87_87643The red dragon Klaus, who was about to take a nap, also half-raised his head and looked at the "strange thing" flying along the snow-capped ridge from a distance in the cold wind.

Although the battle with the White Dragons was fierce, it was not enough to make the battle-hardened and scheming Klaus feel tired. The human mage used a super spell enhanced by his unique technique to restrain him, but the effect was not perfect enough for the red dragon to fight to the death. Klaus was not actually as arrogant and contemptuous as he appeared, and he tried to analyze how the spell had been applied to him worked, and even decided that he could leave a little more time if necessary - human mages always have some ingenious ideas and tricks...... Fantastic, and quite useful.

In his eyes, so did this "strange thing" that was approaching the Icewind Fortress.

Of course, the guards on the guard post do not have the keen eyesight of the red dragon than the falcon, but they have the observation tools of constant "eagle eye".

Although the uninvited guest did not come from the direction of the northern glacier, the guards were still highly nervous - their eyes did not blink, watching it get closer and closer in the cold wind and snow fog, slowly becoming clear.

Is that...... A ship?

A ship that flies in the air!

After receiving the guard's report, Daerruo and the others came to the tower on the top floor of the fortress and observed the strange ship.

"What the hell is this?" Fiona pressed her hand to the hilt of her sword, "It's weird!"

"Rare and weird. Forty-seven hands on the pergola - although this action does not mean anything at all: "Does it look familiar!"

"Huh. Chloe snapped her fingers as well: "The guys on the ship are actually waving flags and asking to be berthed...... I thought, should I let the red dragon move somewhere?"

The eyes of the supreme swordsman are really better than others.

Soon. The "ship" was docked near the top of the fortress. Klaus deliberately swept very close to the hull, bringing a strong headwind, but the long, slightly flattened hull was almost completely untouched, and even the half-open sails on the three masts erected high were not stirred—they were not ordinary sails made of thick fabric, but reflected a flowing metallic sheen, and even the figure of the red dragon swept across the smooth surface.

The hull is also covered with strange steel parts, which are intertwined with the original wooden hull, and the magic crystals are inlaid on the side of the ship according to certain rules...... Forty-seven was right, the whole ship was as it was. Or the remodeled metal style is quite familiar.

"Is it a hermit crab?!"

Sure enough, as soon as Morriel's voice fell, Simon, who was wearing a gorgeous and ridiculous hat and a bright mustache, poked his head out of the side of the ship: "Hey, I'm Simon Havalian, the captain of the magical flying ship 'Hermit Crab', which one is Archmage Dayr...... Wow, isn't this Mr. Forty-Seven and Master Morriel! I'm glad to see you here!"

Headed by him, the first mate Rohr. The second mate, and even the twenty-sixth sailors who were supposed to follow the Frestian slave sailors, climbed down the gangway one after another. Most people peeked at Klaus not far away, but it was much better than the average person who would even break down when they saw the red dragon - after all, they had seen a lot of big scenes.

"Not bad. Forty-seven looked the Hermit Crab up and down: "It seems that it is right to leave my ship to you to take care of." ”

"Yes, Your Excellency Forty-Seven. The second mate wasted no time in sneering: "If it weren't for the good fortune of hitting the sky, now your ship would have sunk in the swamp and become the temple of the nezumi earth." ”

"Hey!" Simon, whose prestige in front of the crew was getting lower and lower, was a little uneasy, and he was probably worried that Forty-Seven would slap him because of this: "What can I do? That's an archmage!

"Archmage, is it a confused old man?" Morriel asked, but he was almost certain in his mind that he could transform the Hermit Crab into something like this. Even in the heyday of the Argus Empire, not many people could do it.

