The southeast wind was carried in the canvas, and the exorcist Rao pushed away the surrounding ice floe and followed the river towards the sea.

On the way to the mouth of the river, Draenor wanted to slow down as much as possible, because the moment he left Abel by boat, it meant that he would say goodbye to Viklico and Jeanne, and it was likely that this would be the last time he and the two would see each other.

He bolted his horse to the mast as Amoro had instructed, and leaned against the handrail of the deck and looked out in the direction of the river, where all he could see was black and white, except for the gloomy void of snow-covered forests on both banks. He could only judge where he was by smell and hearing, smelling the faint smell of the sea, hearing the waves crashing against the land, and knowing that they were not far from the sea.

"How much do you remember about the past?" Holding the rudder, Lopud turned his head to the side and asked Amoro, who was leaning to the side.

"I've been a mercenary, I've been a pirate, I've killed other mercenaries and pirates." Amoro lifted the brim of his hat and looked at each other with those cold eyes, "But before that it was still a little vague, only the last scene...... On the island of Sicanaan, something pierced my nose and took away my memories like sucking on my brain, and you were with me at that time. ”

"That is our last battle, the archipelago east of Vlaktu, against the Yazira clans...... But the past doesn't matter anymore, I just need you to remember your duty as an exorcist, and that's enough. ”

Draenor listened to Errao's conversation, unable to imagine what the two exorcists had been through. The shattered information was like an encrypted file that could not form a clear logic, casting a thicker veil over the identity of the exorcist he imagined.

However, the atmosphere on the ship was not as oppressive as expected, and everyone was already familiar with each other's existence, except for Viklico, who had been hiding in the captain's room, everyone did their part. Jeanne counted the resources in stock, and after small talk, Amoro stood at the bow of the ship, leaning on the metal angle of attack to look into the distance, while Lopud steered the rudder like a real captain.

According to Lopud, the ship was named after his divinity, it was larger than the Tequila, and it was solid in both material and structure, with almost no weapons visible on the deck, only two prismatic searchlights.

The thought that Lopud had traveled from Canaan to Abel alone on it made Draenor feel a little incredible.

"You must have suffered a lot on the way here, right?" He asked the exorcist as if he was looking around.

He remembered the strange creatures he had encountered, the winged worms, the turtles almost the size of the islands, and the white ghosts that hovered among the rocks...... Hopefully Lopud knows what to do with them, or at least that will make the journey a little smoother.

"It's really a bit unbearable to drive a boat alone, and as soon as the sails are raised, I suddenly realize that there are reefs in front of me, and I have to run back to the rudder to adjust the direction...... But it's not bitter, it's not a long time for exorcists to travel long distances alone, and I'd love to talk to you about the scenery you've seen along the way. Lopud said with a wry smile on his face.

Still looking for the scenery? Draenor frowned, the other party didn't mention anything as he expected, but his tone was very relaxed.

"We weren't so lucky when we came from Flaktu...... he muttered, nodding at Jeanne standing nearby.

"I can guess, let me guess...... You must have been to the waters of Azra, and you have encountered the evil spirits of the reef. Lopud rubbed his chin and said.

"How do you know?" Draenor asked.

"For I have a nautical chart, and it is marked with the latest routes, and it shows all the seas around Abel, Canaan, and Vraktu, and I can see clearly where there are vicious creatures and where storms are frequent."

"But sailing is not a problem that can be solved by having a ship and knowing the direction, unlike land, where the whole sea is moving all the time. Driving in a straight line does save time, but it also brings more trouble, so you need to keep an eye on the surface of the sea, and if there is a thick fog in front of you, you need to rely on your intuition to avoid those troubles, and the most valuable resource is not time, but life and energy. ”

Indeed, at that time, I still believed Vikilic's nonsense, and I took a map that could be regarded as an antique and prepared to rush to Abel...... Even if you choose the closest route to a straight line, you will inevitably lose time due to encounters on the way. If this is the reason, it can be explained why his group encountered monsters during the voyage.

"And we have to get all three of these things right now. I've picked the most suitable route, which will follow Abel's silhouette to the north, and it's the loneliest route, because no one but the exorcist would want to go against the wind... Amoro! Lopud looked up and shouted to the exorcist standing at the bow of the ship.

"It's just ahead," Amoro put away his binoculars, turned and jumped onto the deck and walked towards the group, "It's almost time to get to the sea, should we give this big guy more energy?" ”

Lopud nodded slightly, gave up the rudder, rolled over, jumped down, and walked to the mast.

"Draenor, come and give me a hand."

What are you going to do...... Draenor hesitated for a moment, then untied the sail rope with Lopud, tying the white canvas to the mast.

"Sister Jeanna, please stay in the captain's room with Sister Vickyly, it may be a little bumpy." Lopud waved his hand at Jeanne, and it was only after she had run to the captain's room and closed the door that he turned his head and shouted to Amoro, who was standing behind the rudder:

"Ready!"

Amoro pulled the calipers and held the rudder in its original position. He then pulled the broadaxe from his suitcase, and the metal handle doubled in size at the moment of turning the mechanism.

"What is this for? Why put away the sails to speed up the ship? Draenor was puzzled.

"Because we don't want the mast to be blown off by the strong wind, we recommend that you hold the mast and hold it tight......"

Wind? Draenor suddenly had a sense of foreboding, and subconsciously wrapped the sail rope around his waist and hugged the mast tightly with his other hand.

I saw Amoro leaning against the handrail, holding the huge plate axe high in the air, and taking a deep breath.

"Tidal !!!"

At the moment when the axe blade slashed into the air, the entire hull of the ship actually tilted forward dozens of degrees, and the deck suddenly turned into a steep slope.

Immediately afterward, Draenor heard a deafening roar from behind the boat, and he was sure that the ship was in the middle of the river, but from that moment on, he could hear the roar of the sea.

The river turned into the air, forming a wave tens of meters high, which slammed the sailboat towards the west coast of Nagseus like a tsunami.

The wind kept lapping on his face, and Draenor couldn't even open his eyes, and if he let go of his hand a little, he would definitely be blown away like a newspaper. He remembered what Dino had said before, this was Amoro's ability, he was able to make huge waves on the surface of anything, like a humpback whale breaking through the sea!

Draenor felt his fingers begin to stiffen, unable to move as if frozen by the cold wind, and let the Dawn rush through the river like a giant dolphin leaping and speed towards the mouth of the sea.