Chapter 1149： Cross the border

Sailing on the ocean far from the land, the deadly disorderly turbulence is the biggest risk that travelers have to face-these sudden and strong magical disturbances come and go without a trace, and will make a piece of land in a very short time. The sea has changed from calm to extreme environment, and each time it will cover a fairly wide area.

For ocean-going ships that lack effective early warning and protection methods, these characteristics of disorderly turbulence are undoubtedly deadly threats. The lack of effective early warning means that the ship cannot avoid in advance, the deterioration rate is extremely fast, and the coverage is wide. , It means that the ship has no time to escape the storm zone before it suffers fatal damage. Once it falls into the extreme weather caused by disorderly turbulence, an old ship may be dismantled into pieces within ten minutes.

In order to challenge the ocean, the two human empires each developed advanced ships based on their technical routes. The Typhons created a weather warning capable of sensing the scale and location of disorderly turbulence to a certain extent by restoring ancient storm relics. Instruments, and developed a protective system sufficient to protect ships in extreme weather conditions for a long time. The Cecils built large battleships with strong alloys, and used energy shields to enhance the protection of ships, and introduced the sea monster And Naga’s navigation technology can avoid the risk of disorderly turbulence to the greatest extent.

The pros and cons of the two routes are not yet known, but one thing is certain, that is, they are both very new and in a very immature stage.

Therefore, in addition to carrying out the task of transporting support materials, the fleet led by Bitter Winter also shoulders an important mission, which is to collect as far as possible the meteorological data of the distant sea area, and collect all the information related to disorderly turbulence. Returning safely, these materials will become the precious wealth of Cecil and even all the mortal civilizations on the Loren continent.

The sirens sounded on each ship, and the crew and passengers who heard the sirens reacted instantly and returned to their posts or safer interior space as quickly as possible.

Byron returned to the bridge of the Bitter Winter, looking down at the height of the well-trained soldiers quickly entering the work post and preparing to deal with the disorderly turbulence: under the control of the operator, the ship’s shield was at its shortest The power ridge starts to be charged in the enhanced mode within a period of time. A large amount of seawater is pumped into the element conversion pool and converted into cold pure water with extremely high efficiency. It is ready to act as an extra when the power ridge is overheated. The cooling medium.

All this is in order. Although the operators are busy and nervous, they have no sense of the temporary panic and turmoil of the storm, and Byron knows that the conditions on the other ships, even if they are worse than the Bitter Winter, will not be too far behind. .

Well-trained is one thing, and the other reason is that this is not the first "magic storm" that the fleet has encountered during this voyage-since it set sail in Beigang, the fleet has already encountered it in the vast open sea area. Three long-distance chaotic turbulences and one close chaotic turbulence are as we all know: restless magical turbulence is a very common phenomenon in the far sea, and considering the priority of the mission and the loss in navigation, even With the siren and naga as the pilots, the fleet should not deviate too far from the scheduled route, but proceeded close to the edge of the safe route while avoiding the storm area as much as possible, which caused the crew on the ship to meet every few hours. I saw the "scary natural wonder" appearing in the distance.

Passing by the chaotic turbulence several times, the sailors on the ships have been out of the initial panic mentality. Although it is not enough to say that they are not enough, they can at least perform normally in their posts.

However, from the words of Krassandra, it seems that this time will be the closest to the disorderly turbulence since the Bitter Winter set sail from Northport... At such a close distance, the scene may be better. It was more exciting before.

At this moment, a roar from high above bursts suddenly, interrupting Byron’s cranky thinking on the bridge, and at the same time, a bright blue light shines in from the crystal glass window on one side, instantly lighting The entire bridge was reflected in a sea-blue piece, and everyone on the Bitter Winter was instantly tensed—disorderly turbulence began.

