Chapter 1149 Crossing the Border
The latest website: Sailing on the ocean far from the land, the deadly disordered turbulence is the greatest risk that travelers have to face-these sudden and powerful magic disturbances come and go without a trace, and they will disappear in a very short time Let a piece of sea change from calm to extreme environment, and each time will cover a fairly large area.
For ocean-going ships that lack effective early warning means and protective means, these characteristics of disordered turbulence are undoubtedly a fatal threat. Lack of effective early warning means that the ship cannot evade in advance, the deterioration speed is extremely fast, and the coverage area is wide , It means that the ship has no time to escape the storm area before suffering fatal damage, and once it falls into the extreme weather caused by disorderly turbulence, an old-fashioned ship may be dismantled into pieces within ten minutes.
In order to challenge the ocean, the two human empires have each developed advanced ships based on their technological routes—the Typhons have created weather warnings that can perceive the scale and location of disordered turbulence to a certain extent by restoring ancient storm relics Instruments, and developed a protective system that is sufficient to protect the ship for a long time in extreme weather conditions. The Cecilians built large warships with strong alloys, and used energy shields to enhance the protection of the ships. At the same time, they introduced Kraken And Naga's navigation technology to avoid the risks caused by disordered turbulence to the greatest extent.
It is not yet known which of the two routes is better or worse, but one thing is certain, that is, they are still very new and still in a very immature stage.
Therefore, in addition to carrying out the task of delivering support materials, the fleet led by Bitter Winter also shoulders an important mission, which is to collect meteorological data in the far sea area as much as possible, collect all data related to disordered turbulence, and wait for them Return safely, these materials will become the precious wealth of Cecil, and even all mortal civilizations on Loren Continent.
The alarm sounded on every ship, and the crew and passengers who heard the alarm reacted instantly, and returned to their respective posts or a safer space inside the ship as quickly as possible.
Byron returned to the bridge of the Winter, looking down from a high place as the well-trained soldiers quickly went to work and prepared to deal with the chaotic turbulence: under the control of the operator, the ship's shields were at their shortest The power ridge starts to be charged in the second stage, and a large amount of seawater is pumped into the element conversion pool, and is converted into ice-cold pure water with extremely high efficiency, ready to act as an additional element when the power ridge is overheated. cooling medium.
All of this is in order. Although the operators are nervous and busy, they don't feel the panic at the moment of the storm, and Byron knows that even if the situation on the other ships is worse than that of the Winter, it will not be too far behind. .
Well-trained is one thing, another reason is that this is not the first "magic storm" that the fleet has encountered on this voyage - since the fleet set sail in North Harbor, the fleet has encountered it in the vast open sea area Three distant turbulent turbulence and one nearer turbulent turbulence, as we all know: restless magic turbulence is a very common phenomenon in the open sea,
Considering the priority of the task and the loss during the voyage, even with Kraken and Naga as the navigators, the fleet cannot deviate too far from the scheduled route, but stick to a safe route while avoiding the storm area as much as possible As a result, the crew on board will see the "scary natural wonder" appearing in the distance every now and then.
Passing by the disorderly turbulence several times has already made the sailors on the ships get rid of the panic mentality at the beginning. Although they are still not very comfortable, at least they can perform normally in their posts.
However, judging from the words of Siren Cassandra, this time it seems that this time will be the closest to the disorderly turbulent flow since the Winter Winter set sail from North Harbor... "Grinding" the storm area at such a close distance, the scene may be more beautiful than It was more exciting before.
At this moment, a roar from high above suddenly exploded, interrupting Byron's cranky thoughts on the bridge. At the same time, another bright blue light shone in from the crystal glass window on one side, instantly covering the The entire bridge was reflected in a piece of sea blue, and everyone on the Cold Winter was tense for an instant—the chaotic turbulence began.
