"After the wind direction in this space has just changed, it has formed a wonderful cycle. Fearing that Zambit would not understand, Celent drew a simple diagram on the sand in front of him.

"The direction of the wind close to the ground is blowing near what we think is the eye of the wind, and above about five meters above our heads, the direction of the wind becomes blowing outward from the eye of the wind, and the turning point on our side is not far behind us, and I guess there is also a turning point near the eye of the wind, so that the wind direction is circulating. Celent patiently explained.

"Another thing is that the wind element blowing from above is a little more turbid than the wind element blowing from below, as if it has been polluted by something near the eye of the wind. Rebecca's statement was a slight exaggeration, but there were just a few more impurities in it, and it wasn't that the magic master couldn't notice it.

Alfie secretly glanced at Rebecca, at least her magic perception seemed to be very strong, but she didn't know how far she could actually use magic.

"Although it looks like the wind and sand here are still mixed with snow particles, the wind element contained in this space is extremely pure, but now for some reason, the wind element above is mixed with some impurities. Noticing Alfie's gaze, Rebecca thought he was doubting his judgment and explained further.

"You mean this change only started after the wind shifted?" Alfie asked, feeling a faint sense of déjà vu.

"That's true, albeit very subtle. Rebecca affirmed.

"Hey, great troll warrior, how long are you going to lie on the ground?" said Elfie after listening to Rebecca's words, turning to Zambit, who was still lying on the ground.

Zambit was very aggrieved in his heart, didn't he want to listen to some of the conversations between Alfie and Rebecca, and try to get some useful information from their conversations? Because of the direction of the wind, he was in this position and could hear it most clearly.

"I can't guarantee to stay under five meters when I'm running—" Zambit muttered to his feet.

"It's easy to do, I'll lend you something that will keep you moving below five meters at all times. Alfie patted her head and pulled out a shiny "iron pot" from the space ring.

"What is this?" Zambit asked suspiciously, looking at the metal pot with a surface that was about a meter in diameter.

"This is a good thing I found in the Ingnier experiment, you put it on your back first. Alfie sneered at Rebecca's murderous gaze and pulled two leather belts out of the metal pot and eagerly helped Zambit carry it on his back.

"What does this pot do? Why do I feel like I'm carrying a turtle shell?" Zambit asked suspiciously, his current image was very bad, and he had a faint feeling that he had been tricked by Alfie.

"I don't know the exact name, but it's clear what it does, it's a gravity-controlled device. Alfie stole a sneak glance at the fire-breathing Rebecca, and wisely swallowed the name he had given the device back into his stomach, no doubt that it would be wise to leave the name of the device to the Kenobi he had never met.

"Control gravity?" Zambit chewed on the new term, "why can't I feel the weight of this thing?"

"That's why I think the main role of this device is to control gravity, otherwise do you think it's normal for such a big lump of iron to have no weight?"

"How do you conclude that this thing will allow me to move forward without going more than five meters above the ground?" Zambit thought Alfie was bragging again.

"Well, this one just needs a little bit of debugging. Are you ready?" Alfie asked with a vague smile.

"Ready for what?" Zambit felt inexplicable.

"Adjust gravity!" Alfie laughed like a fox stealing chickens.

"Accurate, ready. Looking at Alfie's smile, Zambit suddenly felt a bottomless panic in his heart.

"Then get ready—" Alfi let out a long voice, quickly reaching into the metal pot and pressing something.

"Did it start? It doesn't seem like there's anything special—Ahhhh

"Huh, when did there be such a huge metal turtle here? Katie, who had been chatting with Coughlon all the time, was attracted by Zambit's screams, and when she saw a turtle-like creature on the ground, she immediately threw a taming technique without thinking.

"Hey, hey, no matter how big or small it is, don't blame me for turning my face with you!" Zambit protested loudly as he lay on the ground, he didn't expect that even little Katie would dare to tease him like this now.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! People didn't notice~" Katie was also taken aback by Zambit, under the deliberate guidance of Kauflon, she didn't notice everything that happened here, so she made such a big oolong.

"You are not allowed to laugh! especially the old man, laugh again and wait to make you look good!" Zambit's nose was almost crooked, he never thought that he was so careful that he was still calculated by Alfie.

Looking at the smiling eyes of everyone around him, Zambit suddenly found himself as sad as a clown. Especially the old disrespectful guy from Kovren, who laughed with tears and snot, clutched his stomach and laughed on the ground!

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! This time it was really a mistake!" Alfie forced a smile, and fumbled in the metal pot for a long time before pressing something again, Zambit suddenly felt a light pressure on his body, although he didn't have the feeling of being as light as when he first put it on his back, but at least he could stand up with his own strength, and he didn't have to maintain that embarrassing image anymore.

"Alfie!" Zambit gritted his teeth and walked towards Alfie, snapping his fingers with a rattling sound, feeling uncomfortable when he didn't clean him up.

"I'm really sorry, but you know I didn't make this thing, so I'm still a little confused about what it's for. That should be the right weight now, right?" Elfie retreated to Serent's side vigilantly, believing that if he couldn't convince Zambit, Celent wouldn't stand idly by.

"Then dare to experiment on me?" Zambit rolled up his sleeves in anger. Zambit had long been accustomed to Alfie playing him often, but he couldn't accept that Alfie would disgrace him in front of so many people.

"Because you're a great troll warrior—" Alfie, who knew she was wrong, glanced at the angry Zambit, and had to compromise, "Uh, well, you hurry up and explore the eye of the storm, how about I use this time to assemble you another mechanical roadfighter as an apology?" 2510