87_87643 tossed and fell in the raging waves, it seemed to be a gliding sea, it rode the wind, chased by the huge waves, and when the bow was raised, it was as if the whole ship had been lifted off the surface of the sea by successive waves - like a giant shaking his big black and blue blanket, shaking the debris that stuck to it.

The mainmast creaked and squeaked, but before anyone could realize the meaning of the sound, it snapped as if it had been slashed. The majestic solid wood mast did not fall backwards or forwards, but swept across the deck in a whirlwind, breaking the foremast that was also fragile in the wind, and the two heavy logs danced like wheels from the ship under the force of the wind, and if Chloe hadn't cut most of the cables, the Dodo would have been brought to the bottom of the sky. Even so, two unfortunate sailors followed suit, one of them stupidly hugged the foremast, and as a result of the collision on the spot, it served as a buffer caught in the middle, and the whole upper body was blown up, and the other was unfortunately struck by the cable carried on the mast, and somehow the cable ghost wrapped around his waist, and with a gaba he flew into the air, of course, judging by the sound, his lumbar vertebrae had been broken before he could fly.

But not many people appreciated the terrible sight, for the sailors who were still alive were almost all immersed in their own world, trembling in horror - the stormy ocean showed its earth-shattering roar, shaking the whole sea like a wine glass in the hand of a drunkard. In the mixed wind and rain, they could only see a blur with their heads dizzy, and they couldn't even be sure what they were holding and grasping, the fierce white waves were wrapped around them, and they splashed on them again and again, not knowing whether they were moving forward or backward, facing up or down, as if the whole world had become a crazy jumping and tumbling dice, and each side led to the abyss of destruction.

Release the wheel!, Morrill shouted silently to Forty-Seven, the magic connecting her directly to Forty-Seven's mind. Ignoring the effects of the storm, Forty-Seven let go of his hand, and the steering wheel spun back and forth as if mad, which showed how crazy the vast sea beneath the hull was, and how the currents were oscillating and undulating, and the Dodo was at once pushed and swirled, and turned almost entirely in a cliff-like crest—but it was able to narrow the way through a black ridge that suddenly appeared in the rushing and roaring sea. Only the last crumbling mast and the blade-like reef collided with each other, and the broken mast formed pieces of wood that flew like sand and gravel blown by the wind, and then another wave lifted the Dodo through the huge sharp knife hidden in the sea, and by the time Forty-Seven regained the rudder and looked back at the ground, it had disappeared into the waves and disappeared without a trace, as if it had never been seen before.

"This ship won't last long!" Luo Er, who had just been thrown away by Langfeng, struggled to grab anything that could be borrowed and walked over again, struggling to walk, his small eyes on both sides of his nose wide open. The sparse hair also fluttered wildly in the storm that swept through the qiē: "In a few minutes, the Dodo will completely fall apart in the storm!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud cracking sound from the hull of the ship. It gives a solid and powerful proof of Rohr's prophecy.

"There's a hole in the waterline!" Chloe jumped up in a beautiful somersault, her long fiery red hair fluttering like a burning torch that would not be extinguished in the wind and rain.

Morrill clutched the railing next to the helm wheel with one hand, and was pulled by Forty-Seven with the other, his face pale. If it weren't for the forty-seven hands and quick eyes just now. She may have been swept away by the wind and waves.

Chloe looked around, and it was so dark that she couldn't tell where the bean-sized raindrops were coming from. Sometimes the waves seemed to roll over their heads, and the unsecured things on the broken Dodo were blown away without a trace, and the sailors who remained alive on board could only survive by their instincts for survival—not even the most of them had ever been to sea, and if any of them did live to set foot on land, this encounter alone would boast until he was too old to go to the tavern again.

"And we're approaching the maelstrom!" Rohr pointed to the maelstrom storm that was already towering in front of them like a mountain, "Now there's only one way, take the initiative to rush there!"

"What?" said Morrill and Chloe at the same time, surprised by the idea.

"It has to be done! If we were dragged in, it would only take a second for the pull of the storm and the waves to tear the ship and all of us to pieces!" Rohr shouted at the top of his lungs, but even then, his voice was indistinct in the howling waves: "We can't escape this maelstrom anyway!

Morrill looked at the storm, "Are you sure? Even if we can rush into the maelstrom, how are we going to get out?"

Rohr stumbled away: "Bo Yibo! Protect yourself, mage! I need to get the sailors to prepare too!"

"It's decided? well—our journey is a sea of stars!"

The ship's keel groaned loudly, holding out the almost deadly twist, and the sub drifted into the swirling currents it had previously avoided entering, into the embryo of a large, swarthy abyss that was forming.

