Twenty Sided Dice

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Mana also came to help, and the two of them helped the old man together and became the last people to cross the side of the ship. Humk withdrew the deck and cut the last cable with the knife. Siegel put the old man on deck, then went to the bow and jib to untie the lashings and spread the sails.

The sails that carry the hopes of everyone are white and beautiful, and stretched out under the agitation of the night wind, like the victorious flag making a "pop-ta-ta-ta" trembling sound. Then a soft creak was heard from the fore-mast, and then the galley swayed slightly, nicked the black water, and began to advance slowly.

The raven, who pretended to be dead, took to the sky again and acted as a navigator. To see further and better, Siegel casts a darkvision spell. Unlike cities, affairs at sea are more difficult to observe in the same light, especially the reefs and shoals hidden beneath the surface. The raven flew very low, hovering near the bow until it found a waterway that led to the open ocean.

Siegel steered the sail so that the bow was roughly aligned with the channel, and secured the jib-operating line. He still has a job to do. The mage took three steps and two steps to the side of the ship, took out the flame instrument ring, put it on the index finger of his left hand, and chanted the incantation at the shipyard not far away. Three flamingos appeared from between, shouting happily, crossing the boundary between water and land, and flying towards the shore. Siegel then focused his attention, staring at the flame ring, and used the summoning spell again, but this time he decided to invoke the most powerful fire elemental power he could bear. It was difficult to do this on the sea, but the magic weapon designed for the communication of fire elements helped him stabilize this spiritual link, and the firebird just summoned also gave the mage the confidence to cast a more powerful version of the spell. The three flamingos seemed to sense something, turned around and came back, hovering beside the side of the ship.

A white light emerged from the void, as if compressing the sun's light into a single point. Although small in size, it is more dazzling. The white light instantly illuminated the entire side of the ship, and everyone on the deck covered their eyes with their hands. Tears welled up in many eyes. Siegel did not feel the slightest discomfort, but felt full of mana. The ecstasy of magic grew. The sound of the incantation grew louder and louder, finally resembling the roar of a surging wave, or the sound of thunder resounding in the air. The white light spread into a flame, and then swallowed the three firebirds again, and then the color began to darken. From white to light gold, from orange to red, and finally to dark purple to black. Regardless of whether they were slaves or gladiators, they were all stunned by the black flames burning in the air at the ship's gunwale. Although they didn't feel a trace of heat from this black fire, they knew very well in the deepest part of their souls that anything that came close to the flames without protection. All will be burned into shadows, leaving no residue behind.

The spell was close to death, and the black flame began to take shape, and it gradually grew a sharp beak, wings, and a tail with five long feathers. It was a black firebird, but Siegel suddenly realized that the firebird's name was Heifeng.

Without the wizard's order at all, Heifeng went straight to the shipyard. It spit out red flames and set the wooden dock on fire, and the gesture was exactly the same as that of the raven Balon. 'Maybe this is the larger version of the familiar', Siegel held the side of the boat with both hands. thought calmly. It was a good thing that the effect of the spell far exceeded expectations, but it quickly calmed down Siegel, who was still excited about the magic. Throwing aside the influence of the flame weapon, the mage objectively calculated the limit of his ability to control the elements. The summons found simply not enough to support this energy level. Something interfering with fate appeared, secretly helping Siegel in various ways.

He was more and more sure of it now: what was happening around him wasn't normal. It was an intuition that even Siegel himself couldn't explain. He never got an answer to his prayers to God, but every time he avoided danger, his wishes came true. He felt that his trajectory had already been drawn by an invisible pen, escorting him along the way. But this feeling sucks. On the one hand, he clearly understands how important it is to win and survive, and on the other hand, he has a sense of guilt for unearned gains. What worries him more is another point, he can't imagine where this prescribed route will end. It was a glorious victory. Or a miserable failure? Without the freedom of destiny, what power would he have to prevent himself from slipping into a failure that could be irreversible?

"I hope the **** of fate can hear my doubts. Show me the way to freedom." Siegel prayed aloud. After thinking about it, he revised the prayer: "The gods of the original world. Whether it is a new **** or an old god, he can hear my prayers and answer my doubts."

Just when he folded his hands and just finished reciting the prayer, Macabuda changed. From the center of the city, a ten-meter-thick, pink beam of light shot straight into the sky, plunged into the darkness of the night, and then slowly spread from the top to all directions. The enchantment over the entire city became very unstable, the fluctuations of detection magic were more disordered than the turbulence in the tornado, and Siegel could almost hear them shouting hysterically. It was clear that the pink light was eroding the magical barrier of the city and rewriting the effect of the battle with its own rules.