In a way without warning, a large piece of gorgeous curtain of light suddenly rose above the sea area near the sailing fleet. That scene was like the sky suddenly bursting, and the ancient starlight splashed down from the cracked hole in the sky. The fluttering curtain of light stretches across the sky, but this beautiful scene will not bring any good follow-up. Following the appearance of the light curtain is a giant lightning that suddenly penetrates the sky and the sea, countless large and small high-energy sparks Also follow these lightnings to grow out of the air!
The violent energy release process began, and the entire sea area began to enter a state of charging. The filled water elements quickly "boiled" under the influence of magic power, huge waves rose on the sea surface, and strong winds roared. The sea surface was vast and calm just a second ago At this moment, a destructive high-wall giant curtain is rising, pressing down in front of the crew of the Winter and all other ships with a very powerful posture-at the nearest position, this "curtain wall" is even only 100 meters away from the fleet. It was several kilometers away, which made it look even more terrifying.
At this moment, even a warrior with a heart as strong as steel could not help but feel a heartfelt tremor in front of this terrifying natural force.
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Inside the Mary on Ice, adventurers are gathering in the internal dining room below the deck according to the instructions. The reinforced portholes on the side of the dining room are constantly lit with dazzling blue light or pale light brought by lightning. The steel mechanical ship that was already like a mountain on the sea was swaying left and right, and disturbing creaking sounds were constantly coming from certain corners. All the high-spirited and aggressive adventurers in the past were all nervous at this moment, their faces were tense, and their fists hidden under the table were clenched white - no one talked loudly or spoke loudly to the strict officials on board. The rules express their opinions, but they are all quiet like students in the college waiting for the teacher to hand out their test papers.
The young huntress Lola was sitting near the porthole with a pale face - she didn't really want to see the storm raging outside, but it would be more disturbing to hide away from the porthole and just listen to the sound , so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit here, while paying attention to how far the clear storm dividing line was from the ship, she couldn't help muttering: "I don't like this feeling...there is something so powerful that I'm trapped in a In a tin can, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered..."
"This will help you feel awe of the power of nature," a middle-aged man wearing a druid's short robe sat nearby, trying to maintain a calm expression and an elder-like calm and wise tone to Laura. Said, "In the face of powerful natural forces, one's bravery and skillful combat must bow one's head after all. In this storm, I realized some truths that are hard to reach on land..."
Laura looked down at the underside of Mr. Druid's table, and immediately felt admiration from the bottom of her heart—to be fair, she couldn't make the cowhide so round and natural when her legs were almost shaking. .
She retracted her gaze, and subconsciously glanced at the "adventurer" old gentleman sitting opposite her, only to see a pair of excited eyes, which were staring closely at the sea outside the window.
"Did you see it just now?!" Modil said happily, as if he saw a golden mountain in front of his eyes, "Did you see the moment when the disordered turbulent flow was just generated? The energy release of the source point is from high altitude Started, and I bet at least at the top of the static boundary layer...maybe even in the turbulent layer! So the disordered turbulence on the sea surface should actually be a 'by-product' of some upper atmospheric phenomenon-humans can't predict its occurrence simply Nothing could be more normal! Our vision is too low!"
Laura's face became more and more weird, but her mentality was stabilized a lot under the leadership of this old man. She swallowed, and asked with some difficulty: "This is the case, you still have the mind to do your 'research' Is it?"
"This kind of situation? Of course it's this kind of situation! Do you know how rare this kind of situation is?" Modil suddenly widened his eyes, "If it weren't for experienced navigators and these advanced mechanical ships, we might There is no way to observe the formation process of the magic turbulence at such a close and safe distance, and some secrets will never be solved-I guess the smart people on the Winter Winter must have observed the phenomenon just now, but they don't know Are you thinking the same as me... Hey, unfortunately, what I just said was just speculation, if you really want to verify what happened in the sky, you have to fly up to see it yourself..."
"Are you still planning to fly up to see it!?" Laura was shocked, "You must think about it! This is not just a matter of going shoulder to shoulder with the dragon..."
