With a snap, a faint layer of translucent silver appeared out of thin air in front of Angele. And the water suddenly split into countless small streams in mid-air, turned into a canopy, and hit the surface of the silver layer.

Wow!

With Angele's automatic talent protection, there are actually more than a dozen small streams of water that have not been completely blocked. All at once it got on his chest and clothes.

The silver layer disappeared in an instant, and the blocked water suddenly fell on the deck.

Angre patted the water stains on his clothes, and a look of interest suddenly appeared on his face.

"Tell me how to raise this?" he asked, standing up and looking at the stunned sailors beside him.

Inside the cabin, Anglie stood at a tall wooden table, looking at the small cistern placed on it. Inside the tank, a fist-sized red ball fish was lying at the bottom of the tank, spitting blisters leisurely.

After standing by the tank and observing for a while, Angre returned to the table and sat down.

Picking up a white quill, he wrote a line of headings on a brand new parchment.

'Simulation Feasibility of Remote Splitting with No Forceless Field'

After correcting and optimizing the spell structure of the secondary Flame Orb, the chip once again entered the combat plan of analyzing the talent of the metal force field. In addition, there should be a task space for small tasks such as temporary structure parsing at any time. So it's impossible to completely occupy two task spaces.

Then this task is for Anglie to solve by himself.

If an ordinary creature like the Red Ball Fish is able to spit out a splash of water that can split without the help of a force field, then if he can master this technique, it will also be of great help to his metal force field battle.

At the same time, there is also a task to optimize the secondary flame orb by himself, and Anglie is also very scheduled.

From the afternoon to the evening, he stayed in the room, stimulating the red ball fish again and again, making it squirt water to attack. And constantly observe and imitate this shock.

In the knowledge system of the wizarding world, there is also mechanics, so Anglie combined the basic knowledge, as well as some physical and chemical knowledge on the earth, and quickly deduced the principle of this water impact.

The principle of a chain blasting similar to a reaction of matter is simple, but without knowledge from Earth, it is estimated that it would be difficult for Anglie to detect this reaction so quickly.

It took three days for Anglie to thoroughly process and parse this principled structure.

Violet has also visited Angel in the past few days, and his potion has greatly increased the growth rate of her mental power. Although she knew that it was only temporary, she was still very grateful. The rumors on the ship these days also protect her in disguise, and will also be of great help to her later return to the Andes. And Angle, who gave her all this, did not get anything good from her.

This kind of help purely out of nostalgia makes her grateful.

Time flew by, and after more than ten days, the Prospect finally arrived at the second pier.

This is where Lu Landuo, Eli, and Nancy got off the ship. It is a desolate coast, with rocky cliffs, steep and uneven, only a silver-gray sea cliff on the side, built a simple wooden sea bridge.

The brown wooden bridge was supported by four arm-thick wooden stakes, and looked like it was about to rot away.

The sky was gray and the wind was strong.

There were two people standing on the bridge, both dressed in white aristocratic costumes in the style of dresses. A man and a woman, who seem to be husband and wife, look very young. The woman snuggles up in the arms of the man.

After the two of them got on the ship, they saluted the two wizards and moved into the lower cabins, and the people who could find the Prospect were not ordinary people, and no one looked into their origins. The Prospect moved on.

Anglie stood at the bow of the ship, looking out at the coastline that was fading away.

"Are we going into the deep sea from now on?" he asked the helmsman behind him, a bearded man with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Yes, my lord, this is the last stop, and after that comes the stop on the opposite continent. The man replied with a smile as he removed his cigarette. These sailors were specially selected by the wizarding organization, and they were all very clear about the identities of the people on board.

"And how long will it take to get to the next stop?"

"Because it's a headwind, and it's winter, there are some troublesome things that need to be guarded against, so it's a lot slower, and it's estimated that it will take at least two months. The helmsman replied.

"Two months. Angliel frowned, "What do you need to guard against?"

"Some disgusting sawfish who like to gouge the bottom of the boat have to bypass the forbidden area of the sea tribe, the mermaid sea. In addition, some turbulent areas that are unique to winter must also be avoided. Without experienced and powerful navigators, no ship would have dared to go to sea at all in this season. The helmsman had a smug look on his face.

"And you're our navigator?" asked Angle, interested.

"Of course. The helmsman smiled, "Carthage Mennon, this is my name, Lord Blackrobe. He gripped the rudder with one hand and saluted with the other to his chest.

