The sky to the west was overcast, and the smoke was thick beneath the black magical canopy. Countless black pillars of smoke swirled from hundreds of ignition points, and were then absorbed by the spells created by the Knox Commons, as fate did the wraiths unleashed by Siegel. Fireballs, acid rain, and hail were constantly falling from the sky, and only near the pillar of light was safe. The city of Makabuda was filled with cries, most of which belonged to slaves. As for the orcs who can still take up arms, they will eventually succumb to the control of the mind by power when faced with powerful magic.

No one knows what happened to the Three-Eyed Admiral, he planned to go to the Beastmaster Palace, but he was not found on the battlefield. Thousands of wolf cavalry and crossbow shooters disappeared at the same time, who had been stationed in the timber yard outside the city, but no one had seen them after the chaos.

None of this is known to Siegel. By the time he sailed to the eastern sea, the Red Shadow Spire had just begun to take shape, and it could not be seen even with the sight of a black eye. After a whole night, they finally made it to the vast ocean, and the eastern sea level began to glow slightly, which also heralded the arrival of new hope.

Everyone could finally breathe a sigh of relief, and some of the refugees had already come to the deck with great excitement, crying bitterly in the direction of the sea. Siegel rested the oarsman and took the long oar back into the cabin. With the wind blowing from the west, the spinnaker was playing a good role, and it was carrying the big ship smoothly to the southeast.

Siegel was very tired, and the number of spells he used that night was not large, but there were many times when they needed to be precisely controlled, causing him to use a lot of energy. Now he wants to get some sleep, but there is still a lot of work to be done on the ship. Some are also difficult to protend to others. Hum Ke went to arrange the lives of the refugees. Count the amount of food and water. Rationing is then carried out. However, the work was too difficult for him, and he was soon taken over by Fezak, who had bandaged his wounds. He has been a grocery store owner for many years and has a knack for counting supplies and distributing water. Manna is responsible for keeping an eye out for the situation around her, and any ships that appear are to report to Siegel. As for the mage himself, he was working with several gladiators to prepare to hang the mainsail on the mast.

The work would have required at least six skilled sailors to complete, and it was done without moving. Siegel didn't have such a good hand at the moment, so he had to hang the sails in the slowest but safest way. This will take several hours. He climbed up and down the mast many times, and his agility was as great as it was then, but now he was feared, so there was no longer cheering or applauding. Siegel was a little disappointed at this point.

When the sun leaps out of the water, everyone is trying to pull the sails high with ropes. Fezak limped and walked up to the deck with a basket of food for the crowd. Eat very simply, just a few shriveled apples, oat powder with figs and a strip of jerky that can be washed into your stomach with red wine. Most of the people on board had eaten before nightfall. What is more unbearable than hunger now is sleepiness. So everyone rarely spoke, and after a few simple bites, they fell to the ground and fell asleep.

"Don't distribute so much food next time. Siegel told the one-eyed father, "All according to the minimum ration." The people of the village had never been on a boat. Don't waste food on seasickness and vomiting. ”

"Okay, Siegel. Fezak replied, "I don't know what will become of Makabuda in the end." ”

"I can probably guess, but I don't want to say. The mage said with some sadness, "Although this is an inevitable situation in war, after all, there are too many lives that die. While I exterminated the orcs, many human slaves were also implicated. ”

"It's not your fault. ”

"Of course I know that. Siegel shoved the fig into his mouth and chewed hard. "I'm not stupid enough to think that slavery was made through my fault, but I'm just a little angry that I'm not capable enough. ”

"You're already strong. "You are the strongest young man I have ever met," said Fezak, "and he is full of chivalry and willing to help the weak." All the people on this ship can be rescued because of you. But how are you going to place them? Most of them are orcs, and Waterdeep won't accept these potential threats. ”

"Some people may choose to disembark early, as long as I can find a place to land. But for others, I have arrangements. Siegel said, "I have a royal order, approved by Prince Aaron and issued by Count Todd, to sign orders from orc soldiers and farmers. With this order, at least Waterdeep will take you in for the time being. As for the rest of the matter, what I lack now is land to house them. Maybe I can ask the dwarves for a favor, at least I know that the Dragon Lion Cliff is still uninhabited. It's a little more desolate, but it's better than the Wasteland of Tears. ”

"Are you really a knight?" asked Fezak after a moment's pause.

"Yes, the Baronial Title of the Starry Kingdom. I'm not going to lie to you about this kind of thing. ”

Fezak hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, my lord, I didn't know before. ”

"Okay, everyone has survived the danger together, don't be restrained. Siegel said, "Isn't it nice that you're a spy and I'm a sailor?"

