The vortex was making an eerie sound. This sound is very peculiar, it is the result of the continuous reflection and distortion of the sound of water through the cavity in the middle of the whirlpool, it no longer sounds similar to any sound, it can only be said that it is the sound of the whirlpool, if I have to describe it, probably the low howl of the sea will be a passable metaphor. And this low howl is oppressive, it does not feel noisy and shocking, but it is enough to cover up everything that can be heard, so that only this low vibration is left in the ears.

Words are useless when approaching the whirlpool, a fact that the team noticed long before the boat actually approached the area. And the solution they came up with was surprisingly not directly dependent on Peg's magic like the last time on the Damned Lady, after all, magic is conspicuous after all, and no one can say whether there will be individuals in the Siren who can sense magic, and because of this kind of thing, it is enough to make the other party alert, even if it is just one possibility, it is enough to make people uneasy. As a result, the Assassination Squad adopted another avenue of communication that crossed the sound, the Shell Man.

Thorncrown and his people have a magical talent for transmitting information spores that can directly transmit their thoughts to other creatures, without the need for words or sounds. In general, these spores are more convenient to use in stable air and water flows, and excessive air movement and liquid surges can easily carry the spores away from the direction they should be heading. However, apart from the spores, there seems to be some other way for the Shell people to communicate with their kind. After Jaquia assigns the Shell Man on his right arm to the members of the team, each of them can communicate with each other by communicating with the Shell Man.

The advantage of this is that it is concealed enough, and it also avoids the consumption of Peg's stamina by casting spells, but the disadvantage is that the simple thinking logic of the shell people will inevitably change the meaning of the team members. In order to avoid this transformation affecting the effectiveness of communication as much as possible, everyone must express their meaning in the simplest way when communicating.

After solving the communication problem, the obstacle for the team to move forward is not a whirlpool, but an endless ocean. Whether it is a human or a witch, their body structure does not support them to survive in the water for long periods of time. Fortunately, the witches were prepared for this, and before they could get close to the maelstrom, Pegg gave everyone a larger conch shaped like a whistle, which, according to her, was a magically treated prop that held a large amount of oxygen, enough to supply them for a period of underwater activity.

Of course, the air stored in the conch is limited, which means that the group can't really move around the water like the Kraken does. But navigating through the whirlpool itself isn't a task that takes that long. "Follow me. Jaquia's voice reached the minds of the others through the transmission of the shell people, and it was somewhat surprising that the shell people even retained the tone and tone of the huntress in the process of transmitting the words, and that impatient attitude made several people in the dinghy look at each other and smile.

Kiri was the first to jump into the sea, she didn't follow in the previous exploration of the underground caverns, she didn't participate in the riots planned by Hela, and even for a long time, she couldn't control her body, which made the witch even more impatient about anything now. After Kiri entered the water, Peg looked helpless as she raised her hands to her companions to show the breathing shells she was holding in each hand, and Kiri jumped off without taking hers. But she was used to it, so she didn't say anything more, put the shell opening in her right hand into her mouth, and jumped into the water. Hela reached out to Lothar, pointed to the bottom of the boat, made a gesture to be seen, and sank into the water.

Now the Count was the only one left in the dinghy with the conch in his hand. He stood up and looked down at the murky waters, and due to the rapids nearby, he could not even see the traces of his companions who had just entered the water. This was his last chance, and once he chose to move on, there was no reason to retreat. But knight, there is no possibility of retreating on the battlefield, is there no such thing? Lothar tightened the belt of the tomahawk, took one last look at the sea where there was no sun and only afterglow, and left the dinghy.

After confirming that everyone was in the water, Jaquia used the sharktooth knife in her hand to pierce the weak point that had been prepared at the bottom of the boat, allowing the sea water to pour into it, completely cutting off the possibility of the dinghy being discovered. Then she threw a rope made of seaweed to a few people, "Hold on to it, and if you get caught in the whirlpool, cut it yourself." ”

Lothar tied the rope to his left wrist, the fading light darkening the water, and while there was still air to breathe in his mouth, the human instincts reminded the Count that there was danger he didn't understand. Gently pulling the rope to signal that they were ready, the four members of the team began the operation in the true sense of the word, led by the Kraken. The cold sea water is reminiscent of the ice and snow of the blue lion, and although the temperature of the sea water is not really lower than the ice and snow, the damp and cold that envelops the whole body has another discomfort.

The Count's eyes were almost invisible, and without sunlight, the human eye was of limited use in the sea. Lothar wanted to close her eyes and rejuvenate her other senses, but it wasn't a wise attempt, fear, like a large marine mollusc, creeping up on him from the darkness. "Phew, shalt," Lothar's breathing became slightly rapid, he knew it would consume too much of the air in the conch, but he couldn't calm himself down.

"Don't be afraid, we're here. The crown of thorns calmed the knight as he remembered that he still had the companion on his shoulder. And the traction on his left wrist reminded him of what he was doing. I will be the only one of all the knights who has ever crossed the maelstrom. Lothar couldn't help but think so. And just as he regained his form, he could clearly perceive a slight change in the direction of the water around him, and he didn't need to remind everyone to understand what the change meant, they were approaching the whirlpool.

"Get the balance, don't just fight the currents, understand them. The Kraken's words came from the end of the rope, but to be honest, there was only a limit to what it could do, and for these land creatures, the flow of the sea instinctively provoked their reactions, and it was not easy to fight against this nature.

The pull is getting stronger and stronger. Lothar didn't know what was going on with the witches, all he knew was that his heartbeat, which had just calmed down, had risen again, it was like walking a tightrope on a cliff, all he could rely on was the rope on his wrist, and every second, every moment, the current seemed to drag him to the bottom of the whirlpool, so that he could never leave under the surface. Breathing, rapidity again, this time even the comfort of the crown of thorns could not help, at this time Lothar could only rely on himself, the knight's self-discipline frantically warned his body, stop the meaningless muscle tension, do not do these actions that will make the body spasm. But on the other hand, as a human being, the desire to survive as a creature has the exact opposite effect, and his body just wants to swing its limbs desperately to float to the safety of the sea.

"You can't float up, the higher you go, the bigger the range of the vortex!" the Kraken's admonition meant that Lothar was not alone in having a similar thought. The Count tried to clench his teeth, but he was afraid that it would crush the conch in his mouth, and he tried to control it, and his body gradually turned from extreme tension to fatigue, and gradually, his mind became dull, and his consciousness became a hazy combination of sensations. Then, at some point, all the sensations in his body disappeared from Lothar's mind, and he fainted in the waves.

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