"I know, I know, that's what I said," Mordir waved his hands repeatedly before Laura finished speaking, "Such an action requires very careful planning and preparation, at least including a full set of magic boosting equipment and protective equipment , and a brave deputy, a reliable notary of the will, and a will with no typos, now these conditions are gone, I will honestly stay in the cabin."
Laura: "..."
Modil didn't care how wonderful Miss Hunter's face was. He just glanced at the storm outside the window again, his eyes were in a daze, and his tone hesitated: "Speaking of which... I always feel that this scene is familiar. I'm not Speaking of the storms I saw on the boat a few times before, I mean...I always feel as if I have experienced this thing in person a long time ago, and it was so close...or even closer..."
Laura has long been used to the shocking words that this old man with a bad memory suddenly recalled when he recalled the past, anyway, she was idle at this time, so she followed the other person's words: "Closer? How is it possible! Then I am afraid that it will be directly swallowed by that terrible storm! We are simply sailing along its edge..."
"You're right, then I should have been swallowed by the storm," Mordir looked at Laura with a serious face, "so I must have been swallowed by the storm, but by some kind of miraculous luck, I must have survived , and then had an adventure great enough to brag to posterity for centuries - and the bad thing is, I forgot about all those great adventures! I lost the chance to brag to posterity... Wait, do I have any descendants?"
The old mage suddenly covered his forehead and muttered in great trouble, but this time he didn't hear the Miss Hunter in front of him use words to guide or explain himself—in fact, at this moment, he felt that the surroundings suddenly changed. Be extremely quiet.
The confusion in his mind gradually subsided, Mordir slowly let go of his hands and raised his head, looking at everything around him in a daze.
The entire restaurant was empty, and the adventurers who had crowded the restaurant before seemed to evaporate into this world in an instant. A weird, faded black and white texture covered everything in his vision. Under this black and white cover, All the dining tables, walls, floors, and roofs are in a slightly distorted state, as if a weird filter is covering his sight, and everything in his sight presents a projection that only exists in another world .
The Shadowlands... a lot like the Shadowlands, but not quite the same.
Modir instinctively made judgments in his mind, but he himself did not understand why he could judge such things so quickly and naturally. He did not remember what dealings he had with the Shadow Realm, let alone the corresponding knowledge in his mind Where did it come from.
Cautiously, the old mage looked out of the porthole.
A huge gray-white figure covered with large and small gray and white cracks came into his eyes without warning.
The vast sea outside the porthole has turned into a "desert" at this moment, with gray-white sand filling the sky and the earth, and that figure is sitting in the middle of this barren and endless world, leaning on a crumbled and distorted throne, or an altar . The figure was dressed in pitch-black clothing, and looked like a woman, but because her body was too large, she couldn't get a glimpse of her whole body. Countless gray-white cracks covered her body, in a state that did not conform to the laws of optics and Her figures are superimposed together, which looks weird but reveals sacredness, majesty and frightening.
This is a sight Mordir has never seen, and even a sight that mortals should never have a glimpse of.
However, he felt an abnormal calm in his heart, as if he had not only seen this figure, but even seen countless faces of her...
At this moment, he heard a voice, it was a lazy female voice, it sounded directly in the whole world, as if it was everywhere: "... Is there any new story?"
Modil was taken aback for a moment, he didn't know if the voice was directed at him, and he didn't know if he should respond, but in this short moment of his astonishment, another voice suddenly appeared, responding to the inquiry from heaven and earth : "...all my stories have been told to you more than once, of course, we can tell them again.
"It's just that it's your turn to tell your story before I start telling it."
Modier's eyes widened instantly.
He recognized the voice that responded.
It was his own voice! !
The old mage felt that his heart suddenly started to beat faster, he felt that he was finally approaching an answer that he had been pursuing for centuries, but he didn't know if he was ready for the corresponding answer, at the same time, that The lazy female voice that echoed between heaven and earth also sounded again: "Indeed, it's my turn—but I have no story to tell... I only have a recent dream."
In the next second, Modil heard the voice that was almost identical to his own again: "Dreams are not really stories... But anyway, sometimes your dreams are much more interesting than stories."