Ivan silently looked at Sylvia's black hair dancing in the wind.

Clarence also did not respond. He slowly propped up his arms, fingers crossed.

"Raven...... And Mr. Yafil, Miss Trande, I don't know if you've heard of the legend of Takamo. Legend has it that during the Great Holy War between our ancestors and the Monarch of Confusion, the Monarch of Chaos as the Demon King once invaded the continent of Paran. At that time, the magician of the Feather Clan, Ota Feather Spirit, once led a thousand magicians to summon the terrible god of the earth in this place......"

When Ivan heard of this legend, it was the "noble witch" beside him who told him. She also said that the sorcerer's castle was built to worship the gods. Could it be that Sylvia means that the god of the earth still exists?

And then there's the fact that Lightgill has memories of the god of light. Lightgir was clearly a magic magic weapon given to his mother Wendy by a Nome craftsman and later used by his father John, and if Lightgir had anything to do with the old gods that wizards worshipped, John would have known. Or did the Nome artisans not sue Wendy and John in the first place?

It's getting more and more confusing.

Ivan stared down at his wrist, Lightgill's warm touch made his injured wrist not feel the slightest uncomfortable. Is there really a soul in this little wrist chakra that can talk to Sylvia? Lightgill's current owner knew nothing about traditional magic, and he was upset by the fact that he knew something uncanny.

Let's talk a little bit...... Ivan thought so cranky, even if he didn't have Sylvia's talent, he was the person most closely connected to Lightgill.

“...... The god of the earth recorded in the legend should be called the 'king of the earth elves' according to the Yu clan. The long-lived homeland of the Yu tribe, 'Romesa', is said to be the perfect heavenly kingdom in the sky. However, due to the wrong actions of the ruler of Romesa at that time, Romesa was contaminated by Yan Zòng, and finally fell into the sea, setting off a disaster that affected the continent of Paran and the continent of the demon Seto. The 'elven king', who has no body, has also fallen because he has been polluted. ”

Ivan looked up, and Clarence was telling a story that Sylvia hadn't told. As a "scholar", Clarence has a lot of knowledge that ordinary people don't understand.

"The 'elves' themselves have no form, they are given the form of a mage, just as the wind elf summoned by Sylvia is a whirlwind. The fallen Elven King has a strong sense of destruction, and although the Elven King of the Earth summoned by Ota has disappeared after that great war, his will remains in the land - Sylvia's meaning, and that's it. ”

"Well......" Sylvia replied a little timidly, "I, I think, that will seems to be possessed...... Well, that's not a good word, but Ulysses has become so much like the legendary god of the earth that when I listen to him, I feel like he has another voice in his body. ”

"But the elven king of Romesa should speak in Romesa—" The crow leaned back, hugged the back of his head, and smiled playfully, "Hey, what did your father say?"

"You're mistaken for a crow. Clarence smiled wryly, "Elemental elves have no body, and their voices are also given by magicians. The other voice that Sylvia heard was perhaps the true voice of her father's heart. However, you said that it was possible for him to be possessed by the 'god of the earth'......"

"Why, what? Is my guess strange?" Sylvia clenched her fists sharply, her face flushed.

"I think it's possible, too. Clarence looked up at her, a smile of approval curled up at the corners of his mouth.

Sylvia quickly turned her head away. Clarence didn't look at her all the time, he stood up, facing the direction the boat was heading, the cold wind stirring his cloak.

"Anyway, only see him first. Clarence's tone was tinged with regret, he closed his eyes slightly, and picked up the book in his hand, "Array of Mist, please follow my instructions and blind the eyes of the peepers." ”

A circle of mist suddenly rose from the dark water around the boat, at first just a circle, and then quickly diffuse, and for a few seconds, it seemed as if it were shrouded in a thick fog day and place. The shrill horn sounded from the ship in the distance, and Clarence knew that if he continued to get closer, he would be discovered, so he used the magic to cover his whereabouts beforehand.

"Ready, we're going to rush over. He waved his arms, and the wing-like wind stirred up a man-high wave on either side of the boat, and he looked up, the unusually chaotic sound of the wind echoing above him.

"If you meet those elders—"

"Yes, I know. Clarence and the raven exchanged coded words, and the raven stood up, his cloak raised in the wind, and he flashed several daggers in his hand as if by magic. Sylvia got up and took a few steps closer to Clarence, Aisha raised two magic pistols, and Ivan stood behind her, his right hand ready to strike, looking at the right rear of the boat.

Clarence began to chant incantations in a continuous manner, and several bird-like wind spirits swept over their heads, but because of Clarence's magic, they could not find the boat hidden in the fog. However, even so, the other four people on the boat couldn't help but feel scared. The crow's eyes glittered with rare solemnity, and Sylvia tugged at the back of Clarence's cloak and looked around nervously.

"Brother, ahead!"

At the same time as Sylvia shouted, a strong whirlwind whistled towards the small boat in the mist, and the icy water rose from the surface of the lake like a standing water snake. Aisha immediately waved her left hand and shot out cold condensed ice balls one after another, and at the same time, she aimed the fire attribute gun in her right hand at the front-

The raven had already struck, and seven daggers flew out together, each with a whirlwind of arrow-like tail feathers that pierced into the whirlwind. The impact of the wind threw the entire boat into the air. Clarence frowned slightly, and continued to chant the incantation, the book in his hand rattling. Suddenly, the wind changed direction in mid-air, holding the boat firmly like a pair of giant hands, and then lowered it back to the water.

Ivan turned and threw out a blade of light, and the moment the frozen water spirits shattered, he quickly moved a few steps to the bow of the ship. The fire in front of the bow was dazzlingly bright.

A huge black shadow suddenly appeared in the fog that was blown away by the wind!

It was a boat. It was Ulysses' ship, to be exact, as if it had been a hallucination, and it had just been a few dozen meters away from it, but now it was rapidly approaching their tiny ship with a majestic attitude. The ice smashed into the water, splashing in all directions, and the scattered wind whirlwind continued to set off huge waves, and the cold water slapped on them mercilessly.

There were several white figures standing on Ulysses' boat, so far away that Ivan couldn't tell their faces. They all held their hands in the air, as if performing some kind of sacrificial ritual, chanting ancient incantations.

Suddenly, on the big ship, a dazzling fire erupted!