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Volume 4 The Weeping Sea of ??Sand Chapter 72 Unexpected

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    There were cries and howls in the portal, and the storm surged, and finally he was spit out unceremoniously.  The alchemist collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.  There is a problem with her magic control, a big problem.  For a moment, he even thought that he would either be trapped and die in the turbulence of time and space, or be transported to the eighteenth level of hell.

    When the female mage fell out, she fell into a ball with him. They rolled several times on the gravel-filled beach, and they didn't stop until they hit a huge, wet and cold rockfall.  He felt that his back and palms were scratched by sharp stones, causing burning pain.  He took a breath of air and was about to speak when Rosie blocked him:

    "Don't talk to me, Leo," she said as she got up from his arms, "I know what I should do. I'm not a child anymore. Let's wait until we leave here to talk about self-pity. Then I will  It¡¯s at your disposal.¡±

    She knew there was nothing he could do to her.  Now that the matter has come to this, it is useless for him to be angry or upset.  He sighed, grabbed Rosie's outstretched hand and stood up.  "Of course I will punish you." He said without any threat, "Just wait."

    "No problem." She said with a smile.

    Like a bloody mouth, the portal with a milky white halo continued to spit them out one after another.  Everyone was in a panic, but fortunately they no longer had to conquer the steep cliff.

    "It's so convenient to have a mage." The killer jumped to the ground about three meters above the ground, sighing inexplicably at the irregular whirlpool.  "If I had known this, why would I have bothered? It's so nerve-wracking." He looked at the women moaning on the ground.  "I have to admire your femininity."

    The men helped the ladies up as gentlemanly as possible.  There is not much time left for them.  Above the cliff, the bells were ringing together, as densely as raindrops, and the horns sounded like falling hail, as if even the ground beneath their feet was shaking.  "Don't be in a daze, stand up, we have to keep walking." They said, pulling up the delicate lady.

    Leo stamped his foot.  Under the moonlight, beneath their feet was a large shoal with jagged rocks.  Looking around, the black water-like waves were rushing in, hitting the rocks and rolling up spray into the sky. Their clothes soon became wet and extremely uncomfortable.  Some pieces of wood, broken barrels and boxes washed up on the beach, looking like the scene of a shipwreck.

    ¡°Where are we going next?¡± he asked.

    The killer glanced at them and said, "This way." He gestured for them to follow quickly.  "Quiet, don't talk." He led them into the deep shadow at the bottom of the cliff. They walked forward about fifty meters and rounded a corner of the gorge. They saw a scorched and silent giant in front of them under the dim moonlight.  ship.  She tilted, half submerged in the water.

    "Don't tell us that this is the boat we are going to take."

    "I don't have the ability to drive a ghost ship." The killer joked, but Leo's slightly relaxed strings tightened again.  The sea is full of dangers, and the Leo people and their sea beasts are showing their claws.  "Our ship is hidden behind it. It's not as big as it, but I promise it's strong enough to withstand the wind and waves and be indestructible by wind and rain."

    "What ship are you looking for?"

    "What kind of ship dares to go to sea now?" the killer asked himself.  "Only smuggling boats."

    It doesn¡¯t matter what kind of ship they have, as long as they can get out of here.  The cold water lapped at their ankles and gradually rose up to their calves.  The water is getting colder and colder, reaching up to my knees.  The tide is rising.  Realization dawned on him.  "Hurry up, move quickly, hurry up and get over there." He urged loudly, and the sound of the waves engulfed his voice.  "Killer, how far is it?"

    "just in front."

    The women were pulled up to a high place by the knights, and the waves roared under their feet, as if a lion was roaring in anger when it saw its prey slipping away from its mouth.  The women beat their breasts with fear, and then lined up in long lines, groping forward on the slippery stones.  A dangerous path carved into the cliff stretched forward from their feet.

    "Be careful, rather go slowly." The killer led the way.

    Everyone becomes cautious.  Their boots were slipping, and all they touched were dense shells that were stinging to the touch.  Pieces of sharp rocks that looked like jagged fangs poked out from the cliff, making the already rugged path even more difficult to move forward. In the end, they almost had to use both hands and feet to complete this section.

    Rounding the headland, in the shadow behind a huge rock that looked like a colossus, a man was waiting in a small boat.  The killer walked up, and for a brief moment, Leo saw his hand making some kind of gesture.  Through the shadow of the night, the other party could not see his actions.  Leo believed that he had changed into another appearance.  "Oswell?" He even changed his voice.

    "Haig?" That man's skeletonHe is tall but has a hunchback, which makes him look particularly pitiful from a distance.  However, when he got closer and took a closer look at the man sitting on the oar, he had a fierce look on his face. There was a scar across his forehead and a sharp knife at his feet.  "Yes, it's you. You brought so many people, and there are so many women with tender skin and tender flesh"

    ¡°¡­They are all devils¡­¡±

    ¡°We¡¯ve even been through the demons in the Nine Hells, so why are we afraid of them?¡± The hunchbacked man sneered disdainfully.  "Come in, I want to see how scary you are. Move quickly, we are almost late. Andthe price is doubled, the boss said."

