I always feel that the liquid fire in my hand is so dangerous, and I don't know when it will explode...... Looking at the terrible jar of liquid, Vicol couldn't help but feel furious: Don't break it!

In order to prevent some accidents, the outside of these liquid fire jars is covered with a disposable magic cloth to block the burning. However, the jar itself is designed to be fragile in order to burn in order to facilitate collisions.

Rubbing his hands together, the snow crow finally took a big breath and rolled over and jumped out of the deck. Just after a very lame entry into the water, he held his breath and dived to the bottom of the sea with his eyes open.

I can hold my breath for two minutes, which should be enough to swim this small area...... When he opened his eyes, Vicol almost choked on water in his panic: Damn! I smeared too much fish oil on my eyelids, and now my eyes are drowning!

Hurriedly surfaced, rubbed his eyes and wiped off the excess fish oil from his eyelids, and the snow crow dived to the bottom of the sea again. Under the dim sea, the snow crow dived as deep as she could, trying to peek at the bottom of the sea: it was vaguely clear that there was black ice that had been broken and sunk to the bottom of the sea, emitting black smoke.

Ordinary ice is less dense than water, so it floats on the surface. But this black ice is clearly the opposite. But why didn't it sink to the bottom of the ocean before? Because of the strange and incongruous scenes, the snow crow was even more convinced of his prediction: there must be some device controlling the black ice.

As long as you kill it, the whole battle may be reversed. Because black ice is no longer invincible.

And the still fragile alliance between the two cities will be strengthened by it - after all, they will have a clear goal of finding the device and destroying it. To do this, the two cities must work together to search their own peripheries.

As long as we snowmen control more areas, the more the battle line can advance without being completely crushed. If all goes well, they can even advance to the foot of the Dark Glacier and look for the Ice City where the Black Ice Reaper is located - it definitely exists, Miss Lusa and the others have seen it from magical sights.

It is...... Maybe the troops will be tight. Because in any case, it was necessary to send a considerable number of troops to stay in the main city.

Thanks to the preparations, Vicor quickly adjusted his body in the water and began to swim deeper and deeper, but he tried his best to avoid the black smoke and keep his distance.

After several ventilations and dives, Vicor found nothing but that there were no fish at all. Annoyed by the blow, Snow Crow couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart: Did he find the wrong center of the black ice, or did he guess the wrong thing at all—there was no such device here?

Climbing up the ladder to the deck with one hand, Vicol hastily coped with a few words from Odyss, then returned to the utility room and lay down by the fire in contemplation. Looking at the water droplets that kept sliding down his shiny body, Vicol frowned, trying to get the unpleasant smell of fish oil out of his nose: What was wrong?

I can't keep them waiting too long, I've got to think about it...... Hammering the door of his head, Vicol felt a headache: in short, the possibility of no device must be ruled out. Because if you give up, all the hard work and investment that has been going on until now will be in vain.

That is, it is assumed that there must be a device...... Sighing, Vicol felt extremely troubled: I should have no problem thinking about it?

Surely I didn't find the right center, right?Then where should I let the helmsman go further?Racking his brains to recall the scope of the black ice blockade, the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became: It should be fine. The center point is around here, and it won't deviate too much. After all, I had been paying close attention to this when the black ice began to seal the sea......

Taken aback by his own thoughts, Vicor opened his mouth and widened his eyes in astonishment: Wait a minute, the way I saw the black ice full of eyes was not ......

Didn't it spread here from the sea level?!

Damn, I actually forgot about this and have been taking it for granted, why is my IQ so low all of a sudden?!

Not knowing whether to be angry, frustrated, or joyful, Vicor wanted to hit his head on the tofu and die: it was a great shame! The ship was so far from where the device was supposed to be that it was impossible to find anything useful here.

Now that it has been determined that it is far away at sea level, it is easier for the ship to find the device. After all, I have been looking at the edge of the black ice every day these days, and I know very well where the end of the black ice is. As long as the boat is driven there and repeatedly dives and searches, it is possible to determine whether the conjecture is true.

I had been swimming for so long, and how could I not have cramped and drowned? In such a fit of anger and annoyance, the snow crow "rubbed" and stood up, almost knocked over the pipe, and ran out of the door: this time it must be right! Whether it is successful or not, it must have some results.

Since he had just been by the fire for a while, the fish oil on Vicol's body had melted slightly. Trembling by the sudden cold wind and snowflakes, Vicol jumped on the spot a few times before looking at the lighthouse at sea level and running to Odys to talk: just drive the boat towards the lighthouse and stop nearby. That's where you go.

The general nodded suspiciously, and Odys gave the soldiers the order to carry it out. While the boat was moving, a fishing boat laden with cargo passed by. The owner of the ship looked at the stripped Vicor with a neurotic look and almost laughed.

I'll have to go back and get dressed first...... Blown back by the cold wind, Vicor hurried back to his room and put on his cotton clothes again: it was good that he had taken them off before, otherwise he would have frozen in a short time when he came out of the water.

There was a delay for a while...... Fish oil won't fail, right? Deliberately staying away from the stove, Snow Crow felt extremely entangled: close to the stove is afraid that the fish oil will melt, but far away is afraid of cold. It's hard to decide whether you should dry your body or not.

Looking at the crackling stove, Vicor began to worry about one thing: how would he wash off the damn grease when he got home?

I remember when I was a kid, after applying fish oil, I only needed to soak in the hot spring for a while to completely wash off the oil. However, after boiling fish oil yesterday, the grease sticking to my hands took a long time to wash off.

Is it because I made them too strong? Deliberately smelling the smell on his body, Vicol immediately frowned and retched: Damn! Why is this thing so disgusting when you smell it carefully? He has also seen fishermen get together to eat after catching fish with fish oil, these people are really amazing...... How can you stand the smell?

With the help of a strong southerly wind, the sailing ship moved faster and faster, and soon approached the lighthouse.