Both of them were calculating silently. While Tata was calculating, she could not help but look at Brando with admiration. She quickly realized that the direction that Brando had given her might be correct, and she could not be completely sure after careful calculation.
Tata could not help but think to herself, What an enviable talent.
Unfortunately, Miss Fairy did not know that what Brando was doing now was slightly different from what she had imagined.
Calculating the direction of the exit was only the first step.
But this was not the most important task.
Brando's forehead was soon covered in sweat. Sometimes, experience was the best thing to rely on, but sometimes, it was not so wonderful to entrust one's life to the experience of others.
At least, he only had one thought in his mind now, and that was that the player who had described all this back then had not remembered it wrongly, and had not been bragging.
"There's an energy vortex on the port side!"
A voice rang out in the spiritual world. The tone of the Tirmosian was usually calm, but at this moment, there was a hint of panic in it.
"Don't panic!" Tata ordered calmly through telepathy. However, after she said this, she subconsciously paused.
The scariest thing in the energy space was to run into turbulence, but in this place where there was no sense of distance, the space-time turbulence was so unpredictable that it could appear next to you in the next moment.
It was impossible to predict.
"Unless, unless someone completely understands the laws of time and space …"
Tata did not dare to believe that there might have been strong people in this world who had mastered the elements of time and space, but the power of order that mortals had mastered was only a drop in the ocean of the Tiamat law. The authority that they had mastered was only a tiny part of the truth.
Often, mortals would never be able to master the mysteries of the world in their entire lives.
Because once someone did this, they would cross the boundary between man and god, perfect their body, ignite their divinity, and become a true god.
What exactly was the Power of Existence? After the gods left, no one knew.
But just like how Miss Fairy could not imagine the realm of gods, she could not imagine that someone could travel in such an environment for decades.
These people were never afraid of death, because even death could not deprive them of their experience.
They were immortal adventurers.
They were players —
"He's here." At this moment, Brando felt his heart skip a beat. His entire body seemed to have relaxed. He lightly breathed in, and issued an order with a resolute tone that even he himself couldn't believe.
"All ships, heed my command. Turn 34 and sail ten chains in the nine o 'clock direction."
Tata felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
Not only her, but even White Mist, Lute, and the two Tyrmosian wise men raised their heads subconsciously, as if to confirm if the voice came from the young man.
"That's impossible," a voice said in Tata's mind.
White Mist stared at Brando as if it was staring at the door of a treasure vault that was opening.
Amidst the silence, Brando's order was passed down.
Because no one objected.
Perhaps it was tacit approval, or perhaps it had forgotten.
Or perhaps all the Tyrmosians were used to subconsciously obeying the orders of the Planeswalker. In short, the entire fleet slowly turned once again under Brando's command. It was so clumsy and slow, as if it would crash into the Wall of Storm the next moment due to its stiff movements and turn into dust in the void.
But it did not.
Every time, the fleet narrowly avoided the energy and space-time turbulence at the most critical juncture, as if they had already expected the dangerous trap to be there and were prepared in advance.
There was no sound in the Tyrmosian mental network for a while.
Only Brando's orders were passed down one after another.
"Turn 76. Raise the sails. Turn three chains in the twelve o 'clock direction."
"Turn 44. Turn back to the previous route."
"Let the fleet behind follow. Continue to sail seven chains …"
As if under a spell, the Tyrmosians mechanically carried out the orders like marionettes.
Only the occasional shout of the lookout at the bow of the ship could be heard.
"There's energy turbulence on the starboard side!"
"It's coming …"
"It's one chain … thirty meters away from us … It's really coming, Lord of Elements!"
The fleet suddenly shook slightly.
At that moment, Tata felt her heart clench. Brando was no better than her. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He knew in his heart that this was the most critical part. The energy gap was just ahead, but it was hidden in the turbulence of space-time.
The huge fleet had to pass through it. Whether the experience of the self-proclaimed veterans was useful or not depended on the last few seconds.
Although from the previous performance, it did seem to be a little useful.
