Tornadoes generally do not last long, and more than half an hour is rare. Shut up and just hope now that when this shit is over and he falls with those fish, he won't be too far away from Winter Qingdao.

With everything in front of us spinning rapidly, time has become a very vague concept.

Tens of seconds, minutes, or hours?

When Shut Up was thrown out of the confines of the tornado, it was soaking wet, its claws were facing the sky, its wings spread out and flat at its sides, and its two small black eyes stared at the sky in a stunned manner, trying to find answers in the cloudy sky.

Then it shuddered and jumped.

The cumulonimbus clouds overhead did not dissipate, indicating that they were still within the range of the tornado!

Shut up and turn your head to see that the walls of the giant tornado are still around it, and the seawater, fish and shrimp, and large and small ship fragments that have been rolled up in the wind whirl fiercely, like a distorted and oppressive abstract painting.

It lowered its head and found that beneath its feet was a wet, iron-blue rock.

"I'm in? this is Winter Qingdao?" shut up and looked inside the island, but the rain splashing down from the sky flowed into its eyes, making it feel a tingle.

Even the rain was salty! It shook its head and realized that the so-called raindrops were the sea water that had been swept up by the wind.

In this kind of weather, it is difficult to see the scene from ten meters away, so I can only roughly judge the direction by closing my mouth, gather my feathers, and limp towards the center of the island.

Walking is much slower than flying, but at least it can ensure that it will not be blown away again, but fortunately, Qingdao is not big in winter, and it didn't take long for the throne hall to appear in front of it.

It had taken a few steps along the iron-blue rock façade and saw a small window no more than thirty centimeters in diameter above it—a size that humans couldn't pass through, but it was easy to get through it by shutting up.

It was relieved that there was no wind in the hall at all, and it was dry.

It glides silently onto the candle-lit iron chandelier, carefully baking its soaked feathers.

How much time was left? It remembered that when it left Kitamaple Island, it was July 11th, which was ten days before Phil had inferred. Even if you add in the time spent in the tornado, there should always be a few more days to find the holes in the defenses here, right?

Shut up and didn't plan to stop this on its own, it just wanted to find an opportunity to release the dozen or so idiots who were locked in the box, and let these idiots work hard for the rest of the matter!

The door to the hall was suddenly pushed open, and he shut up and shrunk himself behind the lampstand, the gray figure difficult to spot in the shadow of the chandelier.

It was Prime Minister Hall who walked in, and the person who followed him shut up and hadn't seen it, but judging by his clothes, he should be a high-ranking officer of the Imperial Navy.

Behind these two men, a group of naval soldiers carried several large boxes.

"Prime Minister Hall, how do you put these things out?" the naval officer asked.

"That's fine, Admiral Max. Hale said, handing him a roll of parchment.

Admiral Max opened the drawing and turned sideways to let the light shine on it, an action that also made him shut up and not even move the tip of his claws, so that he could clearly see the content on it.

The drawing depicts the architectural layout of the hall, with some numbers clearly marked, and it is supposed that the contents of the corresponding number boxes should be placed in different directions.

The Navy soldiers moved quickly, and after ten minutes, the hall changed.

The huge golden seat was moved to the side, and two more chairs of the same size were added parallel to it, one light blue and the other dark gray.

The three chairs didn't seem to be intended for people to sit on, and on each of the three seats, Hall placed a stone statue of the god. The stone statue that he could pick up effortlessly, that is, twenty or thirty centimeters high, seemed to be the location of the three main gods.

In front of the chairs, the red carpet on the ground had been removed, revealing the stone floor. The stone bricks on the floor are paved in circles, and although they are all gray, the central one is a little lighter in color than the outer ones.

Hall's right hand had been hidden in the wide sleeve of his robe, and it was only then that it was extended for the first time. What he held in his hand was the box of silence that had been shut up and searched for a long time, containing the twelve idiots.

Several naval soldiers placed a cylindrical black iron frame here, made of twisted curves with a groove at the top.

Hale placed the Box of Silence in the groove, and the curves on the iron frame and the curves wrapped around the surface of the box instantly merged.

Subsequently, the soldiers placed similar metal shelves around the hall to encircle the city.

After everything was arranged, Hall nodded with satisfaction, but Admiral Max asked puzzledly, "I don't quite understand, why did you put everything out so early?"

Hall smiled and asked, "Is it early?" What do you think it's today, Admiral Max?"

Admiral Max did not know what to do, and replied with a frown: "July 13th, do you want me to tell the year as well?"

Hall pulled out a pocket watch from his robe, larger than usual, and by the dim light of the chandelier, he could see that there were no familiar hands on the dial, only a gray cloud beneath the glass cover.

"This clock is powered by the Storm Lord's divine power," Hale said, pressing a button next to the dial, "even if all the clocks are wrong, this one's time will be absolutely accurate." ”

Lightning flashed in the dark clouds under the glass cover, and the flickering flashes formed a row of tiny handwriting. Shut up and squinted for a long time, but it couldn't read what was written on it, but Admiral Max's voice told it the answer.

"July 20th?!How is it possible?!We have only been through the wall of wind for half a day!" exclaimed Admiral Max.

"Near the passage that is about to open, your primal senses will be deceived, Admiral. Hall said with a smile.

Shut up, though surprised, but immediately remembered that among the materials in his stomach was a paper by a certain high-level mage, titled "On the Temporal Deviation Caused by the Convergence of Magical Energy". This article is so profound that even such a well-read magical creation knows every word, and you don't know what it means when you connect them.

But today, it seems that maybe some time was stolen while passing through the wind wall here?

Hall in the hall continued, "It's eleven o'clock soon, Admiral. An hour later, it will be time for the passage to open, and now, we can invite the three main gods to come here. ”