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Volume 4: Tower of Violet 758 Three Days

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    Seran has two inner and outer islands. The inner island is relatively small, but it is where the Gray Tower and the Nine Rings Council are located. It is also a holy place in the hearts of all mages. The outer island is in the shape of a semi-ring, thousands of miles long from north to south, and intertwined with mountains and rivers.  The terrain is complex.  Due to the erosion and erosion of ocean currents, its coastline is rugged and broken. Near the port of Dover, there are a series of inshore bays with rocks pierced through the air and rapid currents.  After the unfortunate Allegri fell into the water, he was lucky enough to catch a dead tree. Naturally, he hugged it tightly and did not dare to let go, so as not to be buried in the sea.  But in this way, they also lose control of the direction, and can only go down the river and resign themselves to fate.  Not long after, he was washed into a fjord by the surging tide.  He lay on the driftwood and bumped through the rocks. The current here was faster. He was constantly being thrown up and down by the tide. He was soaked from head to toe, and strands of messy hair stuck to his forehead.  , extremely embarrassed.  Allegri struggled to get out of the water, breathing heavily, and the salty sea water immediately poured into his throat. He had to close his mouth, but he could not block his nostrils. He was drowned, choked, and had another violent cough.  The sea water was cold and he was shivering. As the heat was lost, his body began to become stiff and his consciousness gradually became blurred.  The places on the body where the rocks touched were even more aching.  ??If we continue like this, we will freeze to death if we don¡¯t choke to death.  Allegri bit the tip of his tongue to wake himself up. The night was dark, and the light of the lighthouse could be seen in the distance. He barely recognized the situation around him, tried his best to control the driftwood under him, and leaned towards the boulder next to him.  The first try was unsuccessful.  The violent impact made his hands numb and he almost fell off the driftwood.  Passing by this boulder, he had no chance to try again and had to look for the next target.  Time and time again, he gained nothing except bruises and wounds on his body.  A few times, the front end of the driftwood.  It even rested on a stone edge, but before he could move over, the waves hit and he was washed back into the water.  Allegri is getting more and more desperate.  Even his movements were a little distorted, but just when he was about to give up, the driftwood happened to be stuck in the crack of the stone. The wood swung sideways and almost threw him out.  He quickly grabbed the raised stone edge.  Use your hands and feet to climb up inch by inch.  He didn't know how long it took, but he finally climbed to the top of the reef. It was about five meters long and three meters wide. It was uneven and he was afraid he would fall if he turned over. But even so, it was the largest reef nearby.  At least for now.  It shows no sign of being flooded by the tide.  Allegri lay there, breathing heavily.  The cold wind was howling and the rocks were cold and hard. He used all his strength to turn over and lay on his back on the rocks, staring at the star-studded night sky.  ¡°Is this considered surviving?  Allegri didn¡¯t know.  All he could do was take off his clothes, wring out the water, put them back on, and curl up into a ball.  To preserve body temperature as much as possible.  This is probably the worst bed he has ever encountered.  He wasn't even sure whether he fell asleep or passed out.  Before the last trace of consciousness disappeared.  Allegri slowly closed his eyes. His only wish was that he could wake up again the next day. ? ****** ?The sky is clear and the air is clear, and the sunshine is shining warmly, making people drowsy.  Allegri sat up.  He looked at the surrounding scene in disbelief.  That calm sea surface, that slightly turbulent blue wave, is it really the angry sea that almost swallowed me last night?  What finally made him confirm this was the jagged rocks of different shapes.  They stood quietly in the water like natural sculptures, but Allegri had personal experience of their lethality in the sea currents.  Thinking of this, he started to feel pain all over his body, especially his chest, abdomen and left calf. It seemed that the bones were broken. There were countless other scratches and bruises. It could be said that he was covered in bruises.  But no matter what, he is still alive.  It was on this rock that Allegri stayed for most of the day before he gradually regained his composure.  Since yesterday, he had not had any water. He was thirsty and hungry, but he searched everywhere, and the only harvest was a few shells and seaweed attached to the rock wall. He reluctantly broke them open and ate them, which made him even hungrier.  "We can't stay here and wait for death. We must swim back to shore."  The hungry Allegri clearly understood his situation.  He stood up and looked far into the distance, and found that the nearest coastline was in the northwest, about two or three miles away.  This distance is not far, and anyone who is familiar with water can swim across it.  But the problem is that Allegri is not even proficient in the dog paddle, so it is really difficult for him to swim back to the shore.  Looking at the bottomless sea, he gave up temporarily.? an idea and turn to look for other methods.  It would be great if a ship was passing by and could rescue him along the way, but how could an ordinary ship come to such a fjord with dense reefs?  Allegri was short-sighted and could not see clearly further out to sea. After calling for help for a while but receiving no response, he had to admit that the only way to go was to swim back.  Perhaps the only good news is that the dead wood is still stuck in the crevices of the rocks and has not been washed away by the current.  He slid down cautiously, but the experience last night left Allegri with lingering fears, and he did not dare to go into the water for a long time.  He stopped there and continued to look at the coast, waiting for someone to pass by.  But from beginning to end, there was no one there, and no one knew how desolate it was over there.  After hesitating for a long time, Allegri, who had no other choice but to endure the pain, pulled out the piece of dead wood, then lay on it, kicked hard, and swam towards the coastline.  His chest was hurting and his left leg was also hurting. He hugged the driftwood tightly with one hand and paddled with the remaining hand and leg, moving forward with great difficulty.  The so-called still water runs deep. Under the seemingly calm sea, there are undercurrents lurking. Several times, he deviated from the direction and had to use nearby rocks to stop and set sail again.  In this way, the journey of more than two miles was divided into small sections and small sections.  Every time he stops, he will pre-select the next foothold, which may be more than ten meters or dozens of meters. The seemingly unreachable distance will be shortened bit by bit until the last hundred meters.  There was no next place to stay. Allegri looked up and saw that the sea was flat and wide, all the way to the beach opposite.  Further back is a high cliff.  No wonder no one passed by, it turned out to be blocked by a cliff.  He thought to himself as he adjusted his breathing and regained his strength.  His body is close to overdraft.  Every muscle was so sore that the so-called rest was of little use.  Food and water are what he needs most at this time, otherwise he will stay longer.  On the contrary, it will consume the remaining physical strength. Taking a deep breath, Allegri swam forward with all his strength.  He could feel that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and his speed was getting slower and slower. A gentle stream of water could move his direction a few points upward. The original straight line became a diagonal line, but with that  With the instinct of survival, he still repeated the paddling movements mechanically.  Onward, further forward.  His vision became blurry, and he didn¡¯t know whether it was from sea water or sweat.  Finally, his arm reached into the water, but was unable to paddle any more. Allegri lay on the driftwood, his eyes gradually blurred.  Until behind him, a big wave hit him, and he struggled to raise his head.  I found that the night was low and the stars were dotted, and the sea water around me began to surge, and the tide opened its mouth.  Get ready to roar again.  Or, swallow the prey at your mouth.  Realizing the imminent crisis, Allegri panicked and subconsciously hugged the dead tree tightly.  But in the tide, this rare floating object became a burden that hindered him from reaching the shore.  This guy who bullies the weak and fears the strong will only follow the crowd and ignore his wishes.  In the last thirty meters, he was only the last thirty meters away from the coast.  But the driftwood was spinning around, and even had a tendency to turn around and go backwards.  ¡°If that¡¯s the case, Allegri will relive yesterday¡¯s scene, or simply be washed back into the sea and face a more miserable fate.  This was the real point of no return. He gritted his teeth, suddenly pushed away the dead wood, and swam to the coast more than 20 meters away using the clumsy posture he had learned over the past two days.  In fact, as long as he swam the first dozen meters, he should be able to touch the ground.  But swimming with a piece of wood was different from what he was doing now. He flopped in the water for a while and barely swam out a meter or two. The rest of his strength was used to ensure that he wouldn't sink.  