87_87643Oh?Moriel's constructs?You look more and more handsome...... And thank you so much. ”

O'Sullivan reached out his hand, as if waiting for Forty-Seven to return Atlas.

Without saying anything more, Forty-Seven raised his leg and walked towards O'Sullivan. The little white-faced Earl seemed to have regained his arrogance at first sight, and knew how to deal with him with irony, and it seemed necessary to use his fists instead—and he had done so before, anyway.

"Wait. Morriel grabbed Forty-Seven, took a few steps forward, and folded his hands in front of him: "What are you doing here?" I heard that you killed Stanley III, who came to Lucas's mansion that night to direct the cleanup of the Council, and also killed all the nobles present, in a vain attempt to usurp the throne, and now that the whole territory of Argus is wanted for you, and you still don't care about messing with the people of the Church of Ciric, have you just abandoned the glory of the O'Sullivan family?"

"Yes......" O'Sullivan put his hands behind his back, there was no trace of a strange expression on his face, and his voice was very relaxed, sounding as comfortable and tranquil as a breeze blowing in the forest, as elegant and noble as ever: "A madman trying to usurp the throne of Argus, traitor...... Is this the official statement? It's really aristocratic style, empty and cheap. ”

Although Morrill did not know what happened to O'Sullivan after he left Watan City, there was no doubt that he was very different now than before, and he may have completely become a slave of the dark sun, which is enough to show that the name of O'Sullivan did not elicit any reaction from him.

"You are the female mage who participated in the adventure at that time, and you must have been deceived into this filthy temple by false lies, and your heart must be filled with disgust and spurning for the misty lady, right?" a gloomy face of the cultist next to O'Sullivan interrupted the two of them to pretend to reminisce: "Red robe mage, I understand your tracking behavior that wants to make the deceiver pay, the Eternal Dark Sun will notice your worthy affection, but if you are not already a servant of the Dark Sun. Of course, if you want to join like this Earl O'Sullivan next to me......"

"I have no intention of getting involved in the dispute between Darksun and the Misty Lady. Morrill replied crisply: "But I have reason to think that my friend Carrot is innocently involved in this dispute, and is in a very dangerous situation." I can't sit idly by. ”

"I think you've got some misunderstanding, Moriel. O'Sullivan shook his head slightly: "We are just trying to figure out that little girl Guò to find the misty lady who is breathing...... She's the culprit, isn't she?In that case, why can't we understand each other, and even help each other?" The tone even seemed brisk.

"Isn't Dark Sun a forgiving god? Morriel said bluntly: "You will consider the safety of Kairo? How much do you know about Darksun, who was Count of Argus not long ago? I'm afraid you don't even know why Darksun is so favored by you, right? Let me guess - he appeared in some of your chaotic dreams?

Except for O'Sullivan, who was still smiling, the other four black-clad cultists all changed color. This can already be considered a provocation, for them.

"Moriel, for the sake of what happened to us, I want you to listen carefully. Although the situation was already tense, O'Sullivan still spoke slowly: "I know you have been through a lot...... As a high-level mage at such a young age, you also have reasons to be proud of. But in that case, you should know how small our power is in the face of the true eternal being, right? Since the girl named Kairo was chosen by the misty lady, then she is naturally the enemy of the dark sun, you can't stop it, and don't try to stop it—I believe you can't afford the price of disobedience!"

Morrill didn't answer, but looked back at Forty-Seven.

"You made me wait. Forty-seven spread his hands as if he were innocent.

"Are you going to me off?"

As soon as Morrill said this, O'Sullivan immediately retreated. He shot backwards almost like an arrow, and the hem of his black clothes flew out with a faint afterimage that burned -

Although it was the first time he had seen Forty-Seven like this. Although he had gained some new powers, O'Sullivan wisely chose to retreat instead of fighting like the other four Hireks, since the last time he fought Forty-Seven in the Temple, he had already realized that this was not a good idea, not to mention that there was a Morriel who was not what he used to be!

But the other dark guards and priests who served Shirek apparently didn't know what they were facing. Even if they know that they may not be able to retreat like O'Sullivan, they are not the lucky ones who will be favored by the dark sun.

Morriel didn't care about the enemy who pounced on him, but the first instant spell hit O'Sullivan, who was fleeing. The young former Imperial Count has always been a dangerous man, and if he's not a tiger anymore, he's still a rattlesnake, so if you don't want to die as inexplicably as Yatu, then it's better to be cautious - as for those mindless enemies, leave them to the same mindless ones.