"Be careful!" Morriel almost crashed into Forty-Seven's arms, and now the Dodo is almost out of sight, and even if there is dark vision, he will definitely not see anything: "You will kill us!"

"Don't worry, I've got the hang of it!" Forty-Seven seemed to find some new pleasure in being at the helm, and the feeling of being in touch with the storm was similar to flying in the clouds: "Besides, even if this ship is finished, I won't kill you!"

Oh, yes. Morriel sighed, and let Forty-Seven feel her sighing.

Just a few moments after changing direction. The waves seem to have flattened out a bit, but it's just an illusion. For here the waves could no longer be called waves, but became a whole torrent that carried the boat, lifted it endlessly, and sent it swiftly towards the storm—and the Dodo sped up at once, and could be called a swift speed, and moved as fast as a wooden shoe slipping on the smoke of the ice.

In the blink of an eye, the Dodo turned into the whirlpool that swirled around the storm. Then disappeared without a trace. It's like you have a sesame seed stuck in your mouth, and you lick it with your tongue -- and you swallow it.

But the crew of the Dodo, who had broken into this ferocious maelstrom, saw a different scene.

After passing through the periphery of the storm, the storm seemed to be much smaller all of a sudden, and the rain and waves that drenched people were gone. The Dodo, which had been damaged in many places, now did not have to worry about continued flooding in its hold, because it was running entirely on a wall of water that was screaming and swirling, not unlike a bubble, and almost toppling at a slope, with the tall crest of the undulating mountain above. Below is a bottomless abyss—what a big and fast whirlpool.

The sailors were stunned by the sight of the maelstrom. The extreme fear of the stormy seas a moment ago had been replaced by a sudden awe and shock, and not everyone in this world had the opportunity to look at the clear sky above their heads in the midst of storms and whirlpools. Forty-Seven now has no need to take the helm at all, because there is no room for human power to play on the maelstrom wall, and in the face of true nature, any so-called powerful force can only be left alone, and all vain attempts to change can only be futile and self-defeating, and there is no way but to wait.

"I *** said a long time ago that you can't deviate from the course! Now it's okay, let it be fate!" Simon could finally let go of the steering wheel and catch his breath: "If we are lucky—if the beggar needs such a handful of luck to marry a princess, then we need a whole ship of luck now! When the time comes, we'll be sent back to the surface and continue to look for that damn Fish-Man Island!"

"We'll be back to sea. Orlando doesn't seem to care if Simon's behavior, which seems to a novice seafarer to be completely suicidal, is an attempt to murder the great Darkraiser: "And our enemies will die in the depths of the sea." ”

Before Simon could figure out where the enemy was, the Shirek had already moved swiftly like a pack of monkeys.

In the case that this navigation technology can no longer play a role, the gap between the two sides is reflected. The Hermit Crab, which had just weathered such a storm, did not lose its crew, which of course had something to do with its special structure. In addition, the personal skills of this halfway monk crew are indeed much better than Semon's original subordinates.

They took their positions like nimble monkeys, chanting in unison the name of the god of Shirek, the hated belly of Simon, and did not convert to the goddess of the sea at such times. Waiting to go to the belly of the fish to serve the god of murder?

"There's a ship over there!" Chloe, who was standing at the bow of the ship and looking at the view, turned around and shouted at Moriel.

Forty-seven also saw the hermit crab that was sticking to the bottom of the whirlpool like a leaf: "Sink them?"

Wait, I need to live-

Seeing that Forty-Seven had already made a gesture to leap out, Morriel hurriedly grabbed him.

But this does not mean that the other side also has the intention of taking prisoners. The Dodo, which had been sliding smoothly on the whirlpool wall, was suddenly tilted forward by something, and the hull of the ship, which was already horizontal, almost overturned.

What is that?

The slick and glittering wall of the rapids bulged out in a large bag, as if something was about to arch out of it. But no, it just rose higher and higher, and finally molded into a huge creature under the incredible magic control.

It had the waves condensed into a colossal body, and its body that was also swirling in a swirling shape seemed to have a cloud of ink stirring - a dark liquid tumbling and flowing in the midst of this watery monster, but never dissolving, rushing to its indistinct head and boiling, as if it had a black crown in it. It also went along the whirlpool, but faster than the Dodo, and as soon as it sank into the sea, it approached the side of the ship when it got up again, and struck down with its huge black arms, and the place it swept was immediately washed away like a great wave, and it raised its arms again. A poor sailor had been trapped in a huge mass of water that seemed to be a fist at the end, and then, with a flick of his hand, he threw it into the abyss at the center of the whirlpool.