"yes, that's right......" Simon also glanced back at the magnificent magic ship. And he was a little proud that it could attract everyone's attention: "After leaving Deep Stream City, we went to the south, originally planning to exchange some construction machinery for sale in Watan City, but I didn't expect that archmage to suddenly come to the ship and say something...... What to say, this is an ancient magic ship. And when I heard that the ship was yours, I didn't know how we were going to get us to the swamp with the people and the boat, and said that the ship would be completely renovated...... Seriously. At that time, I really thought that he would forcibly snatch the Hermit Crab away in disregard of the prestige of you and Mr. Forty-Seven!"

Simon is a good storyteller, drawing attention from the magic ship to himself: "...... In this way, I really didn't expect that Archmage Kiscain and his assistants would quickly transform the Hermit Crab into what it is now!

Indeed, although the construction technology of the Argus Empire has long been famous on the mainland, and many magical equipment have been created, such a huge and exquisite construction ship still can't help but make Dale Ruoxinbu and others secretly marvel - it really lives up to its name.

"Oh, you're Lord Dayro of Deepstreams!" Noting the Archmage, Simon took off his hat and gave him a noble salute, "That's right, Archmage Kiscain thought a few days ago that there might be big trouble in the north, so he let us out of the swamp and sent us to Deepstream to see if there was anything we could do to help...... As a result, I heard from Mr. Frey that you went to Icewind Fortress, no, we came non-stop...... He seemed to be right, it's so cold in here!"

"I've heard of this

Archmage Cain. "Simbu seems to have a good impression of the oily and powdery Semon, why didn't he summon us?"

"If you've heard a little more," Morrill laughed, "you should know that it would not be strange for this Kiscain Archmage to forget what to do." ”

"Hahaha. You know him, Mage Morriel. Simon smiled dryly and touched his head, and he could tell from his voice that he was definitely apprehensive about the time he spent with Kiscain: "By the way, Mr. Forty-Seven, Archmage Kiscain said that this ship is a half-finished product, and it will take your strength to complete it...... It will make a qualitative leap! When the time comes, it will not be a problem to transport soldiers or supply goods!"

"Really?" Forty-Seven raised his leg and kicked the boat, "Okay, now we have a vehicle." ”

"How do you use this?" said Forty-Seven, standing in the cockpit of the Hermit Crab. In front of him was a square-shaped console - nothing new to Moriel.

"I think you can do it the same way you did when you revived the. ”

Simon poked his head in at the door: "They're all ready...... Mr. Forty-Seven, don't you think about it again?"

When he heard that he was going to use the ship to go deep into the glaciers of the Far North, Simon's pride quickly vanished. He thinks he's always been a businessman, and maybe sometimes it's not so much - but no matter what, he's not ready to be a pioneer in the brave new world.

"Consider, consider, what?" Forty-seven knocked nonchalantly on the control platform, and the spark of magic quickly spread along the complicated lines: "Ready to go!" Also, the name of this ship...... Start today. It's called Retribution!"

As Forty-Seven put his hands on the console, the constructed magic ship hovering above the fortress trembled.

Blue-white electric fire burst out from the palms of the forty-seven palms, and the strange and abundant energy made the control platform burst out with dazzling brilliance from top to bottom, making the square pillar seem to turn into a translucent crystalline luminous body—almost instantly, the electric light spread through every piece of Argus metal parts, the magic crystals on the thick mast lit up one after another, and the half-open sails of the constructed ship were completely open because they were soaked in energy, and the hard metal pieces actually fluttered in the wind like real sails under the urging of magic......

Both on and off the ship. Everyone who witnessed this scene was amazed.

Xinbu held the side of the ship, and the flow of energy made her feel an electric shock-like tingling sensation coming from her palm, but with her ability. There is no way to tell the nature of this energy, let alone try to capture it.

The whole ship is now one with the Forty-Seven - a large number of construction parts are disjointed, deformed, and reassembled, changing the magic ship from the inside out.

A strange newly constructed thruster at the rear of the hull suddenly spewed hot air. The spacecraft, which had just been renamed the "Retribution" by Forty-Seven, rushed forward. The mast scraped a large amount of smoke and rubble on the mountain wall, causing the people watching from the fortress platform to dodge, and also making the passengers on the ship unstable.