But she was still a little late. It wasn't because she wasn't prepared enough or that the sequencing spell was activated too late, but because O'Sullivan was unbelievably fast in the burning black mist. When a series of shining magic missiles caught up with him, a translucent diamond-shaped hedron had somehow appeared in his hand. The entire dim temple was also suddenly reflected by the spar with countless fine water ripple-like light patterns. Moriel's attack was completely accepted by O'Sullivan, as could be seen from the sudden loss of balance in his body when he was hit by the missile sequence, but that didn't prevent him from holding the geospar and bursting out with a surging glow like a wave.

And it was only a short moment, and even forty-seven didn't have time to take out the first opponent.

I don't know where the water came from suddenly poured into the main hall, and immediately formed a huge whirlpool that could not be distinguished from the top and bottom.

Hell, Morriel, who was spinning in the huge waves, didn't have time to continue attacking O'Sullivan, but immediately began to apply magic protection to himself, and the expressions on the faces of the Shirek disciples in the whirlpool were also extremely angry, and he couldn't care about O'Sullivan's special identity at the moment of life and death, and scolded: "Bastard! How dare you-"

Swaying, water, meadows, swamps, lakes, ripples. Then a murky wave erupted. It's as if the bottom has been pulled out. In just a few seconds, a huge pool of water leaked clean. There were only a few deformed creatures bouncing in the mud and a few tattered weapons suits that I don't know who left behind

If the adventurers who happen to find this place are lucky, they can find a few magic pieces.

O'Sullivan emerged from the dark and dirty mire, grabbed an unknown vine with great difficulty, and climbed up to a slightly firmer ground.

"Ahem, ahem......" He sat down with a dejected face, and his body was covered with stinky mud. Even the wounds caused by the magic missile have not been spared, and if they are not treated in time, they will inevitably festering and worsening, and it seems that even the initiators will pay a great price to escape.

"Damn...... It was the same last time. O'Sullivan smiled wryly and brushed his hair, shaking off a gooey mass, God knows what kind of creature was the remains or its secretions......

"I hope to delay the pair for a while......" O'Sullivan struggled to his feet, throwing away the diamond-shaped hedron that was still clutched in his hand, which was now covered in splinters. And the color is completely cloudy like an ordinary stone. Look at the sky, it looks like it's going to rain again.

Not bad, at least a wash.

What is this place? Where did O'Sullivan throw the whole temple?

It was pitch black. A low rumbling sound continued to pound the ear drums, which was supposed to be a side effect of the huge water pressure being weakened through the magic barrier. Is it the deep sea? Moriel, who couldn't tell the way, lit a magical flame, and while it might attract some dangerous sea creatures, it was more reassuring than staying in the dark.

With a flash of light, suddenly a huge school of fish appeared in front of Moriel, who was on high alert, or rather she had been in the midst of it—thousands of slap-slapping strange little fish reacted quickly after being disturbed by the light caused by the magical flames, and they acted collectively according to some unknown pattern, like a giant net sifting through Moriel's body. In an instant, there was not a single one left that ran away.

Boy. In an instant, the waters between the swamp and the deep sea were connected...... It seems that there are still a lot of benefits from joining the church of Shirek. Morriel looked around, and there was only a little light around her in the depths of the ocean.

An eerie and terrifying face slipped by not far away, almost startling Moriel. It was the corpse of a Shirek cultist, completely unrecognizable. The whole body was twisted in shape, and every hole in the deformed head was floating with a trace of blood. Obviously, he died from the tremendous pressure of the earth - and this was the result of not being able to prepare a protective spell in time, not to mention believing in Shirek, even believing in the god of the sea could save him.

Protected by protective spells, Morriel is in no danger of being crushed by the water for the time being, but two other equally deadly troubles in the deep water are looming: extreme cold and lack of air.

I didn't prepare for underwater breathing, so I couldn't last long. In this harsh environment, it is quite difficult to cast spells, so it is better to find a way to swim to the surface first. What about forty-seven?

The current around Morriel suddenly became chaotic and turbulent again, as if a group of whales were stirring wildly. A huge figure rises from beneath Moriel. The water around Dragon Forty-Seven boiled as if it were boiling under the full thruster of the thruster, and he gently grasped Morriel, his sharp steel fingers around her waist as if he were holding a doll.

Forty-seven pointed upwards, considering the possible effects of a sudden change in water pressure.