    Price is naturally not an issue.  By the time they were safely on board, the boat was packed to the brim.  "You men, grab the oars beside you. I can't row this boat by myself. Damn, what has happened?" He cursed.  The oars paddled into the water, causing slight waves, and they swayed toward the dark ocean amid the oncoming waves.  What's ahead?  Everyone can¡¯t say for sure.

    With the steady, slow and rhythmic beating of the oars, they moved farther and farther, passing sunken ships, broken masts, charred hulls and split sails.  The oars were covered with cloth and the boat made almost no sound.  Mist rose from the sea, and the lighthouse on the cliff loomed faintly behind them.  The fog became thicker and thicker, the bells slowly faded away, and finally even the lights in the city disappeared, and a small boat went deep into the ocean.  All that's left in the world is the boundless black water, the floating fog, and the silent companions. "How far is it?" Leo asked.

    "It's not far." The boatman said, "You will be free soon." His face was smiling, which made people's hair stand on end. They couldn't help but have the urge to jump off the boat and run away.  However, surrounded by the vast sea, they had nowhere to escape.

    Leo grabbed the killer and roared in his ear, "What on earth did you say?"

    "You are escaped prisoners"

    "Do you think we look alike?" No wonder the man said that.  But how do they look alike?  He was fully armed and had his family with him.  There are both White Devils and Varians.  "I felt like we were just a bunch of rebels, a bunch of pagans."

    "They don't believe that woman." The killer said, "Don't think too much, Alchemist. What's the point? It's all an excuse. Everyone knows it. We pay and they do the work. That's the way it is in the world.  If they were really law-abiding and good citizens, they wouldn¡¯t do this kind of business.¡±

    "Is it like you?" Leo glanced behind the sunken giant ship. There was a hazy shadow there. In the drunken dawn, he couldn't confirm whether it was an island or something else.  "I didn't pay you," he said over his shoulder.

    "Nigel paid for you." The killer said, suddenly turning his head and looking at Nymeria wrapped in a cloak.  "And your sister, miss. She's safe, Nigel saved her, and she's doing fine."

    "This is real?"

    "It's absolutely true. As long as you live, you will definitely see her again."

    When the first ray of dawn reflected in the eastern sky, they finally discovered a ghostly shape in the darkness: it seemed to be a merchant ship, with its sails furled and only relying on a row of wooden oars to keep moving at a low speed.  After getting closer, she saw that the figure on the bow of the ship was a male mermaid wearing a golden crown and playing a giant seashell horn.  With a command in the fog, the merchant ship sailed towards the boat.

    "A pirate ship." Miss Bachelor commented.

    "Miss, who is more reliable between pirates and sea monsters?" The boatman named Oswell smiled sinisterly. "At least we are both flesh and blood, and at least we recognize that gold coins are good things. They are not  I would think so."

    The killer shrugged beside him, "They are more trustworthy than that woman. They don't know magic." He whistled happily, and his cheerful laughter was drowned in the waves.  "The little bird sings loudly, the clown changes his face and is busy at work; the world says I am stupid, but I laugh at them for having no eyes."

    After the big ship came close, a rope ladder was lowered along the railing, and the boatman threw away the oar.  "Go up, one by one." He urged. "It's easier to climb the rope ladder than to climb the cliff. Hurry up."

    They got on the deck one by one, and a one-eyed dragon with one eye covered pointed in the direction of the harbor.  "Did you do that there?" He was wearing a leather jacket, with a machete on his waist, and a boat-shaped brimmless black hat tilted on his head.  Leo thought he was the captain of the ship.  He looked in the direction of the city and gloated, "Tsk, tsk, it's so beautiful."

    Leo had no idea what was happening.  He turned his head to look, and what caught his eye was the light of the sky: the whole city turned into a sea of ??fire, like Pompeii de Cal, or the City of a Thousand Lakes.  The people who escaped from death all looked frightened.  They looked there with fear and panic on their faces.  He can point to the skyI swear, they have nothing to do with it.

    "Okay, okay." The captain said, "You paid the money, no matter what, just burn it. I've had enough of that place." He glanced at them with his only remaining eye.  "But damn it. What kind of guests did I find"

    "The guest who wants your life." A cold and ruthless voice came from the void.

    Leo looked up.  A portal with dancing golden lightning appeared above them, flashing with a dazzling familiar light, expanding irregularly.  A figure that was very familiar to the alchemist appeared in the void.  She was wearing a long black dress, her snow-white skin was extremely eye-catching, and the blood that had not been wiped off the corners of her mouth was even more dazzling.
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