"Hey, don't mess around!" Morriel shook a few times. Nearly fell: "Simon, you take the helm!"

After a few moments, the Retribution finally set off relatively smoothly. Except for Daerro and the red dragon Klaus who stayed behind to help defend the fortress and watch out for another attack by the monster horde, the strongest such as Simb, Chloe, the two metal dragons, and the female paladins all boarded the ship and headed north.

The Retribution quickly broke through the clouds and rose to full speed in the snowless sky.

The cold wind is even stronger. The moisture in the air dissolved by the hot air of the Magic Ship's turbine was quickly frozen by the low temperature, leaving a long wake trail behind the ship—all sails were fully open, and no matter the direction of the wind, they could be gathered by it, providing a tremendous buoyancy that sustained the Retribution's liftoff.

"I thought I had seen enough in my life. Standing in front of the porthole of the wheelhouse, Abazig squinted at the ice mist that was condensing on the crystal window and dissolved by the heat of the hull: "I can't believe that Argus and his boys can make such a handsome thing......! If you have a chance, you must go around again!"

"I don't think you can find anything of value now, Your Excellency Abbazig. Morrill caressed the warm metal bridge to completely rebuild such a large ship using construction technology, and it is estimated that Kiscain has already dug up every mouse hole in Argus: "All the way north, Simon. I'm going to have to get some rest......"

Before leaving, she warned Forty-Seven again: "You don't want to drive indiscriminately, we are now at an altitude of tens of thousands of feet!"

Forty-seven shrugged his shoulders meaninglessly, looking at the frost-covered bow of the ship.

Simon had no choice but to remain at the helm...... He wanted to bite his fingernails again.

Retribution passes through the fog and cold wind. You can't see the mountain glaciers below. I couldn't see the sun, moon and stars above - I was almost in a state of chaos.

"How far is it?" asked Moriel, who had also just returned to the cab, as he finished his rest and spell preparations.

"I think it's almost......" Morriel closed his eyes and sensed, "Get ready to descend." ”

The huge glacier gradually becomes clear at the foot. I don't know how big it is, I don't know how thick the hard ice sheet stretches out endlessly, in some places it cracks across the surface, like a spider's web of bottomless abyss, and in other places the black ice pushes against each other, piling up the peaks of the mountains that are no less than the Ridge of the World—all that unfolds before the eyes of everyone on the Retribution is an empty and blank silence and desolation.

"The environment here is already close to the negative energy realm. The silver dragon Denisha frowned and said, "Human, no matter what you have to deal with......

The cold alone is enough to crush you. ”

"So those paladin girls are still praying. Morrill glanced into the rear compartment, "We're probably going to be in its realm soon." When the time comes, it will only be better than it is now. Let's hope their methods work......"

A thunderous roar came from the depths of the earth—even in the sealed chamber of the Retribution, the sound pierced the eardrums mercilessly, shook the heart, and made the soul tremble involuntarily.

It was the sound of the earth's crust being frozen and cracked.

A huge flying object swept in front of the Retribution—the White Dragon. Much bigger than the white dragons that besieged the Icewind Fortress.

"Hmm...... Shall we think about how to deal with the situation at hand?" Simon clenched the steering wheel tightly, "I think it would be a good idea to climb around here......"

"No, I can't. Forty-seven categorically dispelled his delusions: "I believe the entrance is near here!"

He raised his hand and pressed it on the square pillar control platform, and in the bright sparks flickering, the entire retribution number began to be further constructed: "What are you afraid of? It's just a group of big lizards that can enclave!"

Fortunately, the two metal dragons were magnanimous and didn't bother with him because of this unscrupulous remark.

With the retribution number moving on. They could see more and more white dragons. The dragons circled among the jagged peaks of ice, seemingly unoblivious to the flying magic ships, but seemed to be quietly following the Retribution into a vast canyon.