Morrill nodded: No problem.

A huge wave of water exploded, and the steel dragon soared into the sky. As soon as he got out of the water, Forty-Seven let out a thunderous roar: "I must have that little white face to look good!"

The sound even drowned out for a moment the storm raging on the sea.

Bursts of thunder rang out in the hazy sky, and a dragon-like lightning flashed occasionally in the distance. The howling rain poured down as if it were about to engulf the whole world, and it looked as if the whole world was indeed submerged. At the feet of the Iron Dragon, the endless ocean roared in the wind and rain, and the waves rose to the surface like rows of moving walls, swooping in directions that were impossible to identify.

"It's a damn space shift again!I hate this!" Forty-Seven was very upset when he was taken from the swamp to the stormy sea before he could make a big fight.

Grappling at the metal dragon scales, Morriel apparently noticed more than the annoyed Forty-Seven: "Don't complain. Find a place to land, keep flying, and we'll make the lightning strike...... There's a boat over there!"

Morriel's vision really didn't say that the little black dot on the crest of the wave in the distance, barely visible, was indeed a boat, a boat that had miraculously remained unsubturned in the midst of the stormy waves. Forty-seven shook the giant wings and flew towards the ship - but it was not easy to land accurately, and if the dragon's body landed directly on the ship, the possibility of causing severe damage to the hull of the ship, which was already violently jolting in the storm, could be said to be 100%. But fortunately, the violent storm came and went as fast as it came, and by the time forty-seven circled over the three-masted galleon, the thunder and lightning had ceased to rage in the sky. The wind had almost stopped, and only the drizzle of rain falling through the dark clouds had not stopped.

Strangely enough, there was no reaction on board, and the deck was empty, except for the storm-torn canvas fluttering on the mast that had not been broken, as if the sailors had all been blown away by the gale, and when they had landed on board, no one came out.

"Even though there was a lot of water, I could still see that there was a lot of blood in the cabin, but there was not a single body. "After a hasty search of the entire ship, Forty-Seven began to manipulate the ballistas on the deck. The bowstring of the beast tendons, which needed to be twisted and pulled apart by a turntable, was easily stretched by him, and it was broken with a "boom": "The blood on the deck should have been washed away by the rain, but there are scattered weapons everywhere, maybe they ran into pirates?"

"Not really. Morriel noticed a stain on the deck and on the side of the ship that was different from the bloodstains, like a huge ox crawling over the ground slime, and even such a terrible storm could not wash it away: "No matter how fierce the storm is, the body will not be gone, and the ship itself is hardly damaged, and there is no sign of a broadside battle." Besides, the pirates would not casually abandon such a good ship...... It doesn't even have to be regreased, just hang the skull flag!"

"Whatever it is. Forty-seven walked through the hatch. Reaching out and comparing it to a blood mark on the wall of the cabin, it was obviously not left by a human or humanoid, it was like a huge fan-shaped leaf, the unwashed blood clot was cloudy and black, as if mixed with some other liquid, it looked shocking.

"It's time to determine where we are. Then fly back to the swamp at once, and maybe find the little white face - I'll have to let him too

A taste of being in the sea!"

"I don't think he's going to stay there and wait for you to go back. Morriel closed his eyes and opened them after a while: "This should be the sea area at the junction of the Storm Ocean and the Dragonjaw Strait, already in the south of the Argus Empire...... It's far enough. ”

"Okay, tell me when you decide where you're going, I'll see if there's anything good in the boat......"

The waves crashed against the half-worn hull, splashing fine white spray. The three-masted galleon swayed slightly on the sea, drifting slowly, and Moriel's heart was as unsettled as the sailboat. Now I can't decide where I should go, every direction is possible...... Kairo. Where the hell are you?

Forty-seven poked his head out of the hatch, his iron face tense.

"Moriel, you'd better take a look. ”

Morriel picked up a wrinkled purple dress in the corner of the cabin. Although it has experienced the ravages of the storm, it can still be seen that the original owner is ingenious. The flower-shaped knot was stripped to the ground, and two small blue jade stones hung at the end, and Moriel unfolded her dress and stroked it, the soft and slightly frosted texture that shook her heart—she recognized the dress, and Carrot lent her to wear it.

Could it be that Cairo was once a passenger on the ship, and now he himself accidentally boarded the ship, which is pure coincidence. Still is......