"My career as a scout is finally coming to an end. When I return to Waterdeep, I may open another grocery store and continue to do this, after all, it has been more than ten years. The one-eyed daddy said with a smile.

"Don't forget to help me smuggle some more stuff at that time, but don't try to steal my wallet again. Siegel was joking, too.

"I don't dare to deal with smugglers anymore, and I can finally be an honest earner, and those things are still not good. ”

The one-eyed dad can retire and enjoy retirement, but Siegel still has a long way to go, and his adventurous heart remains. He still had in mind Janet, Sir Bill, and Evan and the others, who had been separated from them for too long, and did not know how far the war had got. What about the Jackdaw tribe and Giant Kerry on the prairie, and has the Iron Rider of the Two-Headed Wolf spotted them?

Siegel finished his meal and continued to arrange the sails while thinking about his future plans. He estimated that if it went well, he would be able to reach Waterdeep from Makabuda in about twelve days. After all, he burned down the orc shipyard, and I believe that neither the Mage Federation nor the Masked Lords' Council can remain indifferent. Regardless of whether Waterdeep knows about Prince Aaron's current situation or whether he sends troops to meet him, Siegel is ready to rush to the Walled Mountains to find Janet's whereabouts as soon as he obtains the spell book and scroll.

It's a long detour, and Siegel knows that, but he makes that choice anyway. He could not leave these refugees behind in advance and chose to go ashore near the city wall mountain range. Doing so would save him a lot of time, but it would be against his conscience.

Conscience is a very heavy burden, but only by shouldering this burden can we become heroes. Siegel thought as he stepped up his work. With the magic, hanging the sail was much easier than expected, especially after the activation rope spell that could be moved as you wished. Under Siegel's control, the rope becomes a flexible tentacle, as if several sailors skilled at this skill are working at the same time. The people on deck watched all this in amazement, and lowered their voices to discuss. Ordinary people rarely have access to spellcasters, so their awe gradually deepens, and they soon develop obedience. It would make the whole journey a lot easier, at least Siegel wouldn't have to worry too much about managing passengers. But deep down in the mage's heart, he preferred this obedience to come from love rather than awe.

The sails are opened, immediately catching the mischievous wind, allowing the boat to gradually increase its speed. The entire hull is also more balanced, and the undulating shaking of the previous one is no longer the same. Siegel cleared a clearing under the mast and made a simple windbreak wall out of chests, which was his domain for some time to come. Even if the cold wind at sea in winter is even more difficult on deck, only Siegel can master the sails and course, so it is his duty to shirk it.

Both Manna and Fezak persuaded him to get out of the cabin, but the Hum orcs decided to accompany him. Upon learning of this, the refugees gathered some of the thickest and warmest cloaks and sent them to Siegel. Dadewa carried a barrel of ale from the warehouse, the best dark brown ale, which could almost be drunk as porridge. Little Deva found a brazier and was responsible for collecting pieces of wood from place to place, trying to keep the heat in the brazier as much as possible.

"And it's not just for you. "We've just moved the kitchen here, don't you mind." ”

It's impossible for a true wasteland man to learn to say "Yes, my lord," but Siegel doesn't mind.

The sea is endless, and Siegel knows the direction of navigation according to the position of the sun, and he chooses a route away from the shoreline, so as to avoid both the ill-intentioned eyes on the shore and the hidden reefs underwater. But the biggest advantage is that instead of spending the whole day adjusting the direction of his progress, he can calm down and read the magic book.

It's been a long time since he's felt like this, and it's been nearly a year since his last boat ride. When he returned to the boat, he felt a familiar feeling that he had not felt in a long time, and he was as comfortable and peaceful as a baby lying in his mother's arms. By near noon, the sky had cleared up, and there was no orc territory in sight, and there was no shadow of any other sails. At this time, Siegel took out his wand, cast a protective spell on himself, and then asked Baron the raven to keep a sentry, and he could finally get a good night's sleep.

It was a dreamless sleep, deep and comfortable. The constant shaking of the hull made him rest exceptionally. When I woke up, the sun had set over the sea level, and the orange-red sunset stretched across the sky and the ocean. Siegel adjusts the angle of the sail according to the position of the sun and the direction of the wind. The galleys sailed on calm seas, and the currents could be hidden at a deeper level and did not interfere with the boat, which greatly reduced the difficulty of his work.

At night, he will be awake, for the stars in the sky will help him to determine his position and will also reveal his destiny for him. (To be continued......)