The tide rushed over like a giant beast, pushing him forward. In just one stroke, it overcame all his previous efforts.  But before he could finish being happy, the tide pulled him back again, and the distance between him and the coast was still no more than 20 meters.  It seems that he can only rely on himself, Allegri rushes forward.  His nose was choked, and he opened his mouth to gasp subconsciously, but he filled his mouth with seawater, which was salty and bitter. His eyes were sore and uncomfortable, and his ears began to buzz.  For a moment, he couldn't even tell the direction, and he didn't know where to move his hands and feet.  Even a person who is familiar with water needs to adapt to the sea, let alone a landlubber.  The more panicked you are, the more you forget how to coordinate your limbs, the more you hold your breath, the more you want to open your mouth to breathe. This is a common problem for drowning people, and Allegri is no exception.  The sea water squeezed his head from all sides, making it suffocating and uncomfortable. He couldn't hear any sound in his ears, but it seemed to be roaring. Until finally, Allegri's vision went dark and he completely lost consciousness. ? ******  I don¡¯t know how long it took before Allegri woke up again.  He was lying on the beach, surrounded by sand, pebbles, and weeds.  Live, survive?  He blinked and wanted to turn over, but he couldn't do it anyway.  There was no strength in his hands and feet, and pain penetrated from his flesh to his bones everywhere in his body. He could not help but cry out in pain at the slightest movement.  Allegri could feel the hoarse voice and the burning in his throat, perhaps because he drank too much sea water.  His belly was still a little bloated, but it didn't give him any sense of fullness.  Hunger and thirst were like two evil wolves, biting at his nerves and urging him to look for food and fresh water.  If you don¡¯t have the strength, you won¡¯t be able to get up and look for it, and if you can¡¯t find it, you will have even less strength.  ¡°Is this what I am going to do, starving to death?  Allegri thought so, but after a moment, he denied the idea. No, no, he would die of thirst first.  He couldn¡¯t turn over, but he could at least turn his head sideways. He used this weird posture to observe the surrounding environment.  The grass blocked his vision, and he could vaguely see some mounds and exposed white bones.  Cemetery?  Allegri was a little surprised. He was not thrown to death by Fadreva's "Wind Wings", nor was he drowned by the turbulent sea water. He was tossed around and finally drifted to a cemetery on Seran Island. This  Is this a trick of fate?  However, after looking at those bones for a long time, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.  Most of those bones were too thin and did not look like human bones, nor did they look like cattle, sheep, or livestock. Instead, they looked like cats and dogs.  Could it be that the Thran people are so bored that they want to build a cemetery for their pets?  Or is this the special hobby of some necromancer?  Allegri began to think wildly, and now he only had thoughts to turn around.  When hunger reached the extreme, it turned into numbness. He lay on the beach, face turned sideways, waiting for death to come.  But for some reason, he always felt that there was another force in his body, still encouraging him to persist.  That force was very weak, but it was slowly repairing his body.  It's like a clear spring watering the dry earth, but the land is too vast and the spring water is too little. I don't know when and what month it will be before the old view can be restored.  Allegri frowned slightly, felt it carefully for a moment, and finally realized it.  He didn't expect that when even he himself had given up, it was the "light godhead" in his body that was still unyielding and struggling to survive.  Maybe, you should do the same?  Allegri smiled bitterly and couldn't even stand up. Even though he had this intention, he had no energy left.  Night fell again, and a faint warmth arose in his body, helping him dispel the coldness in his body.  Allegri finally understood why he could survive to this day. Without the "Light Godhead" to ward off the cold, he might have froze to death that night on the reef.  And when he was in the sea, it was probably because of this godhead that he didn't drown until he was pushed to the beach by the tide, right?  It seems that it is not useless.  With this thought, Allegri fell asleep again.  In his daze, he vaguely felt a furry thing leaning against his side.  Is it a beast?  What if it wants to eat itself?  Allegri thought alertly, but his body had no intention of waking up, so he had no choice but to give up and fall into sleep again.  ¡­(To be continued.)
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