The canyon itself is a marvel of majesty.

It seems to be able to reach the edge of the heavens and the earth, and the ice cliff stretches out like a black line drawn by two gods on the ground, intersecting in the endless distance. Below, the swarthy, chilly air that could freeze a qiē rolled up from the abyss, and the Retribution, which was considered a large ship before the transformation, floated on it, like a small speck of dust.

The ice walls are littered with strangely shaped fissures and jagged teeth. The white dragons flew in and out of these cracks and holes. The gray, cold light shone on the rolling ice peaks, but it could not reach the dark and deep bottom of the abyss—the occasional rumbling and rolling down was the ice. Or rocks?

"Ah, my experience tells me that things don't look good. Abazig touched his yellow beard, which was as hard as a needle: "You have to make a careful plan......

"Plan?" Forty-Seven spread an electric flame from the control platform, like a powerful heartbeat: "Full speed ahead!

"He's right!" Morrill grabbed the bridge, "Everyone, hold on!"

As the retribution accelerated sharply, all the propellers erupted with long tail flames, and the sails burst into a sparkling light - as if the white dragons had received an order from someone. All of them flapped their wings and flew towards the magic ship.

Icy dragon's breath spewed out of the Retribution, forming ice on the rotating machinery. They then disintegrate in the heat flow generated by their operation. These massive white dragons don't seem to have the wisdom that ancient dragons should have, and after breathing, they want to rush up and destroy the ship with their claws and tail sweeps.

On the speeding Retribution, the two sides roared continuously.

Under the control of Forty-Seven, the constructed row of cannons sticking out from both sides of the hull gave considerable damage to the dragons, and it is not known what Forty-Seven used to make cannonballs, anyway, the flames that spit out from the steel cannons formed an insurmountable wall of destruction, and the white dragons approaching from both sides were blown up by the dragon scales in the howl, and their huge wings were torn into rags one by one.

A white dragon bites the mast of the Retribution and tears at the metal sail on it—causing the ship to sway.

"Look for death!" Forty-Seven wanted to fly out and teach it a lesson, but was stopped by Moriel: "This ship still needs your energy!"

"I'm going to stop the White Dragons with Abazig for you!" Denisha turned and walked towards the hatch, "It's also the service that Master Daerruo called me to ask for!"

The white dragon, who was trying to break the mast of the ship, suddenly burst out with a circle of blood mist. The dragon let go of the retribution and flew into the sky—but it flapped its wings twice before it lost its balance. The small shield-like scale armor trembled, and a steady stream of dragon blood squeezed out of the cracks, as if the white dragon was squeezing its own blood vessels with its musculoskeletal muscles.

Denisha circled, looking up at the white dragon that was spasming and bursting, watching it tear and contract with a howl of pain. By the time the white dragon's roar was so faint that it was completely muffled by the sound of meaningless flesh squeezing, it had completely lost its vitality and fell into the depths of the canyon abyss, its body had shrunk by almost half compared to its life.

The cold shrouded the silver dragon, but it was nothing more than a cool breeze for her.

Denisha swirled gracefully like a dancer, causing the two white dragons rushing towards her to nearly collide with each other. The silver dragon's graceful body stretched out and vanished in a flickering shimmer of magic - but the deadly spell energy still worked and condensed in her chanting, and soon the dragon's breath that paralyzed the strongest creatures erupted from the void with a resistance-reducing spell, causing the three white dragons to lose their wings and fly, falling helplessly like stones.

Surrounded by a ring of lightning and a blue flame shield, Abazig didn't hate hand-to-hand combat, on the contrary, even the white dragon, which looked bigger and more powerful than him, would not be able to hold up for long under the claws of an experienced brass dragon.

Telepathically, his voice echoed in the minds of everyone on the Retribution: "It's up to you next!

"Let's move on!" Drawing his attention from the battle ahead, Morriel urged Forty-Seven to drive the Retribution into the depths of the dark and remote Grand Canyon