Forty-Seven scanned the entire messy cabin, looking for any valuable clues: "Little Red Riding Hood has met the big bad wolf?"

Morriel threw down her long skirt: "Go." Go to the captain's room and check the logbook to see where the ship is going!"

The captain's room was a mess, but fortunately the logbook was locked in a table fixed to the porthole, intact.

"The Pearl Islands?" Morrill muttered as he closed his logbook, "what is she doing in the Pearl Islands? ”

"Wherever Little Red Riding Hood goes, she's gone with the rest of the ship now......" Forty-Seven said the old man in the pajamas who was firmly nailed to the wooden bed by a spear with seaweed attached to the wall, and it was the only body they found, "If we can't find her as much as possible, she will probably not be able to go anywhere." ”

Morrill didn't seem particularly anxious, but looked a little relaxed: "It's much easier to do it with clues, and Kylo will be fine for the time being." Now that the misty lady has chosen her. Nature also wants to protect her...... At least until the lady reaches her goal. ”

"Alright, then we'll go to the Pearl Islands—maybe take that ship. Forty-seven looked out of the porthole.

Outside the porthole, a three-masted galleon of similar style rode the wind and waves, getting closer and closer.

After confirming that only Morriel and Forty-Seven were the only two men, the captain of another ship boarded the attacked sailing ship with several sailors.

"Hello, I'm Simon Havalyan, captain of the Wine Queen, just call me Simon. The middle-aged man who called himself Simon took off his hat and gave a salute, and he had a neatly trimmed black beard and was neatly dressed. Looks more like a nobleman than a captain: "Honorable mage, can you tell me what happened on the poor Fantasy?"

Very talkative. Morrill noticed that he deliberately ignored his gender and emphasized the identity of the mage, which usually pleased the female mage: "Captain Simon, you have more seafaring experience than I do. I don't think I'm the culprit for this qiē, do you?"

"No, no, you're joking. Simon hurriedly clarified: "I took the liberty of it, but I didn't mean to be offended...... I'm just trying to confirm my judgment with the help of a mage's wise gaze. And since the Fantasy has befallen such misfortunes, I'll have to adjust my plans to avoid running into those horrible shark-men, as you've probably heard, this damned sea predator has always been a major trouble for those of us who make a living at sea, second only to storms...... You see, the storm just now cost me three sailors ......"

It's really good enough to talk. Morrill suddenly thought that this Captain Simon might be of some use.

"I know a little bit of rudimentary sorcery," Morrill said, half-truthfully, "Actually, I came to find a friend who had taken this ship to the Pearl Islands for some personal matter, and when I caught up with him, I found out that it was so." Maybe I can use my spells on this ship to determine what happened to my friend and look for the attackers, don't you mind?"

Simon raised his hand sincerely, "Of course I don't mind! Oh, I hope your friends are safe and sound!Don't bother you!Come, let's get off the boat, don't disturb the mage—by the way, if it's convenient, I hope you'll join me for dinner......"

When rowing a small boat away. The first mate of the sea elf raised his question: "The Fantasy must have been attacked by the shark-turned fishman, and this does not need to be confirmed by the female mage at all." Besides, who would go to the Pearl Islands on a ship like the Fantasy but pirates, fugitives, and abducted slaves......? Do we need to get close to her?"

Simon put on his hat and straightened the brim: "It doesn't matter what her purpose is. Importantly, she's clearly a good mage...... It is even likely that a high-ranking mage who escaped from Argus. Have you noticed the Iron Samurai around her? The gods testify, I've never seen such a delicate and unique structure! Maybe she'll help us solve our big problems......"

On some kind of Cheng dù, he guessed right.

Moriel's eyes began to look bottomless. The empty gaze stared straight ahead, and the qiē that had happened on the ship was revealed......

Starless night. Half-man, half-fish monsters emerge from the sea with their long, prickly heads, and use their sticky webpers to quietly climb onto the side of the ship, their wet bodies covered in dark green scales, and their tail fins rustling on the deck...... Then there was screaming and killing.

The Selenata not only captures the survivors, but also the corpses...... Morriel could guess what they wanted the living and corpses to do. But the ship was still shrouded in a fog that made it impossible for Morriel to find any trace of Kylo, not knowing if she had been captured or hiding, or even if she was on this ship.

After the spell ends. It was already dark, and I remembered Captain Simon's invitation. Moriel was really hungry.

dine, and then ask him to take me and Forty-Seven to the Pearl Islands...... Good choice