"Promise?"
White Mist nodded. "Although we don't know the content of this promise, we can see some clues from Eleranta's performance today. The constant weakening of the power of Order should be the plan set by the Truth Parliament, and this is also the reason for the mortal era. But the Truth Parliament, including Odin himself, is fond of the legend in the Pale Poem. If a hero like the Azure Knight is born among the mortals, maybe he can decide the direction of the world's fate. Until the last moment, they still hope to return to the past when their 'parents' still existed in this world. "
"The chosen one is the Silver Queen?" Brando asked.
White Mist looked at him again.
"Maybe, maybe not. But regardless, Constance being toyed with by the Ring of Ashes means that the last hope of the Truth Symposium's reopening has been shattered, and after the Seven Holy Sages have witnessed this, it is time for them to correct history. "
"Correcting history?" This proposition was so big that Brando felt a little incredulous.
"Simply put, Odin left a glimmer of hope for this broken world. Otherwise, the war between the Miirnas and the Four Sages would have split Wohnde into four or five pieces. In fact, he didn't even call back the Earth Legion that was fighting the Dusk species outside the elemental barrier. On the final battlefield, he should have taken a step back with the Four Sages. He made a wish that lasted for a thousand years, hoping to prove that he was right. The Seven Sages were his witnesses, but it turned out that he was still wrong. That's it — "
White Mist replied, "Of course, this may just be my guess. What do you think? Don't you think it's a joke?"
Brando was silent for a moment before saying, "In fact, it's not that I can't understand. I think Lady Eleranta and the others can't judge right and wrong. They just want to overthrow the rule of the Miirnas. The proposition of fighting against the Dusk is too big for them — no, even for the entire mortal world."
He raised his head and looked ahead. They stopped in front of a closed wooden door. Outside was the top deck of the ship. The thin door could not block out the sound of the wind and rain outside. Seawater poured out from the crack of the door and flowed down the stairs like a hanging waterfall.
The pale white lightning occasionally seeped into the gaps between the wood, leaving a few long strips of light in the dark passage.
"A thousand years sounds very long, but it's still too short for this war. Seriously speaking, I'm not sure if this world can fight against the Twilight Dragon. Not to mention Odin and the others, even I think that it might be better to return to the era when the gods were still on the earth." He said softly, "The power of mortals is too weak. How can they fight against Dusk …"
"But we can't go back. The gods have already left." White Mist's eyes reflected Elder Kaab's hand on the door as he struggled to push it open. "And the time left for us is so short. If Eleranta and the others can't seal the Dusk, the whole world will face this disaster head-on."
She paused for a moment. It was as if she could hear the door creaking open and the sound of the storm rushing in from outside. Everyone shivered subconsciously, even Andesha who was standing far away was no exception.
"And even if it succeeds," White Mist's voice was scattered by the wind and sounded a little intermittent, "it will only delay the fate of the world by a few decades. In the future, this world will eventually face all of this. The war outside the Elemental Barrier has lasted for thousands of years. Whether the Earth Legion still exists or what their attitude towards our world is, no one can say for sure."
"But no matter what," she replied, "at least the future is in the hands of the mortals."
"Is this Martha's wish?" Brando murmured.
"This is Martha's wish."
The storm had completely invaded the cabin and drowned out their conversation.
The fierce wind turned the narrow cabin into a whistling corridor, and the seawater smashed into their faces. It was as if what Elder Kaab opened was not a shabby wooden cabin door, but a valve at the bottom of a reservoir. The seawater surged in like a waterfall.
The fairy in Brando's hand screamed and covered her face with her hands. Of course, it was useless, and she was soon drenched.
However, the others were not affected. Before the seawater could reach them, it was blocked by an invisible force. The silver Lines of Law flickered a few times, and the seawater shattered and fell on the wooden planks, forming circles of white foam.
Elder Kable stood tall in the wind and rain, his long robes soaking wet. However, this short and fat Tyrmosian was not affected in the slightest. He was as resolute as a statue. This was the nature of the people of the sea, guarding and conquering the sea. To them, this storm was no different from a summer afternoon shower.
Brando heard the sound of horns coming from the front and back. It did not sound like the call of a human sailor, but more like a series of whistles in the heavy rain. Then, he heard the long sound of a horn from afar. A beam of light pierced through the pouring rain and shone from the opposite side.
