Chapter 282 The Storm of the 58 Women's Country

Chapter 282 58. The storm in the women’s country

Turning his eyes back to the Eastern Ocean to the sea of ​​Sardinia, it was already Fisher's twentieth day sailing on the Flying Fish. The further north he traveled, the weather on the sea became more and more... Gloomy, gray colors composed of frost and dark clouds outline half of the sky, and also outline the background of the northern border.

In traditional legends, the process of entering the North is described as "creeping under swords and axes." The North is cold and windy, which brings many variables and dangers to navigation.

Even if there is no danger on the ocean, the captain will still feel timid when he stands on the deck and looks up at the thick, sticky gray clouds. Because in the ancient Sardinia, pilots Sailing a ship on the ocean is always the most challenging challenge that tests a woman's courage.

But as a steam ship, the Flying Fish has no such worries. As long as the captain does not flinch, it will not look back. What's more, the person driving it now is a warrior from Narli, who can only admire the wind and snow in the north. And without fear.

On the deck, a man with a naked upper body was stretching his limbs, and his limbs made an extremely weird movement at the same time, as full of power as the legendary devil.

This is the first volume of Eliog's Demonic Warfare. It is mainly about maintaining body coordination, emphasizing strong strength but lacking in skills. It is very suitable for beginners like Fisher.

His naked upper body was extremely hot, and a little bit of filamentous steam began to evaporate in the ice and snow. He panted and adjusted his movements, then took a sharp breath, stretched out his palms forward like a spiral, and stretched out his body. Zhou's cold breath created a whirlwind.

"Boom!"

The force penetrated all the way outward, and the violent air flow was conducted to a very far distance in the air before slowly dissipating and turning into nothingness.

"The first volume is almost completed. The method Eliog gave is really useful. It would be better if it consumes less energy."

In Eliog's eyes, the so-called "battle" is not simply a physical collision to win. The most critical point is momentum. The essential process of fighting is the process of "defending one's own energy and venting others' energy", so the training methods are also roughly divided. For two parts.

Any attack, defense, or movement you make will cause damage to your momentum. How to minimize the damage caused by these actions is the first part that needs to be practiced.

Any attack will reduce the opponent's momentum. How to hit, where to hit, and when to hit to maximize the damage to the opponent's momentum are the second part of practice.

Although the explanation was very rough, and Fisher had been quite troubled by this kind of pure talent training before, on the Flying Fish, Fisher felt that the progress was rapid. The reason had a lot to do with Emhardt beside him. connect.

"Emhart, how were my actions just now?"

At this moment, Emhart, who was looking at Fisher who was so tired that he was lying on the deck, was sitting in the captain's cabin concentrating. Well, Emhard, who was probably in his teens, frowned, and his eyes were fixed on the room in the captain's cabin. Instruments and routes, and from time to time he glanced at the weather in the sky, and cursed without looking back,

"What else can you do? You've practiced an action hundreds of times. If you can't do it anymore, you can jump off the ship! Your mother, why are you so sharp in thinking about carving magic, but like a piece of wood in hand-to-hand combat? What? What a waste of your good physique!”

Yes, Fisher previously discovered that as long as Emhart records the contents of Eliog's tactics, he can accurately identify whether Fisher's actions and training methods are in line with Eliog's requirements. During this period, apart from having a bad mouth, Emhart was really like Eliog logging in from another place to guide Fisher in combat training. He made rapid progress.

It was only at this moment that he felt that his physical strength and fighting style were fully in line with the eighth or even ninth level. Even with bare hands, he could deal with an adult dragon race and even Jasmine, a whale race that had not fully grown up before. It can be said that it is done with ease.

Fisher panted for a while before walking outside the captain's cabin and draping his shirt over the fence on his body. He also glanced at Emhardt, who was watching inside, and asked,

"Okay then, where are we now?"

