【Modifying】

“He is still here…”

Miss Mage's voice was extremely weak, and Cyril reached out to find her breath. Fortunately, her breathing was smooth and there was nothing unusual, and her own magic power was also stable.

"Let Mia go and rest for a while." Cyril handed Mia back to Misha. The Elf nodded and was about to return to the cabin. The Napolean suddenly shook violently, and then the knights on the bow shouted:

"Waves, such a big wave, the waves are coming!"

Cyril turned around and saw that the water wall that seemed "but this" had already surged to the bow of the ship.

Only then did they realize how terrifying the water wall was—even the waves that were split into countless small pieces were far beyond ordinary people’s resistance.

The consul level not far away has been submerged under the impact of splashes, and is still resisting the invasion from the waves.

This is the case at the consul level. The Napolean, which is one smaller in the consul level, is even weaker in such a wave.

Cyril quickly returned to the bow of the ship, and he drew his sword and once again supported the barrier to help strengthen the ship.

The moment the huge waves with white foam were slapped, the sight immediately became dark, and there was no light left-

"Dong!"

The entire ship shook violently again for a while, and large tracts of sea water hit the outer wall of the ship, splashing everywhere, making the people on the ship unsteadily stand.

However, the faces hidden under the armor of the knights changed color after the waves splashed - because they thought that the terrifying tide was just the first sharp edge of the ocean, followed by continuous huge waves!

"Dong!" "Dong!" "Dong!"

The dull bombardment kept hitting the shield, making people think that they were in a fierce naval battle, with hundreds of warships firing at them at the same time.

But the power of the waves is no less than that of the magic crystal cannon. At this time, Cyril couldn't help but be glad that the kingdom was not stingy with him at this time. Although the Napoleon was not a large ship, its defensive performance was really excellent.

He continued to output magic power to maintain the shield. Heloise Treville and Neil Alden naturally took over the protection of the middle and sterns of the ship for him, so that his magic power would not be consumed too much on the magic shield.

After this, Cyril was delighted to find that it seemed that it was not difficult to survive this wave of invasion.

However, just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he wanted to observe the situation at the consul level - he was still thinking about the next intention of the Osaint Emma people. Yu Guang suddenly caught a long black strip, which was rotating and flying towards their ships from the waves. As it continued to approach the Napole, several black shadows actually threw out from it and smashed towards the ship!

"Pay attention to the enemy's attack and be alert!" The sharp-eyed knights took a stance to fight, but before they could complete the array at the bow of the boat, the magic shield above their heads suddenly disappeared for a moment. The black shadows hit the bow of the boat with a large wave, and the aftermath knocked several knights to the east and west.

Cyril quickly repaired the shield, then quickly walked towards the falling black shadow-

It was a beautiful woman wearing a semi-armored skirt that was easy to fight. At this moment, the fabric was soaked and fitted on her body. The pain of bumping or falling in the sea was making her curl up and constantly retching on the wet bow deck.

"Cassandra Auditorre? Miss Auditorre, how could it be you?"

Cyrill was surprised to recognize the owner of the side face from his wet blonde hair, "Where is Evans? Where is Winkler? Are they with you?"

Cassandra Auditore has gradually recovered at this time. She changed from lying on the side to half-squat, hugged her abdomen, and tried hard to suppress the urge to complain:

"They are behind...wow..."

Another mouthful of sea water was spitting out of the stomach, causing Cassandra to vomit continuously.

Seeing that she could not speak normally for a while, Cyril reached out to squeeze a revival wind to cover her, and then turned to see the other people.

A total of five people fell from the waves, except for Cassandra, two women and three men, all looked like they were dressed in the New Orway Navy attire. The remaining woman may have outstanding appearance and noble temperament - but at this moment she was also a drowned cock.

"She, she is Zoya Petrova Qilianov, my best friend..." Kassandra said reluctantly.

"Petinova Qiliannov? Isn't that the family of Qiliannov's candidate?" Cyril thought to himself, thinking of asking in detail, his keen perception once again made him notice the "shadow" mixed in the waves.

This time the knights learned their lesson and did not directly deal with the flying objects coming from nowhere at the bow. Cyril saw it clearly this time, drew his sword in his hand, drew an arc in the air, and set the wind in the arc he had drawn, and directly made it fall on the wind track he had set.

This time, the landing man was undoubtedly much better than Cassandra's previous performance: they successfully slowed down along the wind magic flow, but they rolled on the deck and stood up steadily.

Cyril saw the man in the lead clearly, with a handsome face with black hair, black eyes, and Evans he just mentioned.

Evans tied the astrologist Greeley Stard and the mage Scott Winkler to both sides with belts on both sides. Greeley Stard had foamed at the mouth and fainted, while Scott seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Behind Evans was Jindred. The girl wearing a horn mask fell steadily. She looked up and saw Cyril stunned for a moment, then immediately shook her head back and forth, as if she was showing her joy.

However, a voice immediately came from the horn mask: "Don't shake it, don't shake it! I'm so dizzy!"

As the sound rang out, a figure that was only the size of a palm crawled out from above Jindreid's mask, and the wings behind him were pressed against his back, making Cyril stunned at the first sight:

"Demon...the fairy?"

"Bang!"

