If before the storm, the souls of the other world did not understand why Perrant needed the Aratilites to build them a large ship of seal and whale skins, then during the storm he had fully understood the druid's intentions - the Alatirites used the whale's jawbone as the main keel of the ship, and then used the translucent baleen as the ribs of the ship, and the three layers of tail tendons were used as the rope that connected them together. The tail tendon is something that few humans know about other than the Alatiritus, and it seems to have no flesh and no use except for the skin of the whale - but no Alatyrit does not understand the horror of the whale's tail, even if she is only a girl who does not have to leave the land, her grandfather, father and brother, and her future husband will explain to her again and again with his own death - the whale will strike the ship, it will gnaw on the hull - It's like a child nibbling on a piece of candy, but most often they use their tail, an adult whale whose tail is the size of a room, and when it hits the surface of the sea, you think it's a thunderbolt falling into the sea, or a cliff has collapsed, and it can pull a man out of the boat a hundred feet at will, and the unfortunate wounded, or the dead, can pour all the broken entrails out of his mouth.

If it is an ordinary wooden dhow, when it encounters such a terrifying tail, it will not escape the fate of being crushed, and the sailors it carries will inevitably have a close contact with the sea. But the sealskin boat of the Alatirit is different, its keel is very elastic, its hull is light and flexible, and the whole hull is both buoyant and elastic, as we mentioned before, even if it has to face the blow of the whale's tail, it will not necessarily sink immediately, but more with the tremendous force far away from it or jump up- The adventurers' ships further highlighted its advantages, especially after the vines completely enveloped the whole ship at the urging of the druids, it was not so much a ship as a flexible ball, in the storm, it tilted, turned upside down, was squeezed and torn, but never disintegrated, although it was capsized no less than a hundred times, but this wet little problem only needed a little hand of the mage and the druid to solve.

When the ship was capsized again, Glenn heard Leona sneezing loudly, and Berdwin, who for a brief moment lost consciousness, but fortunately woke up before he could fall into the water.

Human power is nothing before the wrath of nature, but spellcasters are not—even in the midst of a storm of chaos, a lich possessed by a stupid thief can show him how to properly preserve himself, let alone a small storm in a narrow ocean - Even if he is forced to take the last step, the caster and the elf can still get out of the way, but Baldwin and the others may not be unharmed, and Glenn, when he dies again, the crimson powder of his body will be carried in all directions by the sea breeze and the undercurrents of the sea, so after a while, will those powders still form bones, internal organs, or skin? If so, how can they be combined? Skin, or can it still agitate like a jellyfish, bones and internal organs? If they are devoured by a large fish or a turtle in the process, will they be in the form of powder or a lump of flesh in the stomach of these creatures? And Gülen's soul, will he finally be able to go to the Mourning Wasteland or will he still stay on the main material plane? Will he still feel it? When every part of his body is being torn and devoured? The thought of this is a little impulsive for the lich, but unfortunately it is not him who controls the body now, but another soul.

Glenn was suddenly frightened, even if he felt that he was already a sponge that had absorbed enough water, but the feeling of being crawled over his bare back by a poisonous insect still made him shudder, he subconsciously approached the caster before the storm came, his choice was correct, although the small space opened up by the caster could not envelop everyone in it, but Kerry Ben and Gülen were both beneficiaries, and the thieves looked around, but did not see the druid.

"Where's Master Perrant?" he asked.

"He went into the sea. The black-haired spellcaster replied.

No one knows how long the "little storm" Perrant is talking about will last, but just as the caster pulls open the second reel, Gülen can sense that the storm is waning, but that doesn't mean a good thing: "We're in the ice." Gülen said the storm weakened because the ice was covered with overlapping ice floes, and hurricanes could not make huge waves here, but it could still pose a threat to adventurers - the newly broken ice floes had edges as sharp as swords, and they were pushing each other to send their boats into a very small surface of the sea with nothing but snow and ice around, and even if the range did not shrink any longer, the ice that had re-condensed on the surface would freeze the ship in it over time.

With a wave of his finger, the caster threw out the ice that had gathered around the ship, and then from under the surface of the sea rose the wrists and feet of the great squid, which brushed away the broken ice, and the suckers sucked the smooth surface, breaking the heavy ice and carving out a dark blue path, the slender surface of the water shimmering like jewels in the white sunlight of the eternal day. The big waves that enveloped them were still as tall as three people standing upright, but they were more gentle and amiable than before, but neither Gülen nor the dwarf who had pulled out a brass periscope to peek into the outside world at some point had a bad face.

"Hell," said the thief, "it was the first time I had seen an iceberg in the opposite direction of the wind." ”

They didn't go deep into the ice, so they didn't expect to encounter icebergs, but since there had been undue storms before, the appearance of icebergs was not so unacceptable - as far as Gülen could see, there were three icebergs here, each with only a small tip on the water, which looked about the same as the top of the hill where girls used to picnic, but we all knew that the part of the iceberg above the water was only a tenth of the surface of the water...... They moved so fast that in a few breaths they turned from a needle point in their field of vision into a drop of water, and the ice was squeezed by them, crowding towards the boats of the adventurers, who watched the path that Perrant had carved out disappear without a trace.

"Isn't it time for us to abandon ship?" Gülen muttered, looking beyond the iceberg, the white ends glowing with a golden light, and he could still distinguish the reflection of snow and sea, after all, the Azores are covered in heavy snow for three months of the year, and they have only covered a third of the ten days of the voyage, and the rest of them will certainly not be able to walk or swim over, perhaps the druids will be willing to let them cling to his back- If he could transform into a giant turtle, but if it was a good idea, they wouldn't have to waste so many days in the tribe of the Alatirites.

