Pivot of the Sky

Gore stands behind his student Wallet with his youngest disciple, Raphael. The two young men did not know what the esteemed teacher was mumbling about, but Gregory was clearly in a bad mood, and it appeared that Duke Town had difficulty avoiding being destroyed by the flood, and they stood quietly there without daring to speak.

Gore stood on the walls of the city all day, persuading him to rest, as if he could not hear, from day to night God looked in the direction of Duke Town to the east. Until noon the following day, the governor of the State of Syria, Lord Xiao Mo, came to the city for the third time, this time not to persuade him to return to the temple to rest, but to report on his official duties -

“I have ordered the soldiers stationed at the Dark Fire Forest Road to withdraw, and the soldiers at the two stations to withdraw in time, but the water came too quickly and the nearest station to the town of Duke had been surrounded by floods and the situation was unknown. You sent the High Priest Kausmann yesterday to pick up people at the station and check on Duke Town, but Kausmann came back less than half way through and is said to be impassable. ”

Raphael frowned: “How could Kausmann leave the soldiers at the station there without responsibility? ”

Gore finally spoke, and he sighed with a long breath: “You can't blame Kausman, the clouds are low and the lightning is on. At this time, flying in the air will be the target of lightning, and life will be in danger. I didn't send him to save lives, he couldn't get to the station. ”

The thunder was louder in the distance of the conversation, and thick clouds spread from the direction of the Syrian plateau, almost depressed above the Syrian city. Raindrops have also fallen over the walls of the city, and they are becoming denser. Xiao Mo asked anxiously: "If the rain keeps going, the floods will cross the blackfire jungle to Syria City. Now that one third of the entire city is flooded, what should we do? ”

Gore turned around and said: "As governor, prepare for disaster relief. Soon more and more people will be pouring into Syria City.... Wallet, you go to the Temple and get the two Aerodivine Scrolls and the Blue Boat. ”

Wallet: "The Blue Boat? Is this the one that uses four sacred stones each time it is used, embedded in the Pyramid? ”

Gore: "Yes, in my private warehouse in the back palace. Hurry up and get it. I'm going to the flood. ”

Xiao Mo dissuaded in surprise: "Dear Archmage, are you going to take the risk yourself? Shuya City State also needs you to sit in town! ”

Wallet also persuaded: "Dear teacher, let me go. ”

Gore shook his head: “If I can't fly, I'll go over the water. I'm the only one here who can steer the Blue Boat. Neither of you can. I wanted to find out about an important friend and pick up the trapped soldier. That is an order, and you shall not be persuaded. ”

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The Dark Blue Boat is a shuttle-shaped artifact, also known as a magic instrument, which is only two inches wide by more than a foot long, all-over silver, with a dark blue water core embedded at the front end, two grooves on each side, and when Wallet picked it up, he already had four sacred stones in the groove.

It is an artifact of Gore's private collection, unusually precious, but no one knows that it was given to him 20 years ago by Nietzsche, one of the best craftsmen on the continent.

Even the great magician did not dare to fly easily in the thunderbolted sky. In order to save power, Gore directly used an air magic scroll to float on the surface of the water, and his body traveled between the strange shrubs of the black fire jungle.

This kind of scroll doesn't actually conserve magic in principle, but it does store it in some way for users to apply it at critical times. The divine scroll is written according to specific requirements in divine literature. It is much more difficult to make than to perform the corresponding divine art, consumes more magic, and does not necessarily succeed in making it. Therefore, the Advanced Theological Scroll is one of the most precious artifacts on the continent, and only a great magician like Gore can pick up two at will.

The water is uneven, with countless vortexes and turbulent currents running through the blackfire jungle in the direction of the Syrian city state. Only those taller weird black stones still show up on the water, forming an island. The further ahead, the wider the water surface, the fewer islands growing in shrubs, the higher the water level and the more urgent the water flow.

Gore was treading backwards on the water, and the open space was no longer concealed by the jungle of the island, and he became the most prominent target on the water. On several occasions in the low cloud, lightning struck him. Gregory was led by a staff, and his figure split in a flash without being struck. That is, a great magician can move forward like this, and no one else can get past it.