In an unpredictable way, a large curtain of gorgeous light suddenly rose up over the sea near the sailing fleet. That scene was like a sudden burst of the sky, and the ancient stars splashed from the opening of the sky, beautiful The curtain of fluttering light stretches in the sky, but this beautiful scene will not bring any good follow-up. Following the curtain of light, the giant lightning that suddenly penetrates the sky and the sea, countless large and small high-energy sparks Follow these lightnings to breed out of the air!

The violent energy release process began, and the entire sea area began to enter a state of charging. The filled water element quickly "boils" under the influence of magical power. A huge wave rises on the surface of the sea, and the wind roars, and the sea is still wide and calm the previous second. At this moment, a huge, devastating high-wall curtain is rising, pressing down in front of the crew of Bitter Winter and all other ships with a powerful posture-at the closest position, this "curtain wall" is even only from the fleet A few kilometers away, this makes it look more terrifying.

At this moment, even a warrior who has a heart like steel, has to feel sincerely trembling in the face of this terrifying natural might.

...

Inside the Mary on Ice, adventurers are gathering in the internal dining room below the deck according to the instructions. The enhanced porthole on the side of the dining room is constantly lit up with the dazzling blue light or the pale light brought by the lightning when the magic power is released. This ship is seen by ordinary people. The steel mechanical ship, which was already like a mountain on the sea, was swaying from left to right, and disturbing creaking noises were constantly coming from some corners. All the brave and brave adventurers of the past are all tense and tense, and their fists hidden under the table are white-no one talks loudly or is strict with the ship. The rules of expressing opinions, on the contrary, are quietly like students in the college waiting for the teacher to hand out the exam papers.

The young huntress Lola was sitting in a position near the porthole with a pale face-she didn't really want to see the storm raging outside, but it would be more disturbing to hide away from the porthole and listen to the sound. , So she had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit here, watching how far the clear storm boundary line was from the ship, and couldn’t help but mutter: “I don’t like this feeling... In the tin can, like a lamb to be slaughtered..."

"This helps you develop awe of the forces of nature," a middle-aged man in a druid robes sat nearby, trying to maintain a calm expression and an elderly calm and intelligent tone to Laura. Said, "In the face of powerful natural forces, one's bravery and good fighting will eventually lower your head. In this storm, I have learned some truths that are hard to reach on land..."

Laura looked down at the druid's table, and immediately felt heartfelt admiration-in all fairness, she herself couldn't make the cowhide so smooth and natural even when her legs were almost shaken out. .

She retracted her gaze, and subconsciously glanced at the old "adventurer" sitting opposite to her, and was surprised to see a pair of eyes full of excitement, which were staring at the sea outside the window.

"Did you see it just now?!" Modil said happily, as if seeing a golden mountain in front of him, "Did you see the moment when the disordered turbulence just started? The energy released from the source point is from high above the sky. At the beginning, and I bet at least at the top of the static boundary layer...maybe even in the turbulent layer! So the disordered turbulence on the sea surface should actually be a'by-product' of some kind of upper atmospheric phenomenon-humans cannot predict its appearance. It's normal! Our vision is too low!"

Laura's face became more and more weird, but her mentality was stabilized a lot under the leadership of the old man. She swallowed and asked with some difficulty: "This is the situation, you still have the mind to do your research. Huh?"

"This situation? Of course it is the situation! Do you know how rare this situation is?" Modilton opened his eyes, "If we hadn't had experienced navigators and these advanced mechanical ships, we would probably be in this life. There is no way to observe the formation of the magical turbulence from such a safe distance, and some secrets will never be solved. I guess the smart people on the Bitter Winter must have observed the phenomenon just now, but they don’t know them. Is it the same as my thoughts... Hey, it’s a pity that what I just said was just speculation. If you really want to verify what happened in the sky, you must fly up to see...

"You still plan to fly up and have a look!?" Lola was shocked, "You must think clearly! This is not just a question of going side by side with the dragon..."

"I know, I know, that's what I said," Modil waved his hand before Lola finished speaking. "Such an action requires very careful planning and preparation, at least including a full set of magic power amplification equipment and protective equipment. , There is a brave deputy, a reliable testamentary public, and a will without typos. Now these conditions are not there. I will stay in the cabin honestly."