"Not yet. The black-haired spellcaster said.

Not everyone has this opportunity, when he saw the glittering wall pouring towards him, Gülen couldn't help but close his eyes, but then he felt his body light, he seemed to fly, or rather, they flew up like a feather with the ship, the thief opened his eyes, the sea breeze brushed his eyeballs, and he shed tears under the stimulation, in the blurred vision, he looked down, the icebergs collided with each other under their ship, and countless pieces of ice and snow fell into the sea with a loud bang, and the sea water could no longer be seen where the ship was still there, only the skates and blades that were intertwined like dogs' teeth were seenBut in the next moment, the snow-white land that had collided with each other suddenly sank, and their ship fell, and then fell into the water with a thud, and the hull shook violently, but it was gently pushed out of the water by the ice that had resurfaced, and the water on the hull of the ship flowed down with a bang, and quickly froze into a crystal crust of ice.

If the souls of the other world had to describe the current situation, it would be that three icebergs collided with each other to form a new cone-shaped ice peak, much like the kind of ice it often eats in another plane, and then their ship is a blueberry dotted with ice, and it is the smallest blueberry picked out by an extremely stingy boss.

The black-haired caster looked down, took out the water purification ball, placed it in a silver pot with the honey wine, and let everyone drink a few sips of the hot honey to expel the chill brought by the sea - thanks to the ample and extravagant preparations, in addition to the rich and waterproof fur, their main means of keeping out the cold were runes and potions, otherwise Berdwin and the others might have died of hypothermia long before the storm left, but because they had drunk a lot of seawater, after calming down, they would still feel cold - except for the daughter of love - She seemed to have just stepped out of her temple, calm and calm.

Leona retracted her hand holding the silver kettle and handed it to the dwarf who was shaking her head out of the wet plant.

"How are we going down?" asked Leona,

Cremar shook his head and snapped his fingers, a small spell that made their frozen fur dry and fluffy again, "Don't get out of here." He said.

"Mistress Perant......" Gülen asked hesitantly, "is it still in the sea?"

The black-haired spellcaster nodded, his expression alerting the thief, Glenn looked out of the boat, he wished he wouldn't see anything, but he sensed a shadow that was strangely distorted - the elven's long arrow whizzed like another deadly sight, and the shadow suddenly jumped up from under the hill formed by the broken ice, but still could not escape the predetermined fate, the long arrow pierced through her chest, and the filthy blood of the sea ghost woman flowed out, leaving a vivid stain on the white ice.

Hundreds of sea ghost women stood up from the snow and let out a sharp and chaotic laugh, their ugly faces made Leona and Birdwin feel dizzy for a while, the princess immediately smashed a rune, the magic contained in the rune pendant immediately dispelled the malicious impact brought by the sea ghost women, they jumped out of the boat one after another, and stood on the ice, because of the relationship that had just formed, the ground was uneven, full of ice picks and chaotic "stones".

Glenn reached out to the gnome, and he immediately pulled out a couple of exploding crossbow arrows and placed them in the thief's hand—no, of course he wanted to fight alongside his companions, but the side of the ship was too high, and he was too short.

"Use sparingly," said the otherworldly spirit, "and our location is not stable. ”

"There is no doubt about it. The thief said, pressing the little arrow into his crossbow, "You want to leave?" he asked, surprised, as it seemed that it was not yet the last moment to say goodbye or goodbye to each other.

“...... Is Perrante in danger?" asked Kerryben, his fingers not trembling in the slightest as he spoke, only his eyes as deep as the sea of eternal night revealed his anxiety and uneasiness.

"I don't know if Perrante is in danger," said the otherworldly spirit, "but since we know that he has met an enemy, we can't put him where we can't see him." He said, but his eyes fell on the Daughter of Love, perhaps to preserve the last of her powers, even in the midst of the storm, she had never protected anyone but herself - perhaps the black-haired spellcaster was an exception, but he didn't need to use the Daughter of Love, but even the spirit of the other world knew that she only cared about herself because he was the only one who could take her to her destination - It is no wonder that his companions have always been afraid and distant of her, and the coldness of nature may be a characteristic of the gods, no, it cannot be said that the soul from another plane thinks that Angelis, the god of life, is very lovely.

The Daughter of Love gazed into the caster's dark eyes with the jeweled eyes of Plum Honey, and their images formed a small reflection in each other's pupils, and for a moment neither of them would take a step back, but at last the Daughter of Love gave way—she knew that her guide had a very deep affection for his companions, and she put her slender fingers in the air, and the wind became soft and sweet on her fingertips, and the subtle injuries on the human and elf bodies cut and bumped by the broken ice and other impurities in the sea were healed at once- Glenn glanced to his side, only to see a small strand of black hair skimming the corner of his eye as the caster jumped off the ice peak.

It has been said that when jumping down from a height, the surface of the water is almost indistinguishable from the hard stone ground, and when the spirit of the other world rushes towards him, he unleashes a powerful spell that not only tears the surface of the water, but also hits the sea ghosts, and unsurprisingly, they are divided into several and ambush under the ice, intending to attack any enemy who falls into the sea voluntarily or involuntarily. The power of the spell knocked them unconscious, and the sea ghosts could not control their bodies, but floated and sinked in the cold, dark waters, and as Cremar dived deeper, a mind-tossing scimitar sliced their throats.

The darkness beneath the ice was thicker than the darkness on land, and Cremar grabbed a jellyfish and controlled it to swim forward—Perrant was not far from him, but for some unknown reason it never responded. (To be continued.) )