But Brando knew that in fact, there were several times when things almost went wrong. If it were not for Eroma who continued to help him maintain the Eye of Precepts, the fleet would have suffered heavy losses, although not all of them would have been wiped out.
The sea of magic was ever-changing, and the experience of the players was not necessarily reliable at all times. In fact, he knew that the players who relied on these strategies to travel outside the elemental barrier in The Amber Sword were all experienced veterans, but even so, they often failed miserably.
The difference was that they could afford to lose, but he could not.
Brando's palms were full of cold sweat. It was not that he was not confident enough, but which player who could reach the elemental barrier was not an elite? At least he himself was not qualified to be a member of the Adventurer's Club. Even those people could not do it with certainty. He was not sure if he could succeed in one try.
In fact, he was already praying to the gods and Lord Martha in his heart.
"Space-Time Fault!"
There was a sudden scream from the bow of the ship.
Brando watched as the two dragon-headed warships suddenly twisted there, and the whole ship seemed to be stretched infinitely, and then disappeared in an instant, as if it was sucked into a space that could not be seen with the naked eye.
Brando immediately felt a slight pain in his arm. He looked down and found that Miss Tata was sitting on the back of his hand, and her small palm and fingernails almost scratched into his flesh.
However, this pain woke him up.
The space-time fault was too close, and it was impossible to completely avoid it.
He only hesitated for a moment, then ordered in a deep voice, "Don't turn, maintain the course and rush forward!"
No one questioned, and the whole fleet sailed straight ahead in a strange silence. It soon brushed past the space-time fault, and one by one, the dragon-headed warships disappeared from everyone's sight.
But no one made a sound in the Mental Network.
Half of the fleet was almost slowly disappearing –
Brando backhanded the Flaming Blade on the deck, then took out the Dimensional Hole, poured the things inside on the deck, and then handed it to Eroma.
He looked at the latter.
The angel with the holy sword also looked at Brando.
"I'll leave it to you."
Eroma nodded.
She picked up the Dimensional Hole and flew out to the starboard side of the fleet. Under everyone's gaze, she caught up with the dragon-headed warships that were twisting and stretching in that direction, and then the figure of the archangel with the holy sword began to distort abnormally under the influence of the space-time fault.
But at this moment –
Everyone suddenly heard a low muffled sound, as if something was broken, and then a dazzling brilliance exploded like the birth of the universe. In an instant, everyone's vision was only left with a vast expanse of white, and the pure and flawless light extended in all directions until it covered the entire space.
Then there was a heavy shudder from the Tyrmosian ship.
When they came back to their senses, they were surprised to find that the original huge storm vortex had once again appeared in their vision …
It was slowly rotating on the left side of the fleet, but near the storm vortex, the previous terrible lightning storm had weakened at this moment, and the surrounding magic storm seemed to have eased, causing a strange calm to appear in the void.
In this calm, there was no more chaotic and violent magic, only an endless aura of order.
'Pa-da –'
Lute fell on the side of the ship.
Brando also stood by the side of the ship in a daze, looking at everything in front of him, and the ecstasy of surviving a disaster could not help but rise spontaneously in his heart –
It was not just him.
The sailors and seafarers of the three clans were still in a dream until the shaking of the hull began to gradually weaken, and then they seemed to wake up from the dream and burst into a tsunami of cheers.
This kind of emotion shared through the Mental Connection – the relief and joy of surviving a disaster – when they were superimposed on each other, it could not help but make Brando feel proud.
He did it.
He would also do it.
"Mr. Brando!" The Faerie looked at him with disbelief, "Do you know, I am now very sure that you must be the hope that Martha gave us."
"You must be that person –"
Brando lowered his head and looked at the Faerie.
"Maybe," he took a breath and replied softly, "But no matter what, I will do my best."
"Yes," Tata said softly, "We will be with you, we will fight side by side with you, Lady Martha will protect us."
"Protect us all …"
…
(PS: Brando, who pretended to be a fraud once again, begs for monthly votes ~)
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