"With such a large fleet, we can't do it forcefully."
"That's right, we have few manpower, so we can only use our wits."
"Just block the boat. There are mountains for dozens of miles, and they can't get up."
"There are ships upstream. If we sink a few ships in the channel, we can at least block the big ships."
"That needs to be quick. The nearest port from here is still dozens of miles away."
"No problem. It's low tide now, and the next high tide is at midnight. They shouldn't dare to sail at night. In that case, they will have to wait until noon tomorrow to lift anchor - we still have time."
In the howling cold wind, the two casters ran side by side. You said something and I said something. To be precise, the only one who ran on his own two legs was Daniel, the wizard of the task force. Gretel was brutally beaten as usual.
People are carrying...
The soldiers also ran with them. Starting from Captain Barnes, they all concentrated and held their breath for fear of missing a word. The captain listened and suddenly shouted:
"Lovie."
"Ah?" The young archer turned his head. Captain Barnes took off his short knife as he ran and put it into his hand:
"Go back to the main camp and report the situation! Whether we can stop it or not, the news of the fleet's arrival must be known to the earl!"
"But--"
"Go quickly!"
Captain Barnes' voice was stern. Lowe shrank his neck, had no choice but to hold on to his dagger, and turned around to go down the mountain. When he got to the foot of the mountain, he got on his horse and hurried to the main camp.
The rest of the people galloped along the ridge, climbing to the top of the mountain alternately to look around. The red sun was setting in the west, and the mountain road at the foot was gradually unclear. Grete had to take turns with Master Daniel to release the dancing light spell to illuminate the team's feet. Chapter 1
When a spell was released, Daniel was very surprised:
"You are a mage? - Then why do you want to be a priest? Which church would be willing to do that?"
"Uh..." Grete was used to this kind of questioning, so he turned a deaf ear to it and only chose the last question to answer:
"Church of the God of Nature..."
"Oh, them." Master Daniel has been running around with the scout team and has never heard Gretel's gossip. However, as soon as he heard the words "God of Nature", he immediately understood:
"No wonder. Their family is okay. The Church of the God of Nature is very old. In ancient times, their family did not distinguish between mages and priests..."
They ran wildly for half the night, and when the moon was at its zenith, they finally saw a large ship in the fjord. The wanderer set up the rope, went down to explore around, and reported back:
"The ship is quite big, but I can't sink it by myself. There aren't many things on the ship that can be burned. I'm afraid it won't work if I try to blow up the ship to block the channel."
"What's on board?"
Captain Barnes asked. Stalker recalled:
"Ore, clay pots, bristles, flour..."
As he spoke, Captain Barnes shook his head. Master Daniel asked from the side:
"No olive oil? No tung oil? Not even cotton?"
When he asked something, the stalker shook his head. Master Daniel thought hard, and finally sighed:
"Forget it, let's get down first. Drive the boat to the center of the channel and see if we can sink it with brute force."
"That's the only way." Captain Barnes was helpless. Under the moonlight, he looked dejectedly into the depths of the canyon, with a red face and a limp beard. They all fell down together to show their frustration. Grete kept listening silently.
At this point, my heart suddenly moved:
"flour?"
"Yes, flour." Stalker nodded affirmatively. Gretel caught him and asked:
"How much flour is there? Where is it stored? Is it ground finely?"
The stalker was startled - he really jumped back. If he hadn't corrected his direction in time, he almost fell to the bottom of the cliff. Gretel was so impulsive that he came directly to grab his hand - big brother! I'm playing
Where is the blade!
Fortunately, the lurkers were expert in dodge and pulled back in time, so it didn't cause a tragedy on the spot. He recalled it carefully and answered:
"There's quite a lot of flour. It's packed in the lower cargo hold, at least 200 bags. The 100-pound bags are quite thin. I don't know what's inside. I opened it and looked at it. It's fine white flour.
Flour like bread.”
"That's good!" Gretel gave a confident high-five. "We went down and took control of the boat, drove it to shallow water, and blew up the boat!"
He explained his plan in detail. Although everyone was hesitant about the most crucial point, after Gretel showed off his original fire magic, they agreed to act accordingly——
Of course, it may also be because Grete added that if it still can't be blown up, it can be scuttled with brute force.
Anyway, there are one seventh-level warrior, two fifth-level warriors, and three fourth-level warriors present. If they beat it to death, it can probably, maybe, maybe, still be scuttled.
With the help of the stalker, they reached the bottom of the gorge and slipped onto the docked cargo ship. Gretel still felt pity and suggested not to hurt the crew, so Master Daniel took the lead and used a [Sleeping Wind] to hypnotize everyone on the ship.
People. Everyone worked together to tie them up, tie them up, and gagged them, and carried them to the shore.
Then Bernard the Barbarian used his brute strength to pull up the anchor and go down the river.
"Spread the flour in the cargo hold! Spread it evenly!" Captain Barnes and his immediate attendant - the double-sword warrior - were steering the ship, while Gretel and two other soldiers were in the cargo hold.
Doing tricks. Of course, Grete will not do the hard work. He just urges:
"Quick! Move faster! We don't have much time! Sprinkle all the flour as much as possible! Don't light a fire, just dance with lights!"
"Are you ready? We're here!" The cargo ship went down the river for more than ten miles and it didn't take much time. Captain Barnes estimated that if he went further past this turning point, he would be able to see the Lord of Glory directly.
The church's fleet was overwhelmed and did not dare to go any further. They knocked the cargo ship horizontally five or six miles away and dropped the anchor.
"It's almost ready! You guys evacuate first!" Grete replied loudly. A series of footsteps on the ship went away. Gretel heard that everyone had evacuated and turned to Master Daniel:
"Let's come together! Wind-making technique, blow up these flours, the more they can be blown up, the better! Three! Two! One!"
The two mages stood side by side at the door of the cabin, reciting spells, and the wind howled out. Changing the wind was a first-level spell, and Gretel's power was average, but Danny's wizard could sweep away a large area. When powder was flying everywhere in the warehouse,
Gretel returned to the deck, pointed upward, and the light ball of the dancing light technique rotated around -
Soon, he saw that on the top of the cliff, the torch was swung in a circle, and then in a circle. Very good, everyone had successfully evacuated and had retreated to the top of the mountain!
"Okay! Let's retreat too!" Grete said happily. He pushed the wizard Daniel to Bernard, and asked the barbarians to carry the wizard up the cliff, and then picked up a steel shield from the cliff and returned to him. The two stood in the cargo hold.
Outside the door, Bernard squatted down slightly, and Gretel used his hands and feet to hang on his back.
The barbarian had his back to the hatch, one arm bent backward, and a steel shield covering his back. Gretel tried to reduce the area behind the shield, holding one hand around the barbarian's neck, trying to turn his head to look back, and stretched out his other hand.
Get out of the steel shield. After a while, the flour explodes. The shock wave is huge. Although Bernard runs fast, it is better to have a shield to cover him...
All the defense work was completed. Gretel concentrated for a moment, aimed at the interior of the cargo hold from a distance, and activated his modified version of the Burning Hand.