For the inland human realm, the Sea Tribes seem to be a distant existence forever, and people's perception of them is limited to the depiction of materials and the stories of the bards who have traveled across the continent: the poignant love between the mermaid and the prince, the heavenly song of the siren...... Of course, it's more about the ferocious and gigantic Naga, the cruel and cunning Fishmen, and their attacks on the fleets - the former is a glorified legend, the latter is a bloody reality. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info In short, the deep sea is the country of the sea tribe, and the sea tribe is the enemy of mankind.

The land has a vast space that the sea clan can never reach, advanced technology and magical energy resources, and the ocean has a variety of seemingly endless mineral deposits and products, and the two sides covet each other's advantages, while carrying out trade and cooperation, they are inseparable from each other's coastal waters. Fortunately, due to the vastly different living environments, humans who need to breathe air never plan to enter the deep sea to live, and most of the sea tribes who live by fish gills cannot leave the ocean for a long time, so for thousands of years, the two have never broken out in a large-scale war.

It's not because they're peace-loving, but if a god can unleash his magic and flood the coastal countries, the Sea Tribes will be happy to go ashore and do something, which is a clear consensus for all humans.

Getting back to the point, it is clear that the theme of this year's St. Peter's College entrance trial is the attack of the Sea Clan on merchant ships.

As the highlight of the annual trial performance, the final trial, known as the "Super Dungeon", is far more difficult than a magic apprentice should endure, and there are many tricks, which can be described as a display of a hundred ways to die for a magic apprentice, and the audience in the Circle Arena, nine and a half out of ten come to watch the final half of the day.

At this time, the routine betting session has already begun at the venue.

"Alexin, where are you going?"

Su Wen found that the red dragon beside him was eager to try, and he had already jumped up from the luxurious sofa like a garbage dump, and he was about to rush outside without even wearing shoes, and hurriedly called her to ask what was going on.

"Bet, bet!"

"Eh, can we do that too, it's so far from the site?"

As soon as he said this, Su Wen felt that he had asked a nonsense, those who could sit in the luxury box were all local tyrants, how could the arena officials let it go, I am afraid that there will only be more intimate service.

"Of course, there are special luxury betting points, just go out and turn right and go downstairs, Su Wen, do you want to come!"

"I'll forget it. ”

Su Wen took a sip of water, shook his head and said.

If there is a choice, he never gambles at all, and only thinks about this kind of thing when he is 100% sure in his hands, or if he does not do it, it will bring greater losses.

The red dragon groaned, and then disappeared out of the box door.

About ten minutes passed, in the light curtain in front of Su Wen's eyes, on the ocean where the trialists were, the storm had become qualitatively large, and it was still possible to stand firm and arrange the arrangement, but now, the mast had long been afraid to be stupid, and the trialists who were still on the deck almost did not stand, they grabbed everything they could to prevent themselves from slipping and falling in the shaking that was getting bigger and bigger.

The overcast sky finally erupted, and the storm smashed down on the face, wetting everything that was exposed, and in the midst of it, the faint sound of cursing, shouting, and heart-rending vomiting could be faintly heard, a hostile environment that was especially fatal for experienced sailors, let alone magical apprentices who were on average a few years old to adulthood.

St. Peter's College is really ruthless, this year's final trial, the environment is obviously worse than last year's Saharan Desert, the people's evaluation of it is true, it is to all arrogant geniuses. However, even this level of dismount power often can't stop those really demonic geniuses, but this kind of genius is not available every year, and even if there is, it may not be able to play - take last year's example, in the Saharan Desert to fight against the sand pirates, the original high-profile dark horse, Baron Charlize Shelley, who is already an intermediate magician in the second year, was accidentally stung by a poisonous scorpion for a while, and died before he could get out of the school.

Anyway, it's not a big deal to watch the excitement, just when Su Wen was staring at the churning sea as black as ink, expecting something to quickly drill out of it to increase the effect of the show, the door of the box behind him was kicked open with a "bang".

