"How could it be so big …"
Lu Te was stunned. His small pupils were almost occupied by the huge purple vortex as he muttered to himself.
Everyone's expression was not any better. Even Miss Sprite and White Mist had a grim look on their faces.
The fleet of the long-toothed seafolk was the first to blow the horn, and a pale yellow barrier of light spread out from their flagship, enveloping all the ships.
Brando soon saw the lightning storm that Lute had described. It was as if the air had produced purple bolts of electricity out of thin air, but each was miles long, and when they came to an end they swept down upon the ship like a great wave of electric charge.
The lightning swept across the light barrier, causing it to shake violently under the terrifying force. Fortunately, the lightning was extremely fast, and it swept past in the blink of an eye. After shaking for a while, the light barrier didn't collapse and returned to its original state.
Behind the fleet of the long-toothed seafolk was the Dense Fog clan. The Dense Fog elder stood at the bow of the dragon-headed warship, holding a heavy rusty trident and throwing it forward. The trident hit the purple lightning that swept towards the Dense Fog clan and split it in half, but the scattered electric charge still swept towards the tail of the fleet. A few warships were torn apart, and the Tirmosians on board were sucked into the void together with the warships.
The lightning storm continued to move forward, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of the fleet of the Port of Everwinter.
Brando looked up at the great power of the world. Although it had been weakened a lot, it was still breathtaking. But at this moment, he opened his mouth slightly, because this was not a simple electric discharge, but a huge amount of energy released in the tide of magic when the chaotic magic power transitioned from a high-grade to a low-grade magic power.
This was not the will of the Sea of Magic.
It was probably not a storm vortex.
But …
"To the left! To the left! "Miss Sprite shouted to the entire fleet from the bow of the ship. She once again picked up the Sea Fog Lantern and stood at the bow of the ship. The lantern flickered and flickered in the storm.
The fleet was already close to the edge of the storm, and even the Tyrmosian's path of light was skewed by the strong attraction force. The entire ship was shaking violently, as if it would break apart at any moment.
In Brando's field of vision, from time to time, ships would fall behind and be swept into the lightning storm. Or they would be struck by lightning and turn into a ball of fire.
Seeing this, Lute became anxious. He muttered uneasily, "This storm is too abnormal. How can it affect such a large area? If this continues, the fleet won't be able to hold on!"
"Millennium Tide."
"What did you say? Flaming Blade's adorer?"
"I'm talking about the Millennium Tide." Brando answered with a straight face, "The Millennium Tide is here."
Lu Te looked at him in confusion.
However, Brando understood that the awakening of the Twilight Dragon had awakened the will of the Magic Sea, and the entire Primal Chaos World was undergoing huge changes. The Great Mana Tide was coming.
"But why fight against it?" he muttered to himself.
"What? Fight against what?"
Brando looked at Lu Te strangely. He pointed at the storm vortex and then at the fleet. He did not say a word, but the fairy was puzzled.
"The Long-tooth Clan has fallen behind!" At this time, a voice shouted in the telepathic communication.
"They told us not to stop. There is spatial turbulence on the right side of the fleet. This is the last message from the Long-tooth Wise Man!"
"Lord Wise Man?"
Tata's face was pale, but her expression was still calm.
"We don't care about them and continue forward." She replied.
"Without the Long-tooth Clan, we don't have enough strength to break free from the vortex's pull, my lord!"
"Wait! My lord, the Icesea Clan wants us to continue forward — "
"What are they trying to do?"
"They want to push us out, they must be crazy … …"
White Mist tiptoed and landed on a rope around Brando's feet.
Brando lowered his head and looked at White Mist. He did not ask what she said to Andesha and asked: "What happened to the fleet?"
"The situation is worse than you think," White Mist replied with a serious expression: "The fleet might not be able to survive this storm. Even though the Tyrmosi people are trying their best, the chances of success are not high. The storm is too big, and it might be related to the changes in the Wohnde. It might also be related to the Dragon Queen. It's my fault for not expecting this."
"It's not your fault." Brando was not as flustered at this time. After all, it was useless. Moreover, he was thinking about other problems with his brows furrowed. He absent-mindedly said: "Besides, if Lady Martha is protecting us, there will be a way out."
"There's always a way out. Where did this proverb come from? It sounds quite reasonable." White Mist nodded: "That's true. If there is no turning back, Lady Tata will definitely send you out of the fleet."
"Send me out of the fleet?"