"Black water elemental?" Chloe jumped back from the bow of the ship, "Are you sure that the person on the opposite ship is really a believer in the god of murder?"

The flying fireball slammed into the water elemental's head, exploding in a circle of searing hot vapor with distinct edges. The blow knocked it backwards into the wall-like water, but then it came out in a turbulent whirlpool to stop the Dodo, which seemed to be a little bigger.

But this time he was greeted by a cold wind created by Moriel. A mass of frozen ice and snow formed in Moriel's hands, and then flew towards the body of the water elemental. The icy orb submerged into the water elemental, causing it to quickly solidify, and the severe cold that burst out of the orb instantly froze it from the inside out, and the water elemental's flexible but powerful body turned into a stiff ice cube. Float and sink in the whirlpool. It seemed to be trying to make a last-ditch effort to sink the Dodo, but it was torn apart in the ensuing slam and could no longer pose any threat - it was the effect of Forty-Seven's heavy anchor.

"I'm kind of losing patience. He muttered under his breath.

Orlando's eyes darkened even more as he watched the giant water elemental summoned being destroyed.

"It's not enough!"

The Hermit Crab's Reverend Priest is now spilling their red-black blood into the maelstrom by slicing arteries through his wrists, still muttering incantations mixed with a lot of praise for Ciric. Orlando joins them, but instead of doing the same self-harming action as they did, he pulls out something that looks similar to the crystal O'Sullivan used in the swamp temple - and the prayer of Reverend Ciric suddenly rises to a high pitch.

Their prayers failed to summon more water elementals, but a mist gradually rose in the abyss at the center of the maelstrom - though it could probably have been the effect of the chaotic swirling currents at the bottom of the abyss. The sunlight leaking from the center of the eye of the storm reflects a magnificent rainbow-like circle of light on it. It gives the impression of not knowing whether you are in heaven or hell, and perhaps there is no difference between the two at all, except for the visual difference.

"Not quite right!" Rohr wiped the water from the boat and licked it, and immediately spit it out, his tongue numb with unusual bitterness: "They seem to be doing something!"

"I'll just say sink them, there will always be a few who will survive!"

But Morriel still stubbornly clung to Forty-Seven, as if it were purely for the sake of anger, not letting him get away with it: "We're going to catch up with them!

Indeed, because of the ship type. The Dodo was much faster in the maelstrom than the Hermit Crab, and after a period of frantic spinning, the distance between the two was now much closer. If I had waited a little longer, Forty-Seven and Chloe should have been able to hop on the Hermit Crab -

The water in the whirlpool has turned an eerie dark black color, and the tiny spray is also unusually cloudy. If it weren't for the dense scale light that still reflected, it would be no different from a large colander covered in rust.

There were casualties among the Shirek. Because of the excessive blood loss, a priest shook a few times and fell into the sea. Immediately he disappeared, and no one cared about him, which only proves that this guy has lost the favor of the dark sun. Orlando struggled to toss the crystal in his hand toward the center of the vortex. It drew a parabola in the boiling and rising mist, flew a distance that was insignificant for the maelstrom, and fell into the water.

But as the thing entered the water, the whole whirlpool shook a little.

"Oops!" Chloe said when the Dodo spun like crazy.

From the depths of the bloody abyss, there was a violent tremor that made the howling waves sound terrible screams—a huge stream of water from nowhere rushed into the whirlpool, and the sudden addition of the new force caused even more chaos, and the water in the whirlpool roared like a pot, and in the process of bringing the newcomer into its system, it blew the Dodo with a high wave, and then slammed it down, causing it to tumble down the rough waves—the fate of the Hermit Crab.

This group of crazy people! Simon fell his head to the corner of the cabin, and it was easy to control himself without scolding. If he had known this, he would not have gone to sea if he had killed Simon.

Orlando stood on the deck with an unchanged face, looking out at the boiling and tumbling abyss below.

"I call to you in the name of glorious Ciric, and use his divine power to open the passage of the water elemental realm to guide you to appear!" he cried out loudly, "Crush our enemies, the dark water elemental princess, the queen of the black tide, Olidra!"

"In the name of Ciric?"

The waves of the sea echoed, forming a deafening laugh of rumbling water, and the sound waves, like substance, hit the eardrums of the listeners like the pressure of the water, making them feel as if they were in the bottomless depths of the sea, about to be shattered by uneven internal and external pressures.

"In the name of Ciric??"

The rolling black tide poured out of the center of the whirlpool, stopped the castration of the two poor boats, and pushed them up again from the abyss, and the surging black water joined the whirlpool and rolled and tumbled, like a huge skirt that spread out: "I don't know whether you live or die, you are so bold - do you scare the old lady in the name of Ciric?!".