This beam of light connected with the beam of light emitted by the fleet, forming a bright path of light on the dark sea. He stood on the deck and looked at the dozens of dragon-headed warships on the turbulent sea, breaking through the waves along this path of light. He couldn't help but feel a heroic spirit rising in his heart.
He could already see the vague outline of another group of ships in the storm. White Fog said loudly to him, "They are using lights to transmit information, informing each other of the nearby undercurrents and whirlpools. That should be the closest group of ships. There may be several groups of ships of this size nearby."
"Is that so, Elder Kaab?" Brando asked the Tyrmosian Elder in front of him.
The latter nodded and a voice rang in their minds. "That's the fleet of the Dense Fog clan. They've just returned from Fareisa. They've hunted an elite seal. That's a good haul —"
"Fareisa is the Ice Sea. That is the home of the Crystal Stag," White Fog said immediately.
Brando nodded. Malourcha was not on this ship. Divine creatures were born to lead people out of the wrong path, and the Crystal Stag was the best guide in the storm. Their identity as Planeswalkers was only one of the reasons they were so respected. Malourcha's existence was also important.
The latter should be on the dragon-headed warship at the front, leading the way for the entire fleet.
"How far are we from the place of trade?" he asked again.
Elder Kaab raised a chubby finger. "Less than a chain of light. As long as we pass through the Skeletal Strait, the storm will stop," he said in their souls. Brando didn't know how far a chain of light was, and White Fog obviously didn't know either, so she didn't speak this time.
But what Brando didn't understand was why a strait would appear on the vast sea. He looked around. Although visibility was poor in the storm, he could still see the sea level far away on the horizon, forming a line with the dark clouds. There was no sign of land nearby, much less a strait.
However, he soon understood what the Tyrmosian elder meant.
A strait rose from the bottom of the sea out of thin air. To be exact, it was like a pair of monster fangs. Two pitch-black cliffs stood on the vast sea without any foundation.
They were so high that Brando didn't know how high they were. Just the sea between the two cliffs was more than ten nautical miles wide. The Tyrmosian fleet passed through it, as small as a group of ants floating on the water.
Just as Elder Kaab had predicted, the storm on the surface of the sea gradually calmed down after they passed through the strait. It was as if the storm and raging waves had calmed down after a short moment.
The white, silk-like waves calmed down, and the shallow sea returned to its original appearance. The surface of the sea was as smooth as a mirror, and as far as the eye could see, the sea and the sky were the same color. The only unpleasant thing was that the surroundings were still filled with a faint fog. Brendel could see that there were many reef pillars in the fog. These huge pillars were spread out on the surface of the sea, and they were covered with all kinds of huge skeletons. Some of these skeletons looked like they belonged to some kind of huge sea beast or whale when they were alive, but some of them were in human form. They were undoubtedly the remains of some kind of giant.
When Brando saw these skeletons, he knew that they had arrived at the Skeletal Strait.
This was the center of the storm.
The fleet he saw earlier was approaching from afar. The Tyrmosian fleet looked much smaller than the fleet in Port of Everwinter. Although it also had a few large ships, there were much fewer dragon-headed warships on the periphery, and the flagship was far less spectacular than the one in Port of Everwinter.
The Dense Fog Clan's fleet slowed down a few nautical miles away from the fleet, maintaining a speed that was almost parallel to the Everwinter Harbor's fleet. But soon, Brendel saw a warship with a dragon's head coming out from the fleet and closing in on them.
When the dragon-headed warship came closer, Hao Ren could see the crew clearly. It was very different from the crew of the Port of Everwinter. There were very few sprites or other shallow-water natives on the ship. They were all Tirmosians, but their attire was slightly different from the Tirmosians in Port of Everwinter. Except for one person who wore a long robe, the rest wore thick fur coats and had different tattoos on their bodies.
Elder Kabb pointed to the Tyrmosian in the long robe and said, "That is the Elder of the Mist. They are very close to us. Miss Tata used to study in the Mist clan when she was young, and the Elder of the Mist was half her teacher."
Brando nodded. Some knowledge could only be understood outside the home. This was the so-called "travel ten thousand miles, read ten thousand books". The fairy knew so much about the shallow sea and was so knowledgeable. Other than being a Saint, she must have been to many places when she was young.
And for a student to be more capable than a teacher, this was nothing to a genius.
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