Located at the top of the cliff of the Western Continent, the West Continent Trade Wind, commonly known as the Wind Vent, blows a terrifying storm that can easily sweep away an entire castle all year round.

Gales from the interior, mixed with gravel soils, blow down the cliffs of the Western Continent, turn into a sandstorm in the Veneera Muddy Basin, coil over the Mishris Mountains and the Lane Prairie, and finally fly to the eastern coast.

It is for this reason that the area of the eastern seashore has been expanding outward – in fact, according to more reliable historical records, when the Great Migration ended and settled in the Eastern Plains, the seaside sandbars that established several prosperous capitals in modern times did not exist at all......

Regardless of how this peculiar terrain came about, the Estuary and the Desert to the Southeast are among the few roads in the Eastern Plains that lead to Middle-earth. To get to the birthplace of ancient humans, one has to pass through these two places.

Of course, if you're brave enough and aren't afraid of trouble, you can also go to the Elven Immortal Sea or the Orcs Northern Hills to borrow the way, although it seems to be more unreliable.

It's just that even the great mage will have a headache in the face of the non-stop storm, and the sand and gravel mixed in the storm that are similar in power to shotguns due to the kinetic energy bonus.

Although some magicians had the idea of trying to break through the cliffs of the Western Continent before, they ended up playing with it and instead created a wind nest that was creating tornadoes to the ground all the time......

After the tornado nearly wiped out several surrounding towns, the bear mages had to spend far more labor and money than digging the hole to refill it.

After that, there were no more magicians interested in the troublesome and worthless place of the tuyere.

I have time to grind here. It's more fun to retreat into a mage tower to study new magic or travel around spreading your beliefs......

"So, let me ask again, do you really want to go with me to the tuyere?"

Sitting behind the falcon, Sivi yelled at the two girls behind him, trying not to be drowned out by the howling wind.

"Of course! Because it's very interesting! ”

Elelia, a pure white saint who had returned to her normal girlish size, replied loudly with a winkling chuckle as she lay on the back of the dream dragon that seemed to be trembling from the sound of the wind.

It's so energetic that he doesn't look like a saint at all.

"My mission is to protect the Holy Maiden...... You can understand that, Mr. Edric. ”

Sitting firmly in the saddle of her magical creature Pegasus, the Holy Silver Sword Ji Frei replied to Sivi in her usual unfazed tone.

It is said that after Sophia and Saran returned to the Adric Academy, the Holy Maiden Elilia, who had been idle enough to grow mushrooms, argued, "It's my turn next!" This kind of words made Xiwei over there open the gap magic. Passed her and her retinue Frey.

"So to speak. Can you not think of adventure as a trip......

Sivi sighed, feeling like two troublesome guys.

"Is there any difference between travel and adventure?" Elilia asked immediately.

Sivi thought about it, and suddenly felt that for him now, the two really didn't seem to be much different......

"Anyway. Winds can be very dangerous. How about I take you after I've crossed the storm? ”

After the end, he compromised and proposed.

"Huh? But if you run away from such an irritation. Wouldn't that be the joy of traveling? ”

A certain saint showed a stinking face that could make the faith of the pure white church collapse, and complained reluctantly.

"So I'm on an adventure rather than a trip!"

Sivi immediately retorted.

"Why don't you two take a step back?"

At this time, Frey, who had been a peacemaker, opened her mouth and said, "As a great magician who can make a mess of the entire Holy See, Mr. Edric, you must have the ability to protect Lord Elilia in the wind, right?" ”

"Hmph......" Sivi acquiesced.

"In that case. Then let Lord Elilia follow you when you think it's okay, and if something goes wrong, I'll cover your retreat immediately. ”

Frey continued.

Sivi muttered something reluctantly, but was immediately overshadowed by the wind.

Seeing that he had no objection, Elilia grinned happily and laughed like a little girl.

The figure of the three-headed flying creature flew over the terraced steps of the Western Continent Cliff towards the wind, and the higher it went, the steeper the cliff became, and the impact of the storm began to become more intense.

The most obvious thing is that the feathers on the swift falcon under the seat of Sivi have begun to be blown off the ground again due to the strong wind.

"Quack," it reluctantly glanced at the feathers that had been thrown behind it in an instant, and its cry sounded full ......of sadness and weariness.

Sivi patted it on the head and spoke comfortingly.

"Actually, I've been studying the prescription of the medicine recently."

"Gah?"

"Theoretically, that thing can be used as well."

"Gah?!"

"I'll give you a bottle after the development is successful."

"Quack!!

The black bean seemed to have a raging fire in its eyes, it spread its wings, and flapped a few times full of fighting spirit, just like a piano master controlling a piano, handily controlling those riotous air currents, and at the same time as the black feathers were flying, it turned into a blurred black shadow, and rushed towards the wind outlet where ordinary birds of prey trembled!

"Now, Frei......" Elilia asked, stunned as she looked at the figure that had accelerated in vain, and asked the girl riding an illusory Pegasus beside her, "I just heard a sound that doesn't look like a bird at all?" ”

"It's normal, if I'm not mistaken, the tasseled falcon, as a subspecies of the tasseled falcon, is said to have a certain degree of dinostrich blood, and the dinoclam is a distant relative of reptiles......"

Frey is also a holy silver sword girl who soaks in the library (although she spends most of her time reading romance novels), and she has a good idea of the origin of the swift falcon.

"Also, the kind of potion that Adric was talking about...... Could it be the one I made in the Blend Workshop before? ”

Elilia continued.

"If I'm not mistaken, that's it." Frey nodded.

"But...... Didn't the person who tried the potion grow into kelp after using it? ”

“……”

“……”

At this moment, both girls began to mourn for the future fate of the big bird. (To be continued......)