Laura: "..."

Modil didn't care how wonderful Miss Hunter's face was. He just glanced at the storm outside the window again, and suddenly his eyes were in a daze, and his tone hesitated: "By the way... I always feel that such a scene is familiar. I am not. Speaking of the storms I saw on the ship several times before, I mean... I always feel as if I have experienced this thing myself a long time ago, and it is so close... or even closer..."

Laura has long been accustomed to this old man with a bad memory suddenly recalling the shocking words that popped up in the past. Anyway, at this time, she is also idle, so she followed the other party's words and said: "A little closer? How could it be possible! Then I am afraid that it will be swallowed up by that terrible storm! We are now wiping it and sailing..."

"You are right, then it should be swallowed by the storm," Modil looked at Laura with a serious face, "so I must have been swallowed by the storm, but in some miraculous luck, I must have not died. , And then there was an adventure that was great enough to brag to my children and grandchildren for centuries-but what was worse, I forgot all those great adventures! I lost the opportunity to brag to my children and grandchildren... Wait, do I have offspring?"

The old mage suddenly clutched his forehead and muttered in the great distress, but this time he did not hear the Miss Hunter in front of him use words to guide or untie himself-in fact, at this moment, he felt the surrounding suddenly change Must be extremely quiet.

The confusion in his head gradually subsided, Modil slowly let go of his hand and raised his head, looking at everything around him blankly.

There was no one in the entire restaurant. The adventurers who had filled the restaurant before seemed to have evaporated into this world in an instant. A weird, faded black and white texture covered everything in his vision, under the black and white cover, All the dining tables, walls, floors, and roofs are in a slightly distorted state, as if a weird filter is covering the line of sight, and everything in his line of sight shows a projection posture that can only be found in another world. .

The Shadow Realm...much like the Shadow Realm, but not exactly the same.

Modil made judgments instinctively in his mind, but he himself didn't understand why he could judge such things so quickly and naturally. He didn't remember what dealings he had with the shadow world, and he didn't know the corresponding knowledge in his mind. Where did it come from.

In caution, the old mage looked out of the porthole.

A huge figure covering large and small gray and white crevices came into his eyes without warning.

The vast sea outside the porthole turned into a "desert" at this moment, and gray sands filled the space between the heavens and the earth. The figure sat in the center of this desolate and endless world, leaning against a throne that had collapsed and distorted, or an altar. . The figure was dressed in dark clothes and looked like a woman, but because of its large body, it was impossible to see the whole picture. Countless gray-white cracks covered her body, in a state that did not conform to the optical laws. Her figure is superimposed on each other, looking weird but revealing sacredness, majesty and frightening.

This is a sight that Modil has never seen before, even a sight that mortals should never see.

However, he felt an abnormal calm in his heart, as if he had not only seen this figure, but had even seen her countless faces...

At this moment, he heard a voice, it was a lazy female voice, which sounded directly across the world, as if everywhere: "...Are there any new stories?"

Modil was stunned. He didn't know whether the voice was directed at him or whether he should respond. But in his short moment of astonishment, another voice suddenly appeared, responding to the inquiry between heaven and earth. : "...All my stories have been told to you more than once, of course, we can tell them again.

"It's just that before I start telling the story, it's your turn to tell your story."

Modil's eyes widened instantly.

He recognized the voice that responded.

That is his own voice! !

The old mage felt that his heart suddenly began beating faster. He felt that he had finally approached an answer that had been pursued for centuries. However, he didn’t know whether he was ready to respond. At the same time, that The lazy female voice echoing between heaven and earth also rang again: "Indeed, it's my turn-but I don't have a story to tell... I only have a new dream recently."

In the next second, Modil heard the voice almost exactly the same as himself again: "Dreams are not a story...but not to mention, your dreams are sometimes more interesting than stories."