"Wait when we get to the Phoenix Sea, your mother, I'm not going to do this anymore! I've been here alone every day for the past twenty days to check the instruments and determine the route. You're jumping around on the deck like a monkey, saying It’s combat training and it’s so ugly! I’m not going to do it anymore. What are you going to do? Let me go!”

With a black line on his face, Fisher held the sweet-smelling Emhardt in his hand, and walked to the side of the navigation chart regardless of his struggle. There was also a golden compass on the navigation chart, which was the same as before. The one the old man carries,

"I have already arranged the magic for you, so you just need to stay here and stare at the Phoenix Strait. It seems that we are almost arriving at the Sardine Kingdom."

"It's easy to put it! I am a book, not your crew! I also need to rest. You are simply more disgusting than the factory owner in your factory outside Nali. You go to bed and you still want me to keep an eye on you!" Do you think you are still a human being?"

Fisher glanced guiltily at the cursing Emhart in his hand. He had previously thought that Emhart was a relic and did not need to sleep. It was perfect for him to monitor the ship day and night on his behalf. Now it seems that what I did was indeed a bit ruthless.

He coughed lightly and patted the body of his book as an apology. His eyes glanced at the Phoenix Strait on the navigation map. From here, driving not far to the north, you can see the southernmost coastline of Sardinia. There were several vassal states in the southwest direction of the north. No matter which one they could reach the shore, he decided to sell the Flying Fish for funds after landing, and then go to find Valentina.

"bump!"

At this moment, the door of the captain's cabin suddenly closed with a loud sound, which dispersed Emhardt's resentment. He and Fisher glanced out the window at the same time, only to see a vague sight on the sea not far away. It can be seen that a coast that almost completely coincides with the horizon is the boundary of Sardinia.

But what really changed Fisher's expression was the sky above the sea at this time. The clouds above the sky seemed to be driven by some terrifying force and slowly sank toward the sea.

The frost-like wind blew from the depths of the North, blowing up the originally undulating sea surface. The glass of the captain's cabin was shaken by the strong wind, and the glue on the window edge slowly grew. The cracks are like the branches of a tree, and they are as beautiful as the snowflakes that symbolize the north.

Fisher's pupils shrank, and even Emhardt was so frightened that he hid in his arms.

"Fisher! It's a storm from the north! Damn it, why is it now? We shouldn't be close to the coast at this time. It's all because this broken ship doesn't have communication magic. The Sardine Kingdom must have sent a message to the nearby ships. The evacuation announcement, only this old antique ship didn’t hear anything like a deaf person!”

Fisher had seen the storm in the north before in a book. It was a violent and extremely harmful natural disaster. The specific cause was related to the cold air flowing south from the snow-capped mountains, but the specific manifestation in reality was very terrifying.

The fierce wind almost blew Fisher's Flying Fish into the air, let alone the ocean that carried it. The undulating deep blue ocean exploded with its astonishing destructive power at this moment, like undulating mountains. The front blocked the path forward of the Flying Fish. In the eyes of Fisher and Emhardt, the bow of the ship suddenly tilted up and pointed toward the sky.

There were more and more cracks on the glass, and the wind outside the window couldn't wait to squeeze in from the little space that might exist above it. Fisher suddenly grabbed Emhardt in his arms to prevent him from falling off, and at the same time The hilt of the black fluid sword in the other hand slipped off and turned into a silver light that stretched out.

"Emhart, hold on tight."

"How can I hold on tightly since I have no hands!! You tell yourself to hold on to me!! Otherwise, Sir Shu, I will sacrifice myself! Fisher!!!"

"Buzz buzz!"

Fisher's expression was calm. He suddenly stretched out the fluid sword in his hand and pierced the ceiling of the captain's room. The fluid sword that pierced the ceiling slowly solidified into the shape of a hook, linking Fisher to the original place. land.

"bump!"

"Crack!"

The next moment, the window suddenly shattered, and his whole body was blown upwards uncontrollably by the strong wind. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to control his body, but he still inevitably hit the bookshelf behind him. Books were scattered all over the floor, and all items began to slide backwards with gravity.

"Puff puff puff!"

