The Amber Sword

This scene will make Brando uncomfortable.

But after a few breaths, the distant clouds - or rather the chaos in the void - have swept in, covering the convoy for a moment.

Brilliant pieces of electric light spread forward along a cloud of black pressure, and before Brando could react, the bright purple spots had surrounded the whole ship, and the light of the Timothians had been swallowed up, as if the fleet were moving forward in a cloud of fog.

Then there was the wind and the rain, not rainwater, to be exact, but the water elements that had been rolled over, by which time the traditional sea surface had long disappeared, and the entire space seemed to have been overturned by a terrible rule, and Brando could even hear the terrible roar of storms passing through the void.

When the cloud fog is occasionally blown away by the wind, he sees the outside through the misty corner of the cloud, the edge of a world that slowly breaks apart in chaos. Although he knows that Warnde's elemental boundaries perish and rebirth every year and never stop growing, when he sees this scene, he can't help but create a sense of human insignificance.

The big ship in the port of Eternal Winter, where he is, swings up and down in the midst of a burgeoning storm of chaos and void, and the sense of direction from top to bottom, left and right, has been completely lost and can only occasionally be seen in chaos in a column of light that appears on the left, or on the right, or above and below the ship - that is the light path of the Timorese.

Brando heard one or two noises and then felt someone push behind his back, turning back and realizing that Root had flown off the boat.

Miss Tata also flew up, and she seriously passed the two of them to the front of the boat, then turned around and shouted to them: "Get under the deck!” The fairy lady gestured against him, prompting them to go under the deck and hide.

“What's going on?” Brando inexplicably asked that the scene in front of him was a little disturbing, while the others on the boat seemed to look a little pale.

“It was a big storm," Lute frowned and said to him: "We seem to have hit Warnde's magical tide, which is huge and disturbs the Tiamat rule on the edge of the element barrier, forming a huge space storm ahead of us...”

Brando stared at him.

Staring at the latter face revealed an embarrassing redness: “Well, I didn't mean to say that. Besides, this is the source of the magic wave, and I'm not wrong to say it. ”

“Yes, it's just a bit of a crow's mouth,” Brando sighed: “By the way, can you treat magic? ”

“A little. Why?” The Fire Fairy asked curiously, "Are you hurt, but I'm not a professional priest, but the Ice Fairies are very good at healing. Would you like to go find Miss Tata? ”

“No,” Brando shook his head firmly: "Don't use therapy later. ”

“Why is that?” Ruth doesn't understand.

“Anyway, listen to me, right? ”

The Fire Fairy nodded like he didn't understand the location.

“And stay away from the body. ”

“What does that mean?” Ruth is even more confused.

“Listen to me. ”

“And.”

“Families of the Blade of Fire, I know you're flirting with me, and if you keep saying that, I'm going to get angry. ”

“So you know,” Brando looked at him with some surprise: "You don't seem so rigid either. ”

The leprechaun couldn't help but grunt coldly and put his head aside.

Brando looked at the fairy lady again, but how could he have retreated at this time, besides, hiding behind a lady was not his style, and he shook his head firmly at the latter and pulled the blade of flame out of his back.

“Change Cinna!” Ruth looked back at this scene and couldn't help but remind him.

“What?”

“With Sina,” Lute said aloud - because we can't keep our voices down, otherwise we can't even hear each other: “It looks like the Timorese are going to bypass the space storm, and it's a dangerous journey, because there's usually a lot of storm belts on the periphery of the storm swirl, and we have to protect the boat, and you have Sina, that's fine. ”

Brando reached out and lived in a half-air flight to Lute and asked, "What is a storm whirlpool? ”

“You'll see. ”

“Then why not Orphis? ”

“Because Sina is more useful here, of course," Ruth looked at him a little sympathetically: "The Holy Sword Orpheus and Sina have different uses, didn't you say yourself, and now is the best time for this sword of the shallow sea. ”

Brando listened to this explanation, so much so that none of them stood unstable and were blown off the boat by the storm.

He moved his mouth and wanted to say that you didn't say that before, but thinking about it, he held on to not saying anything. I always felt that if I got involved with the other person, I would have lost.

