The Amber Sword

Both silently calculated that Tata looked admirably at Brando while calculating, because she quickly realized that Brando might have given the right direction at the first moment, and that she herself, after careful calculations, could not even be completely certain.

What an enviable talent, Tata couldn't bear to think.

Unfortunately, Miss Fairy didn't know that what Brando was doing at the moment was slightly different from what she imagined.

Extrapolate the direction of the door, it's just the first step.

But this is not the most important task.

Brando soon saw sweat on his forehead, and sometimes experience is the best way to rely on it, but sometimes when you say your life rests on the experience of others, it's not so wonderful.

At least there's only one thought in his mind right now, which is that the player who described it in the first place should never be mistaken or bragging about it.

“The port side has an energy vortex! ”

A voice sounds in the world of the mind, and the Timothian tone usually lacks ups and downs, but a slight panic can be heard at this moment.

“Don't panic!” Tata calmly gave the order in a heartbeat, but she finished the sentence and subconsciously stuck the shell.

The most frightening thing about energy space is crashing into turbulence, but it's so spooky in this lost sense of distance that it could be right next to you.

There is nothing to predict.

“Unless someone fully understands how time and space work…”

But Tata herself cannot believe that there may have been strong men in the world who possessed elements of time and space, but the power of order is only one of the nine bulls of the Tiamat rule, and they possess the authority, but only a small fraction of the truth.

Often the life of a human being is exhausted, and it will never be possible to take control of the world's auspices.

Because once someone does that, he crosses the limits of that god, perfects his body, ignites his divinity, and becomes a true god.

What is the power of existence, after the gods leave, no one will ever know.

But just as Miss Fairy could not imagine the realm of God, she could not imagine that someone could travel like a day for decades in such an environment.

These people never fear death, because even death cannot deprive them of their experience.

They're immortal adventurers.

They're players--

“Here he is." At this moment, Brando felt a slight jump in his head, and the whole person seemed to relax. He took a gentle breath and gave the order in a resolute tone that he could not believe:

“At my command, the whole convoy turned thirty-four and sailed ten chains at nine o'clock. ”

Tata felt like she had been struck by a lightning bolt.

It wasn't just her, even White Mist, Ruth and two Timothy wise men raised their heads subconsciously, like to confirm whether the voice was coming from this young man.

“It's impossible.” Tata said with such a voice in her heart.

White fog is staring at Brando as if he were staring at the door of an open treasure trove.

In silence, Brando's orders continued...

Because there is no objection.

Perhaps acquiescence, or forgetting.

Or all the Timorese have become accustomed to subconsciously obeying the orders of the brigade magician, and in short, the entire convoy has turned again slowly under Brando's orders. It's so clumsy, so slow, as if the next moment you're going to hit the wall of a storm with stiffness and turn into dust in the void.

But none of it...

Each time, the convoy is at its most critical juncture, dangerously avoiding energy and the turbulence of time, as if they had already anticipated that this dangerous trap was there, prepared in advance.

In the network of the hearts and minds of the Timorese, there was no sound at all for a while.

Only Brando's orders are being passed on, one after the other.

“Turn seventy-six, sail, twelve o'clock, sail three chains. ”

“Turn to forty-four and turn back to the previous route. ”

“Keep up with the rest of the fleet and continue sailing the seven chains...”

The Tyrmouths seemed to be under a spell, mechanically executing this command like a pulley puppet.

Only occasionally there was a screaming noise from the watchers on the bow--

“Starboard has the power to turbulence! ”

“It's coming...”

“Thirty meters from us, a chain… it's really gone, Elemental Lord! ”

The convoy suddenly shook slightly.

At that moment, Tata felt his heart pulled together, and Brando was no better off there than she was, and his forehead was filled with fine, dense sweat beads - he understood that this was the most critical part, with the narrow mouth of energy ahead, but hidden in the turbulence of time and space.