"Then it's up to you for this journey. Angliel smiled, "As the most outstanding helmsman navigator of Haiyan Harbor, it is an honor to serve you. Carthage laughed easily. Judging from his attire, it is not difficult to see his former aristocratic status.

"Those who dare to go to sea in this season, I believe that there are only a few people in the entire eastern continent of the Jewel Sea. Carthage's tone was filled with pride.

"Is the Sea of Jewels the name of the ocean between the eastern and western continents?"

"Yes, the name has been handed down for a long time, and this ocean is as beautiful as a sapphire. ”

Angre nodded: "By the way, there seems to be something flying over in the sky over there." He pointed to the left-hand side of Carthage.

The latter turned his head away, and his face changed suddenly.

"That's the Harpy! What the hell, what are they doing here? The Prospect is no ordinary ship. Carthage waved his hand and shouted. "Brothers, get ready to work!!It's the shameful bandits of the Harpy!!"

"Harpys??These mongrels still dare to come!!Last time, uncle, I smashed three of them to death at once!" a muscular male urn roared angrily.

"Get your weapons and shields!!Stop talking nonsense!"

"Watch out of their rocks!"

There was a rush on the Prospect, and everyone began to prepare for the battle.

Sailors picked up weapons such as javelins and throwing knives, and brought helmets and brambhals of black iron metal from stockpiles. Soon it became a group of fierce combatants.

The apprentices hid in the cabin and did not come out, but watched from a distance at the hatch of the ship, where Villerett was standing.

Anglie and Temorrah, who had heard the news, stood on the black deck to the side, looking up at the sky in the distance. The two of them alone occupied a large empty space. No one around dared to approach them, for fear of being affected.

The Prospect is not far from the sky in the sky.

In a blue sky, a large group of black dots was rapidly approaching. As the distance approached, these black dots quickly became clear.

Each black dot was a woman with eagle wings and talons, naked and covered with gray-brown feathers, with darker black-brown wings, and flapping constantly, driving them swiftly through the sky.

These women were ugly-looking, had no hands or feet, they only had yellow talons like eagles, two on their wings and two on their feet. The breasts on the chest are also unabashedly revealed.

Quack, quack!

Before they could get closer, they let out a shrill scream.

Both claws on his feet clutched at pieces of gray and white stones the size of a human head.

"Be hidden!!" shouted a brawny man who looked like a battle leader.

So the sailors raised their arms and shields in their hands, ready to parry the stones.

The harpys finally flew over, screaming and lining up to knock the stones off their talons.

Boom!

The first stone was violently blocked by a sailor, and the rubble splattered with dust.

This was followed by the second block, the third block

A large number of stones were dropped, and they were blocked by the skilful parrying of the sailors. In a series of dense thuds, no one was hit, except for a few who were bruised by the flying rubble.

Anglie looked up at the sky above the ship, and the harpies kept throwing stones at the ship, and then circled over the ship.

"These harpies are a branch of the ancient bloodline, but unfortunately, they are now so weak that even mortals can't defeat them. Temora said with a smile not far away.

"They have no high intelligence, no social character, and at best are social beasts, and apart from a slight resemblance to humans, they are completely inferior to wild species. It is only possible to do some robbers who plunder food in the coastal area. Temora continued.

"It's really weak. Angel nodded.

Suddenly, a stone the size of a human head fell on him.

Boom!

The stone was suddenly blocked by a layer of silver metal that appeared out of thin air in front of Angliel, and fell into the water outside the ship's side with a crisp pop.

"Dare to make a move against a formal wizard, and I don't even know about the dangerous beast. It's sad enough of a race. Anglie said lightly. "But I've also seen in the information that the Harpy does have the bloodline of an ancient species. They like to prey on human males, catch them in their nests and use them as fertility machines, and then eat them directly when they achieve their goals. In the same harpy lair, there can only be one harpy king, and it is said that this unique leader is characterized by white feathers. I wonder if that's still the case?"

"You are so knowledgeable. A hint of surprise flashed in Temora's eyes. "I don't know about their social life, these are not very important things, the only thing that these low-level species have a little use for is their ancient bloodline. However, the ancient bloodlines of these species have long been thin to a certain level, and they cannot be extracted at all, and many wizards have tried them, but unfortunately they have all failed, wasting a lot of manpower, financial resources and precious resources in vain. ”

"Really?" Angliel's eyes flashed. "But I'm still interested, let's catch the two ends and test them later. ”

"Why don't we compare and see who can solve it first?" Temora shrugged and laughed.

"Glad to be there. Angel laughed too.

(To be continued)