Fairy’s Box

On the sixth day, the sky was dark and heavy rain fell.

The turbulent fog surges frantically, isolating the sun in the depths of the sky, the dark sky seems to collapse, the waves swept in layer upon layer, the heavy rain scatters like arrows, and the ears are like the screams of all beasts.

The broken Maria was crumbling in the storm, and the mountain-sized waves had to crush it several times, but it always held its last breath and refused to sink.

It seemed to sense the faith of the knights, struggling and still not giving up.

Opposite to the Maria, the heavy ghost ship was pressed into the sea, and the violent storm could not make it move half a step.

On the deck, Yale was crawling on the ground, and his fingers kept drawing runes. But every once in a while, the deck smoothes out all traces like a sandy beach.

After trying for a long time, he finally gave up.

Charlene tucked her knees and squatted at the entrance of the cabin, silently watching him finish his work before asking aloud:

"You know magic? What were you planning to do just now?"

"I know a little bit, I plan to engrave an exorcism spell." The teenager collapsed on the deck facing the sky, letting the rain hit him.

"dark magic?"

"Not that kind of sorcery."

"How is that possible." The girl thought he was lying, and turned her head away with a pouted mouth.

"Naive!" Yale sat upright with his upper body cross-legged and rolled up his sleeves to reveal the sun mark: "I haven't seen it before, I tell you, this thing is called..."

"Blessed by the Lord of Flowers of the Four Seasons?" Before the young knight could finish speaking, Charlene stared, and the wind blew at least in front of her. She couldn't help but hold up his arm:

"Sure enough, how can someone like you have her mark?"

The rain she brought splashed Yalei's face, he wiped it dry, and said: "How do you know each other?"

You must know that the mark of the Lord of Flowers of the Four Seasons, because it has not been shown in the world for a long time, is so rare that even the old professor of the obelisk does not know it.

Of course, this may have something to do with Professor Halbert's incompatibility. If you change to a senior goblin doctor, there may be a chance.

However, it is a bit strange that a knight apprentice can know.

"Hmph, what's so strange about this! I've read the ancient documents that recorded the four elf lords, and there's just a single mark, what's so hard to recognize." Charlene looked at herself, if there was a tail, it must be upright at the moment .

"Okay." Yale was convinced, summing her up as the type of Bo Wen Qiang Ji.

"What did she give you?" The girl stared at him brightly, like a cat looking at a tank of fish.

"Mana, the daily amount is very small, but it is better than the endless supply."

"Just like that?"

"That's it."

"It's not the same as in the legends." Charlene frowned, sitting in the rain, thinking hard. A few seconds later, she quickly shook her head without saying a word, and the hair carried the rain, which splashed the boy's face again.

"Never mind, since you can use spells, I'll teach you an enhanced exorcism spell."

"You know that too?" He suddenly felt that his worldview was challenged.

"Stop talking nonsense, listen..."

...the night ends

The thick fog lowered the night sky, and the turbid waves came one after another, beating on the hull. The ghost ship swayed slightly, the three masts suddenly lowered the canvas, and the whole ship rushed in an unknown direction.

Yale and Charlene stood back-to-back on the bow of the boat, alert to the changes around them. The rain silently slipped through their hair and soaked into their already soaked clothes.

There was a sudden shock under the feet, the deck and the entire hull tilted upward, the base slid across the sea, and the hull drained the sea water, heading towards the dark sky somewhere.

"It's flying..." Yale said expressionlessly.

"So what?" Charlene replied expressionlessly.

It's not surprising to them that such a thing is happening now.

The long and ethereal harp music came unexpectedly, sad, desolate, and the melody echoed in the smoke-shrouded sky. If the qin music is intermittent, it is as thin as a hairspring, and suddenly it increases its teaching degree, piercing the sea and the sky with a sharp sound like a cone.

The raindrops fell onto the deck, and in the tick-tock collision, hundreds of pairs of translucent blue-white arms emerged one by one, like weeds that had absorbed enough rain.

Yale took the lead, grabbed one of them, and pulled it out by the roots. Not to his surprise, it turned out to be a familiar face.

The ghost screamed and turned into a cloud of mist that floated into the sky. The knight raised his hand and blasted out a steel-like fighting spirit. With one blow, it dissipated into mist.

so weak? The young knight was a little surprised, but his hands kept on spraying black flames, burning the dense blue and white arms on the deck.

Charlene's direct firepower turned on her sword and solidified, her body was covered with a film-like shadow of indeterminateness, clinging to her skin, and her figure turned back and cut like a streamer. Wherever they passed, a large number of ghosts screamed and dispersed into mist.

In just a few minutes, the ghosts on the deck were swept away. Before the two of them could breathe, the floor they were standing on cracked open, the sword shadows flew from the gap, and the cold air shrouded the two of them.

Yalei's vindictive energy solidified in his palm, poured into his fists, and swooped down toward the densely covered sword shadows.

Charlene dodged left and right, and only when she pulled away did she see clearly that these new opponents were actually a group of Paladins following Li Jialu.

Five entangled themselves, and the other six were fighting with their companions. Do these ghosts think he is better than me? how is this possible!

The girl pointed her toes a little, avoiding the icy blade of the sword, and thrusting her hands at a strange and cunning speed. After the paladin turned into a ghost, he was even more fierce and not afraid of death, and continued to slash against Charlene's aura. Under the halo of the sword shadow, they turned into a phantom that flew up and down and fought.

Clang! The ghost's long sword stabbed into Yalei's chest, and the blade bowed into a crescent shape, still unable to penetrate. Taking advantage of this gap, the boy punched its head with a punch.

Seeing this, the ghosts of the remaining paladins raised their heads and screamed, waving their swords even more frantically. The sword wind suddenly flourished and surrounded the young knights. For a while, it seemed that hundreds of swords were stabbing at him at the same time.

An opponent of this level is the same for me!

Yalei took a step back abruptly, stepped on the wooden board under his feet, and the steel vindictive energy was compressed into a layer of light film, which tightly protected the whole body, allowing the sword shadow to flip and cut and stand still.

He was able to swing his arms wide open and close, smashing the ghosts of the Paladins back and forth.

get me down! The teenager flexed his arms and swung forward, pushing the two ghosts off the deck, and then turned around instantly. The sword edge ushered in the middle of his right fist, his left arm went from top to bottom, smashed his chest, and turned it into a mist.

Whoosh! Like a flash of lightning, the arrow hit the knight's heart with the speed of a meteor falling to the ground. Yalei immediately turned sideways quickly, and the arrow brushed his right shoulder and did not enter the void.

The virgin Ricardo stood quietly at the top of the mast, her chestnut hair, her cold gaze etched into people's hearts, and her white, almost transparent, snow-white skin, which had a cold charm that was not human-like.

She didn't speak, she held a longbow in one hand, and the process of shooting arrows with the bow was delicate and soft. I don't know why it made people feel relieved, there was a dangerous sweetness

Because of this, it is even more terrifying.