatteringly, "he's an idiot who can't read dragon language - he says it's all printed on chicken paws!" (To be continued.) )