Su Wen turned around and saw ......

There were a large number of bet tickets, probably thousands, that had apparently just been printed out of the magic printing press, and at this time they were all connected and untorn, and they were stacked in such a way that they covered most of Alexin's upper body. From Su Wen's point of view, he could only see the faint dull hair on the top of the red dragon's head and the majestic bulge on his chest.

Su Wen almost sprayed a mouthful of water onto the light curtain.

"How much did you buy!?"

"All the gold!"

Alex tiptoed back to the couch in excitement and jumped on his back, letting the heavy bets in his arms weigh on him, trying to sniff the ink on it while he couldn't put it down.

"You bought all of Reinhardt, didn't you......"

"Sniff sniff!" the nose jerked, "Of course!"

"What's the odds?"

"Who knows, whatever!"

“......”

Su Wen glanced at the betting tickets, each of which showed a betting base of 100 gold coins, which seems to be the maximum amount of regular betting tickets in the Ring Arena, and at the moment, the number of bets that can make Alex take a bath in the ticket pile is converted into a bet amount of close to seven figures, where did Alex get so much money, she seemed to be a poor ghost when she last saw her!

Thinking about the messy treasures in her space bag, Su Wen couldn't help but think about it carefully.

If Reinhardt hits the street, I don't know how heavy her loss is, no wonder Uncle Scott, this stupid dragon, will not hesitate to alarm the heavens and the earth to arrest her back, and in the long run, the gold mountain will not be protected!

――Dividing Line――

When the heavy rain began, under the urgent command of Ai Zheqin, the sixty-two people who were still on the deck, half of them and half of the non-trial members, moved to the command room on the deck.

There were so many people gathered in the small space, and it suddenly seemed extremely crowded.

The sixty-odd men were not protected, but they had chosen their own division of labor, staying on deck as a fighting force against a possible invasion - yes, it wasn't just a storm at sea, twenty minutes earlier, Ezchel had been here for the third time, and had confirmed that the Sea Clan had infiltrated through a hole in the bottom of the ship.

The battle is bound to happen, and everyone is holding back their strength, and they have the most sufficient confidence, that is, they are not afraid of death.

It is also the only barrier that sustains their beliefs.

"Did any of you hear the singing?"

Suddenly, the voice of a magic apprentice rang out in the command room.

There was silence for a moment, and everyone listened carefully, and in the sound of the storm outside the cabin, it seemed that there was indeed a faint and melodious rhythm.

“yerhzectalerxduseatmaalsss......”

Once the song was discovered, it didn't seem to disappear from the ears again, and the command room grew noisy, apparently hearing it more and more people.

"It's getting louder. ”

"It can't be the Sea Clan's ghost, right?"

"Definitely, let's see what they're going to do, it's pretty good. ”

“...... ayelebezavysssfewevelexhyummnos......”

The singing became more and more graceful.

“...... saaxtiirsfaweelaastiirayeesaaxtiirsfaweexaarstiivayee......”

"Bang!"

At that moment, the heavy wooden door of the command room was opened, and the salty water vapor poured into the crowded room with the sound of a fierce storm, slapping the trialists on their faces.

Ai Zheqin stood in the doorway, with an air shield composed of wind elements around him, and in this harsh environment, there were almost no drops of water on his body.

"Did you all hear Sezhin's war song, open the elemental shield, and the Sea Clan is about to launch an all-out attack!"

“wasyearachsrrecorlefhauri！wasyearalhasyatatakafria！wasyearachsrreasyartesciel！rrhayearalhasyayosfedyya！”

Almost at the same time, the melodious singing in everyone's ears suddenly turned sharply, becoming as fierce as the storm in the sky!

Then, as if struck by a battering ram, the ship's hull slammed, and then tilted diagonally with an unprecedented lift, and everyone screamed in horror and pressed towards the side of the command room...... (To be continued.) )