The vast fleet must pass through, and the experience of the self-proclaimed old birds does not work, depending on the last few dozen seconds.

Though it does seem useful from previous performances.

But Brando knew that there had been a number of occasions when things had almost gone wrong, and if Eroma hadn't been constantly helping him maintain the eyes of the law, the convoys would have lost a lot, if not the whole army.

The Magic Sea is so varied that players' experience is not always reliable. In fact, he knows that none of the players who used to rely on these tactics in Amber Sword to travel outside the element barrier are experienced veterans, but even then, they often turn boats in the ditch.

The difference is that they can afford to lose, but he can't.

Brando had a cold sweat in his hand, not to say he wasn't confident, but who wasn't an elite player who could have gotten to the elemental barrier? At least he wasn't qualified to be a member of the Adventurers Club, and even those people couldn't do anything stable, and he didn't know if he could succeed at once.

In fact, he is already praying to the gods Buddha and Lord Martha.

“Time and space fault! ”

A sudden scream came from the bow direction.

Brando watched as the two dragon warships suddenly twisted there, as if the whole ship had been stretched and stretched indefinitely, and then disappeared instantly, as if it had been sucked into a space unseen by the naked eye.

Brando immediately felt a slight pain in his arm. He looked down and found Miss Tata sitting on the back of his hand sometime. Little palms and fingernails almost missed her flesh.

But the pain sobered him up.

The space-time fault is too close. It is impossible to hide completely.

He only hesitated for a moment, then silenced and gave the order: "Don't turn around, keep heading forward and rush out! ”

No one questioned the fact that the entire convoy sailed straight ahead in almost a strange silence, quickly passing away from the space-time fault and one dragon warship after another disappearing from the sight of all.

But no one makes a sound in the mind network.

Half the convoy is almost slowly disappearing--

Brando backhanded the blade of flame onto the deck, then took out the dimensional hole, poured what was inside into the deck and gave it to Eroma.

He looked at the latter.

Angels with holy swords also looked at Brando.

“Leave it to you. ”

Eroma nodded.

It picked up the dimensional hole and flew out towards the starboard side of the flotilla. In the eyes of all, it caught up with several warheads 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 a space-time fault.

But this is the moment...

All of a sudden, people hear a low sound, as if something had broken into pieces, followed by a bright explosion of light like the birth of the universe. In an instant, there was nothing but white left in everyone's sight, and that pure and flawless light extended in all directions until it covered the entire space.

Then the Tyrmouth flotilla shook heavily.

When they returned to God, they were surprised to discover - that giant storm whirlpool had once again appeared in their field of view...

It spins slowly on the left side of the convoy, but near the storm swirl to the left, before those horrific lightning storms have diminished at this moment, and the surrounding magic storms seem to have subsided, causing a strange calm to appear in the void.

There is no more chaotic and ferocious magic in this calm, some of which is just the breath of endless order.

‘Tap...’

Lut landed on the side of the boat.

Brando also stood idly by the side of the boat, watching everything in front of him, a rave that grew from his heart for the rest of his life after the robbery ——

Not just him.

The sailors and seamen of the three clans were still in their dreams, until the vibrations of the hull began to diminish, as if they had woken up from their dreams and burst into a wave of tsunami cheers.

These feelings shared through spiritual connections - the joy and joy of the rest of their lives after the robbery - can't help but lift Brando's heart.

He did it.

He will do the same.

“Mr. Brando!” Miss Fairy looked at him almost incredibly: “You know, I'm now absolutely certain that you must be the hope that Martha gave us. ”

“You must be the man...”

Brando lowered his head and looked at the fairy lady as well.

“Perhaps," he took a breath and replied softly, "but in any case, I will do my best. ”

“Yes,” Tata whispered, "we are with you, we will fight alongside you, and Lord Martha will protect us. ”

“Bless us all...”

……

(PS: Again Brando with the club for the month ticket ~)