Cold raindrops fell on Brando's face. Even though it was an illusion caused by the moist water element, his cheeks were still wet.
He lowered his head and asked.
"Lady Tata will gather everyone's strength to teleport you out of the fleet along the path of light. At the end of the path is the Shallow Grey Bay of the Mountain of Ceasing Storms."
"Even though the chances are slim, it is not impossible. So you are right. If Lady Martha is protecting us, we will succeed. "
"I am alone. What about you?"
"You are our most important hope. If Lady Tata and I die here, then you must succeed. If you don't succeed, then there is no hope for this world."
Brando frowned slightly. He gently wiped his forehead with his left hand. It was cold and wet. He did not know if it was sweat or rain.
He stared at the apocalyptic scene in front of him, but in his heart, he recalled the story that happened in "The Amber Sword".
"Maybe it's not that bad." Brando replied.
"What?"
"Lady White Fog, do you see the boundary of the Law of Tiamat?"
"What are you talking about? Why do you want to see that? Isn't this the boundary of the Law of Tiamat?"
"It is changing —"
"Are you okay, Flaming Blade's adorer?" Lute was stunned. He thought that Brando was scared out of his wits. He quickly asked, "Do you want me to help you? I am a relative of Forsedes. I can summon the will of the Elemental Lord …"
The little sprite walked between his palm and fingerprints to his forearm, then jumped up and grabbed his shoulder and climbed onto it. He stood up from Brando's shoulder and stood "side by side" with the latter in the rain. His small pupils reflected the countless lightning bolts.
Several more ships were sucked into the whirlpool. From afar, it looked like wood shavings off driftwood and was pulled into the center of the whirlpool.
But the fleet finally avoided the edge of the storm vortex at the last moment and temporarily avoided the fate of being swallowed.
But this was not something to be happy about.
Because in that very moment, right in front of the fleet, everyone saw a new storm zone that spanned over a thousand miles taking shape. The area it covered was dozens of times larger than the previous storm, with the intertwining time and space turbulence and the purple lightning so dense that it left one in despair.
Everyone looked at the newly born storm with a grave expression. They knew that even if they tried their best this time, it would be difficult for them to escape this calamity.
The Ice Sea Clan finally blew their horns, and their dragon-headed warships broke away from the fleet and headed in that direction to meet the enemy.
A majestic force came from the direction of the Icesea Clan and hit the starboard side of the fleet, slowly pushing the fleet of Evernight to the other side.
The price they had to pay for this was that the Ice Sea Clan's fleet had to enter the center of the vortex at an even faster speed, crashing into the lightning storm.
One after another, the dragon-headed warships burst into bright flames and burned up in the Void.
Seeing this tragic scene, Lute was speechless for a moment.
Brando turned around and looked at this little thing. He raised his left hand and took Lute from his shoulder and gently put it on a wet wooden box.
He did not consider Lute's suggestion because every fairy who had the blood of the Elemental Lord only had one chance in their life to summon the Elemental Lord, and that was when they offered their life.
Lute turned around and looked at him with his mouth slightly open.
"What do you want to do, Flame Blade's adorer …"
"I still have a way."
"What?"
Brando pulled out Frost Chant Cinna and stepped on the side of the ship with one of his riding boots. The storm tore his robe, and the corner of his Tyrmos-like robe fluttered in the strong wind.
He stared at the huge and bright storm vortex and replied without turning his head, "Go and tell Miss Tata that we are turning around and following the Icesea Clan."
"Turning around?"
White Mist suddenly reacted.
"Brando, come back!" She screamed.
But Brando had already shot out like an arrow.
Miss Fairy turned her head and happened to see this scene. Her face, which had never changed, suddenly lost its color. "Eternal Winter Clan," she screamed, "Protect Mr. Brando!"
The Seafolk immediately shouted and the Lines of Law brought by the giant oars immediately rolled towards Brando. But Brando only flipped his hand in the air and the Lines of Law were immediately pulled back by him.
"Mr. Brando!" Tata was also shocked.
But Brendel did not say a word. He stared straight ahead, where a bolt of purple lightning that spanned several miles was sweeping towards him.
Facing such a violent power, Brando silently raised the Shallow Sea Sword in his hand. Cinna's blade reflected the purple lightning and flashed with a strange light. Then, the next moment, the elemental runes engraved on the blade lit up one by one.
Brendel activated the Holy Sword's power at the first moment.
… …
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