"We've searched all over this area, Mr. Minmeer."

The sailors on the ship are reporting: "The wind element mark left before has disappeared. Perhaps they discovered it in advance. In short, we have lost the other party's trace. But we have a guess that they may have entered the Storm Gate."

Minmill was looking up at the two towering walls of clouds, silently opposite each other, and there was a faint lightning and thunder roaring.

On the other side of the cloud wall, an unprecedented storm was gathering in the sky and sea, and a dim shadow had emerged from the skyline.

“Follow.”

He spoke.

Where the sharp pillars stand out on the sea, the strong wind will be destroyed all year round, and the shackled souls will be clamoring. The sound seems to be able to etch the stone into a knife.

The wild waves hit the reefs, carving them into twisted and weird appearances. This doomsday scene is common in this sea area. For many years, the Aoshus call this sea the abyss of sea beasts—

Because this is the storm's nest.

The place where the giant sleeps, the uterus of Nagar God Narsuyan and the placenta that nurtures life.

Above the fangstone pillar, there is a circling passage, walking in a winding direction, leading to the altar above. The evil and beautiful guard of Naga is dragging its long snake tail and sliding upwards, leaving slippery water marks.

They are all women without exception. Naga men are selected from birth, and those babies who are not healthy and strong enough will be abandoned directly.

The rest, their only task in their lives was to please the hostess and maintain the reproduction of Naersu.

Naga is a species born from the same nest. They are natural bloodthirsty warriors, with a common mother and an unknown father.

These Naga female warriors came to the top of the altar and looked furiously at their sea sacrifice—the altar was filled with blood, and the innocent were pierced into different shapes to meet the needs of the ceremony.

Those are almost all human women, and there are also a few elves, because only those sacrifices that have exhausted the starlight can be used on ritual sacrifices of this level.

They should give their mother god a delicious life, rather than offering cheap blood and faith.

The mistress with six arms was reaching out toward the sky, and she only praised her with her mother and her gods:

"Great Narsuyan, our beloved mother, the mistress of the sky and the sea, the daughter of the strong wind and the waves, that time has come, and the undercurrent of darkness is gathering. Have you noticed it?"

"Great Narsuyan, our sacred mother, please call us to destroy all the winds, the huge waves that swallow the heavens and the earth, please intercourse with the storm, and give birth to the children who are enough to kill this world."

"The end of the world has arrived, and all the final honors will belong to you..."

It seemed as if thousands of voices echoed, like mountains and tsunamis.

The mistress turned around and listened quietly to the sound that overshadowed the thunder and the storm.

It seemed as if a voice heard the prayers of the Nagas, and a huge storm eye formed over the abyss of the Sea Beasts, and the wind wall was moving away from all directions and spreading to the distance.

In a moment, all the wind and rain in the eyes of the wind calmed down, and the strong wind and rain also turned into misty raindrops.

Far from Andreus, the workers in the port couldn't help but change their faces as they looked at the shadows spreading from the horizon.

The storm is coming.

There have been three devastating storms in the history of the North, and each time, almost with the disappearance of the names of several cities.

The tsunami smoothed out the traces of the port's existence and even completely changed the tortuous coastline, extinguishing the lights of civilization.

The victims are buried under the cold elemental waters, while the survivors leave their hometowns and lose their relatives and homes forever.

And this storm twenty years later is even bigger than every time in the past.

Panic is spreading along the port to the entire city.

And at this time the city's highest ruler, the Governor Duor, was judging the cutters of the golden tree:

"Who was it, who instructed you to do this?"

"Who instructed you to commit such a sensational crime?"

Duor's face was as deep as water, his voice was furious.

The golden tree was completely cut down and could not be concealed. The huge and beautiful ash tree accompanied the Andreus Fortress, and can be seen by almost everyone at the highest point in the city.

The trial was also made public, because Duor hoped to take this opportunity to relieve his responsibilities. It would be better if the old sentry could give in to instigate his mastermind.

He didn't believe that a sentry guarding the lighthouse could do such a shocking thing, and there must be some conspiracy behind it.

He stared at the old sentry, hoping that the other party could spit out a word, but the old sentry looked at him from a distance and remained silent.

Many people gathered at the scene, some of whom had already recognized the identity of the old sentry, and their low voices were gathering and making comments.

"The old Mr. Sentinel is definitely not that kind of person!"

Little Joyce looked at the adults and said with some angriness.