The fairy witch Seviara took back the vine that had just been pulled to the young man's face but was separated by the scabbard by the latter, looked at him with surprise, and then said dissatisfiedly: "Ms. Seviara, thank you."

Cyril put down his scabbard, thinking that this fairy had a really impatient temper.

But this name made him pay special attention.

"Ms. Seviara... Are you the "companion of the flying lion" of Fyetta?"

Seviara looked at him even more surprised: "Seldom mention this name... No, it should be said that all those who know this name have died long ago."

But she immediately waved her hand and signaled: "There is no time to say anything else. While the waves have not passed, hurry up - Jindreid, put down the useless little witch."

Cyril noticed that Veronica Helin, the witch who had always been full of energy, sing and danced, was carried on by Jindred and was already fainted by the sea like Greeley Stard.

"Evans... are you bringing me here?" Cyril looked at Evans even more puzzled.

"This... is a long story." Evans spread his hands helplessly. He was already sitting on the deck and started to rest. "We almost died under the water wall. Fortunately, a light cannon broke through the water wall in time..."

He briefly described the story.

Although the pink Fat Flower avoided the attack of the water wall, its engine was scrapped and it had no resistance in the huge waves. In the end, they decided to break the ship apart, protect itself through wooden boards attached to the magic shield, and prayed that the waves could send it to Juve Island.

And they were really lucky. At least the group of people who were part of La Rochelle were all on the Napolean Centre.

"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense!"

The fairy witch screamed, and although her volume was not enough, Evans immediately shut up.

"Tell me what happened before, where did those light columns go? Before the waves end, we have to come up with some solutions!"

"But... why should we take advantage of the waves not ending yet? Isn't the current environment very dangerous..."

Before Cyrill finished speaking, Seviara raised her hand, and the above of the ship was densely filled with vines. The thick leaves blocked all the waves outside, like a solid protective shell.

The few people choked, wanting to say something but couldn't say it. Seviara sat on Jindreid's horn mask with her arms, her serious look made them even more eager to complain.

"The people of O'Saint Emma, ​​they..." Cyril took a deep breath and began to tell. He was familiar with Seviara's identity and knew that although this fairy was a witch, she was a trustworthy ranks, not to mention that this matter was related to the crisis in Port New Orway.

He talked about the Providence-class fearless transport ship, the protection of the gods, and the Menmin Corseus in a few words. After hearing all this, Ms. Seviara looked even more serious.

She sat upright on the horns of the sheep and said with a solemn expression:

"Listen, you all listen to me. Now New Orway Port is facing an unprecedented crisis, far more than five hundred years ago..."

"Five hundred years ago?"

"Five hundred years ago, it was the time for Fercherus in the flying lion." Seviara's small nose wrinkled, and she was a little dissatisfied with Cyril's interruption, "You know my name, you should know these."

"Sorry, ma'am, I know that Fercherus, the flying lion, rolled up a storm with his wings, set off a tsunami, and destroyed the magma from the eruption of Mount Minanka... But what does this have to do with it now?"

"Related?" The fairy witch suddenly burst into laughter, "You mean related?"

"The same vein fluctuations as it is five hundred years ago, and the same volcano is about to erupt. The only difference is that there is no giant beast in the fog - but at that time, the fog and the giant beast had another manifestation."

"Don't you know? You definitely don't know, either, that's right, after all, it was before the establishment of the current Harbor Temple and the New Orway Port--"

Then Seviara stared at Cyril steadily, as if she was about to see through the young man's heart in an instant.

“The frozen sea.”

"Five hundred years ago, in 937, the vast sea area outside New Orway Port is now frozen. May brought a blizzard that should not exist to New Orway Port."

"This abnormal low temperature is a manifestation of the magic fluctuations of the earth's veins. In order to return the magic to balance, Mount Minanka chose to erupt."

"So a three-year snow fell on Port New Orway."

“Gray snow.”

"Fortunately, the Minanka Volcano boarded the flying lion Fercherus at that time. Although it was already very old at that time, it still had enough power."

Cyril listened carefully, and took over the conversation at this time: "Then it lifted up the sea and extinguished the lava?"

"No, that's just a circulating version." Ms. Seviara shook her head.

A lonely look appeared on her face, and she whispered:

"It penetrates its chest with its sharp teeth and melts the ice with its hot blood, which can bring up the storm, extinguish the lava, and blow the volcanic ash away-"

Her short words made the atmosphere at the bow immediately lower, but then Seviara immediately shouted loudly:

"Listen, I'm not saying this to make you feel so low!"

"Fercherus died in 940 years. I accompanied it to death. The Port of New Orway that it exchanged for life, I don't want it to sink again under the cover of a volcano!"

"Sorry, ma'am, I know that Fercherus, the flying lion, rolled up a storm with his wings, set off a tsunami, and destroyed the magma from the eruption of Mount Minanka... But what does this have to do with it now?"

"Related?" The fairy witch suddenly burst into laughter, "You mean related?"

"The same vein fluctuations as it is five hundred years ago, and the same volcano is about to erupt. The only difference is that there is no giant beast in the fog - but at that time, the fog and the giant beast had another manifestation."

"Don't you know? You definitely don't know, either, that's right, after all, it was before the establishment of the current Harbor Temple and the New Orway Port--"

Then Seviara stared at Cyril steadily, as if she was about to see through the young man's heart in an instant.
To be continued...