Besides, he wasn't 100% sure he could convince the proud subordinate of Furcedus.

Ruth sat in his hand and looked at the storm ahead with a little excitement and said, "I've never seen a storm like this before. When we break through here, I must be the best sword saint, and I'm going to prove that it's not really anything. ”

Brando glanced at this little guy's pale face and thought it wasn't really convincing.

But what made him feel a little silent was that the guy seemed like he wasn't really afraid of dying, at least for him, the storm in front of him was already horrible —— those storms in the sea of Naga were like little wind waves compared to it, even though the shock waves they had encountered when they crossed the sea of mist before, as if they were in a quiet harbor.

He even has the illusion at this moment, as if it were an enemy of the great power of the entire world, that the fleet of the Tyrmouths was fragile before that enormous power as if it were an ant, and although he knew it was just an illusion, he didn't want to have a more terrible storm.

The distant tower saw the two men make a decision and no longer insisted, she turned around and quickly flew over the mast, hanging a lantern in front of the mast.

“What's Miss Tata doing? ”

Brando saw this scene and couldn't help but ask.

He has stretched out with his own line of laws, as Lut ordered, to entrench the chaotic laws of space and time around the flotilla.

It was still a little hard on him, but at least when he did, the fleet stabilized and was rarely visible to each other.

Miss Fairy and not many Timothians on the deck immediately threw a glimpse of gratitude over here.

“It's a sea fog lamp.” Ruth replied.

“So that's the sea fog lamp.” As Brando watched his point of order descend, he replied, "Is she navigating? ”

“Almost, Miss Tata will be ready to let the convoy pass by the storm whirlpool. ”

This is Lut's second mention of the term in a short time.

Brando just stared silently at the front of the convoy.

And when the fairy lady put the sea fog lamp on the bow, the trumpet player at the stern sounded the horn again, and then the Thickened Timothy drilled out of the deck and came to the deck.

They sat in position on each side of the boat, holding the paddle with their chunky, short hands, but motionless, as if waiting for something.

“What are they doing?” Brando saw the scene and asked again.

“In the rowing. ”

“Row? ”

Lut explains a little impatiently: "This is the elemental world, and the laws of the world don't work here. Do you think the paddlers of the Timothy people, like your sailors, just need a little strength? ”

“That's not true. Their paddles are actually forged from the silver of Tyrmis. Have you ever heard of this? ”

“Silver of the Law? ”

“Families of the Blade of Fire, I bet few mortals can have such insight. Silver of Law is actually woven along the lines of Law. Their paddles are themselves laws, and they are in the process of rowing boats, in fact, in the process of restoring order. ”

“As you should know, the direction of time and space is meaningless here, and what the Timorese do is make them meaningful, at least in direction and location. ”

Brando seemed to understand, and suddenly he heard Miss Fairy's voice coming in: “Row!” Tata stood on the mast and shouted: “One, two!” The Timorese sailors immediately swayed neatly backwards.

Every stroke, countless lines of law extend out of the void, forming a strong barrier around the ship's left and right sides, as if it were the only way to block the storm of terror blowing from the front.

Seeing this scene Brando understood, the Timothians built the law in the void, just as their ancestors weaved the light path in the void.

Just make it a lot easier.

“Get in the front!” Ruth suddenly said out loud.

“What?”

“Lightning is coming! ”

Brando raised his head and saw that a giant vortex had formed in front of the ship in which he was located, slowly spinning in front of the convoy, looking almost close to his eyes, but as if far away from the sky - the Tillmos giant ship was moving forward in the void, but the position of the vortex remained virtually unchanged.

He saw countless purple lightning spreading on the edge of the vortex, some caught inside the vortex, disappearing instantly, while others escaped and dissipated into the void.

Undoubtedly.

That's the storm swirl.

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(PS: Tomorrow's TI5 finals, I want to support LGD and CDEC, I wanted to take time off, think about it or forget about it. Aren't you touched by my diligence? Pretend to be touched. Vote for the moon ticket and lift the bear's hand. Be reasonable, so kneel for the moon ticket.