But the men shook their heads.

They were actually very clear about the usual character of this governor. If the old sentry had not cut down the golden tree, the other party would have probably not compromised temporarily. In any case, the old sentry bought them a precious time.

This may not necessarily change anything during this period.

Now that the storm is approaching, the fleet is about to set off, and people are hoping that the sycamore on the platform will die on the spot, but looking at the gray oak tree lying on the ground, people are also panicked, it was once a symbol of Andreus.

They didn't understand why the other party did this either.

Is this some kind of unknown sign?

Also said that as the stilbeard said, is this a conspiracy of the cultists?

"I cut down the tree, my dear Governor Duor," the old sentry finally spoke, and looked up at the man on the platform silently, "What kind of judgment do you plan to give to me?"

He seemed not afraid of the man on the platform.

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Duor was stunned for a moment. He heard a creepy meaning from the words. He couldn't help but look into the old sentry's eyes and frowned, always feeling that he had heard similar words and met similar people somewhere.

His mouth was a little dry for a moment, and he didn't know why he was like this. "It was twenty years ago?" he thought, but an absurd thought flashed in his mind, which made his murderous intent firm.

He looked at the man opposite and suddenly made up his mind that such a vicious prisoner should be hanged immediately to make people feel at ease.

However, Duor was about to make a verdict, but suddenly the crowd was in agitation, and many people were looking up at the sky. The worm couldn't help but look up, and a shadow was slowly floating above Andreus.

That's a floating ship.

There were many floating ships, spreading silver sails, and all of them were hung with the emblem of a glittering empire.

"Imperial Navy?"

People exclaimed.

But everyone in Du Orbi recognized the belonging of the fleet first: "The Fleet of the Sword Court? How could it be here?"

The worm immediately burst into cold sweat and his fat body trembled. The Imperial Navy had many subordinate fleets, but this gray fleet belonged only to the supreme magic emperor.

They are the sword-holding knights of His Majesty the Emperor, and the sword-holding court is named after this. This fleet usually does not carry out foreign wars, so it is normal for them to be not in the southern border of the empire at this moment.

This fleet of the Sword Court is only responsible for performing secret missions for His Majesty.

As for what secret mission it was, it was a matter of opinion. The worm immediately thought that it was his own story, but the golden tree was cut down for only two days. The sword-holding knight came so quickly?

He was so scared that his whole body was shaking, and a silver boat had already left the fleet and flew down, and then two people flew down from above.

When Isa fell, she looked at Andreus in surprise. Although she didn't know what was going on, she could guess a little bit after looking at the golden tree lying on the ground - this guy.

He looked at Duor, who was covered in fat and shook his head.

But Isa didn't care about the unexpected situation in this small place. Under the golden tree is the node where the etheric veins gather in the northern border. However, in fact, this gray oak tree is nothing but symbolic meaning.

He descended from mid-air and landed on the court with Rudne, before speaking among the crowd:

"Douol Philip, get your army right away and get the fleet to prepare anchor and set out for the Storm Islands."

“Go to the Storm Islands?”

Duor was stunned, as if he was fished out of the water, and couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his face and said, "Sir, is this?"

Isa replied coldly: "This is His Majesty's metaphor."

Duor finally realized that the other party was not for him, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. However, he immediately reacted and couldn't help but look embarrassed at the order: "But the storm is approaching, and then head to Storm Island--"

Isa interrupted him: "Did you forget everything that happened twenty years ago? What do you rely on to be in this position? I hope you still remember it clearly."

When Duor heard this, his face changed drastically and stood up from his seat with a big belly, "That plan... Your Majesty has decided again... that... Star, have you found it again?"

"It has nothing to do with you, don't ask more questions," Isa said. "Pack up your things and take your people with us."

A vague shout came from the direction of the port.

The riots in the crowd did not subside, but became even more powerful.

Some people were heading towards the port, and Isa looked in that direction, and the city was already in chaos.

"The storm is coming--"

It seems that someone is shouting.

Rudne also saw the deep shadow in the horizon, which was rapidly expanding.

Duor also wiped his sweat. He didn't want to go to the back of the Storm Gate at this time: "But the recruitment work in the port has not been completed yet. Are you waiting for two more days?"

"No need," Isa shook his head, "just let your fleet set out, you just need to listen to our instructions."

He turned around and his eyes fell on the old sentry, and he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
To be continued...