At the same time, Siegel discovered that the purgatory mycelium hidden in the wood of the dock was proliferating like a horn of a charge, shooting countless spores into the air. The red particles gathered into fog-like clusters, rising high into the sky to join the pink light. Only in the direction of the two shipyards that were completely destroyed by Siegel, the number of spores was very small, and under the flames of Heifeng, the vicinity of the dock was not occupied by spores for the time being. Siegel thought of the effect of purgatory mycelium mentioned by the alchemists, for fear that the crew would become living dead without **** and feelings, so he ordered Heifeng to clean up the spore cloud around the galley as much as possible to protect the safety of the ship.

Although some resent the secret help of fate, it is even more confusing to keep it and not accept it and discard it.

Waves of strong magical waves came from near the base point of the beam of light, distinguishing the characteristics of schools of elemental spells, necromancy, and conjuration. At the same time, he can also feel that the divine power of the witch sacrifice is fighting against those magic, and the two are entangled with each other, and there is no winner or loser. But the beam of light persisted and continued to expand the position it controlled. Siegel noticed that in the middle of the zenith, a pink cover was gradually forming and slowly expanding downward, as if it were about to be covered.

Spells reinforced with Infernal Things will obviously not be of a kind and peaceful nature, and a sense of menacing fear grows. Siegel noticed that many animals jumped into the water and swam away from the city, not stopping even in the face of the surging waves. Among them are not only cats and dogs, but also a large number of mice, forming a black mass. Some tried to climb onto the boat but the hard hull crushed them.

In fact, it was the birds who chose to leave earlier than these animals, but the purgatory mycelium in the air made their escape attempts fail. After inhaling a certain number of spores, the bird lost its sense of direction, fell to the ground crookedly, and then walked towards the direction of the beam of light with strange steps. Siegel began to wonder if the thing that caused the strange effect was really called "Purgatory Mycelium," or was it some new technology that Knox would work on together?

As the pink color continues to expand, a smell belonging to another world gradually spreads. The first abnormality that appears is the faint gray volcanic ash in the air. It will turn into dust when it falls and rub it with your hands, and it also carries undissipated heat. ; Then dark red raindrops will drip from the sky, and it will only be found that it is lava when it falls to the ground. But in an instant, the weather changed again, such as palm-sized snowflakes falling down, even if it fell to the ground, it would not be damaged, nor would it melt. It was not until the purple-red acid rain fell from the sky that these abnormal creations were slowly destroyed.

If there is another volcano, and there are more Yugros demons that smell of sulfur, then this place is no different from the scorching hell. Siegel just wanted to get out of the land of right and wrong quickly, so he swept the sails himself, taking advantage of every wind. At the same time, he asked Humke and Mana to go to the lower deck with him, and urged the fugitives to learn how to use the paddle.

"You must start paddling immediately. The spell vision has already begun to interfere with the wind direction here. It's too slow to use the sails." Siegel shouted into the cabin: "There's no time to paddle to survive!"

There were twenty oars on each side of the boat, and Siegel watched as they stretched out one after the other and tumbled into the water. The hull of the ship froze, and the speed slowed down a lot, and everyone on the ship felt it. Without a unified command, the oars will only be damaged in collisions with each other, which will also have the opposite effect of slowing down. The mage thought of this, he finally observed the wind direction, tied the jib at a fixed angle with ropes, and left the raven on the mast, and came to the cabin by himself.

It's a mess here, the rookie paddlers are messing around, blaming each other, thinking it's someone else's fault. Hunk is not good at words, and Mana has no prestige among them~www.novelmt.com~ can't control the situation at all. Upon seeing this, the Master shouted: "Shut up!" Rulei's voice oscillated back and forth in the cabin. When the fugitives saw Siegel, they closed their mouths one after another. They didn't want to be caught by the giant squid and torn in half like a torn piece of paper.

"Follow the instructions, and everyone will escape." Siegel's voice was clear and bright, reaching everyone's ears accurately. He waved his wand and created the illusion of a rower in mid-air, making sure everyone could see. The phantom demonstrates the initial position of the paddle, and then begins to rhythmically move the paddle to achieve the correct rowing position.

This is a lot clearer than just talking, and it also ensures a consistent rhythm. At Siegel's orders, everyone went to imitate the phantom's movements, keeping in sync with it as much as possible. Even though there were still some bumps, the boat finally started to accelerate.

Seeing that the situation in the paddling room was on track, Siegel arranged for Hunk the orc to try to grasp the key points of paddling, and began to take charge of these people. "I will leave the illusion here, and it is estimated that the maintenance time of an hour is enough for the big ship to stay away from the coast." Siegel said: "Now I am going to take the helm, and come to me if there is anything."

(My wife instructed to put it on the shelves today and post four chapters, so someone did it) (To be continued)

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