What's worse is that there are constant violent knocking sounds from underneath the bottom of the boat, as if countless creatures are escaping towards the rear.

It seems that snowstorms in the north are not only a disaster for land creatures, but also for marine creatures.

But what was unexpected was that the Flying Fish had a wooden hull, and due to its ancient state of disrepair, it made a violent shattering sound when it was hit by a fish.

The hull is broken!

"Fisher! There is a breach in the bottom of the boat, and water is pouring into the cabin! This boat is going to sink!"

"I know"

Fisher firmly grasped the fluid sword in his hand. He tried to leave the captain's cabin as quickly as possible, but the Flying Fish sank far faster than he imagined, because the rugged sea surface was only a moment of water flow. It spread across the deck and headed towards his captain's cabin.

He had just finished exercising, and his hands were not strong enough. Even though he tried his best, he could not resist the oncoming sea water. He took several mouthfuls of cold sea water, but his mind was still clear. He calmly watched more and more people of sea water, then gritted his teeth and took a deep breath to take back the fluid sword in his hand.

The sudden rush of water into the cabin pushed his body back, but he relied on this strength to reach the end of the captain's cabin. He pushed hard against the wall with his two feet, and his whole body jumped out like a flexible fish. to the captain's cabin.

But what comes face to face is not rescue and relief, but the extremely biting wind and ocean.

This situation is a dilemma. The structure of the Flying Fish is too fragile to withstand the storm and will fall apart soon. But it will be the same when it comes out. What he originally wanted was to sink into the sea to escape the storm. After all, he can breathe in the water. Yes, it’s not a bad idea to get into the water to take shelter and wait until the storm has passed before swimming to Sardinia.

However, Fisher was a Nari after all and had never personally experienced what a real storm in the North was like. His memory only contained a simple summary from the textbook, which was "bitter frost, strong winds and tsunamis". He had just experienced the latter sentence, so he forgot the meaning of the former sentence.

He had just left the cabin, and as a gust of cold wind blew in his face, the seemingly boundless sea surface began to slowly condense and burst into a cold white color under the cold wind from the snow-capped mountains. Yes, the entire ocean actually condensed slowly at this moment.

Fisher, who was wrapped in sea water, felt the danger that threatened his life. In his surprised sight, the sea water around him suddenly stopped, completely wrapping his body in ice, and the air he breathed and the space for movement were all negligible.

If this continued, he would suffocate to death even if he was not frozen to death.

Fisher did not sit still and wait for death. At the critical moment when his face was about to be covered by frost, a ring in his hand suddenly burst out with a deep purple light. A strange wave of magic power pried the echo of the world and stopped the attack of the surrounding frost.

In the purple light, the ring head of [Gravity] was very conspicuous. It was the magic ring seized from the Nari Development Company on Patriarch Island.

Eight-ring gravity magic, [Gravity Sky Ring]!

As the echo of the world was pried, the gravity of this piece of heaven and earth suddenly reversed. Countless invisible forces pushed the condensed sea surface to fly back toward the sky. Even the continuous cold wind was temporarily stagnant by this strange force.

But the power of the eight-ring magic was still not enough in front of the destructive power of the natural disaster. The cold wind penetrated into the gap of the gravity sky ring and disrupted the power of the world's echo, but even a moment was enough for Fisher.

He gritted his teeth and used his last strength to push the ice that wrapped him apart. In the cold and wind that rushed into his ears again, Fisher regained his freedom and temporarily escaped from the fate of being frozen to death.

His body fell weakly towards the dark ocean. The sea surface was like a bloody mouth opened wide to Fisher. In the witness of countless winds and cold, he fell faster and faster, and his vision became darker and darker.

"Fisher! Fisher! Wake up!"

Emhart's voice came, making him grit his teeth and adjust his falling posture in mid-air, and fall safely into the cold ocean.

Fisher raised his head weakly in the water and looked towards the coastline.

He had to swim to the Sardinian Women's Kingdom by himself in the storm.

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