The closer we get to Tucker Town, the sharper the turbid water flow, the larger the swirling vortex, and the denser the lightning falling from the sky. Though the water-borne road could not be seen, Gore was able to follow the original route, and he finally arrived at the nearest stop 30 miles from Duke Town, a place long overflowing with oceans.

In the symphony of wind and rain and thunder, Goryu Palace opened the detection magic around, and finally heard a faint sand dull cry for help. A small group of soldiers stationed at the station survived and climbed to the highest boulder nearby in time, led by the captain. The boulder was almost completely submerged by the flood, and twelve soldiers caught the branches revealing the water and were crying for help, and their voices were mute. If Gore comes one step late, these people will be washed away.

Gore floats near the boulder and takes the blue boat out of his arms and throws it on the water. The gauge, which was more than a foot long, spinned in the water and suddenly an invisible boat appeared on the floating surface. The water retreats in the shape of the bottom of the boat, and the rain in the sky does not strike above it, only flowing down from both sides. There was a lightning bolt, and the wires split around to outline the contour of the boat, like a narrow and huge date nucleus that could accommodate more than a dozen people.

Gore waved his staff, and the hull contour emitted a dark blue light that finally appeared completely on the water. He drank: "Get on the boat, don't panic! Is the captain still there? Command the good soldiers to sit still in the boat... this is a magic artifact, just jump up. ”

Exhausted soldiers, under the command of the captain, jumped frightened onto this invisible ship with a blue light film, as if standing directly on the water, but landing steadily. Everyone was trembling in Cesar, but the captain's command was not disturbed, and the twelve sat in two neat rows, no one was disturbed.

Gore glanced slightly at the captain, floating in the bow position, the staff pointed forward, the blue boat did not return, but continued to break the waves in the direction of Duke Town. The captain was confused, but did not ask what the noble archdeacon thought. He just made a gesture to give the soldiers a good rest and not to disturb Gregory.

Less than ten miles from Duke Town, the mountain floods are raging and the Blue Boat is already slightly shaken. The shape of the blue water heart at the bow of the void revealed, and four clusters of white light appeared on both sides of the hull, four sacred stones. The dense lightning falls in the sky as bright branches continually strike the only object on the surface. The seemingly invisible Blue Boat protects the people on the boat well, and the lightning only makes silk rays in the surrounding space.

The town of Duke is completely gone. What is seen is a cloudy ocean, not even a trace of the strong and tall apex of the temple, whether it was submerged or washed down. Flooding from the direction of the Syrian plateau to the Syrian desert to the south, dark clouds sandwiched with heavy rain, like hell in the dark.

Even the great magicians would not dare fly in such a sky, and the strongest swimmers would not be able to struggle in such a flood for a long time, and Duke Town does not seem to leave a survivor! But Gore parked the Blue Boat in the distance and watched what was still in the storm - he didn't believe Nietzsche was so silently swallowed up by the flood.

Now that Gregory can risk coming here, Nietzsche also has a complete way out of danger. Has he left or remains here? Gore had an unspeakable strong feeling that Nietzsche was definitely still here.

He had just thought that the sky had struck a series of bursts of lightning, and a sphere of lightning had fallen, shaking bright spiral traces in the water. Gore suddenly sensed a powerful fluctuation of magic coming from beneath the water and then heard an angry drink: "O god, you have finally appeared in the world, I have waited too long! ”

A human figure suddenly split the waves out, the wind circled around him, and the waves formed huge crystalline wings surrounding his body. The man flew straight into the sky, toward the thickest clouds and the most dense lightning spots, the old madman Nietzsche.

Nietzsche did not die and did not leave. He was lurking underwater in some way, but when Gore arrived, he rushed out into the sky.

The soldiers who had been sitting quietly on the Blue Boat shouted and immediately felt surrounded by an opaque blue light, unable to see or hear what was happening outside. This is Gore doing his magic in a timely manner, isolating his sight from his voice, and he doesn't want them to watch the scene.

The old madman in the distance could be seen with a glorious puppet, his raging hair and beard dancing in the air, his staff emitting a ray of golden thread of light into the sky, his eyes yelling out loud: “Show yourself, Enrique, let me see your true face! ”

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Introduction to characters in this chapter--

Wallet: Gregory's student, level six theologian.

Raphael: Gregory's youngest disciple, fourth-level magician.

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