Chapter 1431 Let’s go! Let’s go! Set sail towards Dragon Island!
"Stretch it! Stretch it!"
"Lengthen it a little longer! Narrow it at both ends, yes, raise it up! Only a streamlined ship shape can ride the wind and waves in the sea!"
"The bottom is sharper! A pointed-bottomed boat can better resist wind and waves and is less likely to capsize!"
"The cabins are all sealed! You are a tree, a tree, not one of those stupid wooden boats! Do you want to fill the cabin with water?"
"There is no need to put the mast up in a hurry. If there is wind, put it up. When there is no wind, put it away. It will save more effort to float along the water..."
Sasilia, the ancient ship tree, gave her guidance with all her heart. From the shape of the ship, to the detailed structure of the ship, to how not to throw out the things stored in the space when changing the cabin structure, to how to accommodate the passengers in the wind and waves.
Gotta be comfortable...
"When you leave, you can collect some flowers and plants to take with you. One will relieve boredom, and the other will help you bear fruit for them to eat. Your syrup is too sweet, and little Grete doesn't like eating too sweet...
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Go out to sea once, fly 200 miles northwest, and return 200 miles. Take off again, fly 200 miles due north, and fly another 200 miles.
On both occasions, Sacilia was by her side, first giving constant instructions, then giving a little pointers, and then remaining silent, only mentioning one or two words when the other party asked for advice.
After two trips, Sasilia stood on the most fertile piece of land beside the lake of the Magic Academy. The leaves of the trees all drooped down, unable to move no matter how much the wind blew.
Elder Melinsela went to comfort her twice before she replied wiltedly:
"Do you have to ask Sevilla to send them there... I'm not worried... Can I send them there myself..."
Elder Melinsela: "..."
It is not easy for the elves to cultivate an ancient ship tree. It is really not easy.
Especially for someone like Sacilia, who can sail, fly, know the way, cross oceans, and carry hundreds or even thousands of people at once, that's really difficult!
Now you are worried about Gretel and want to send them to Dragon Island in person. After arriving at Dragon Island, will you be worried again and want to send them to somewhere else in person?
Let's leave this task to other ancient trees, so you don't have to go into battle yourself...
Fortunately, Gretel knew the importance and refused desperately. Sacilia could only carry the maple tree and swim around on the sea a few more times before she could barely teach her:
"Oh, if you encounter strong winds and waves and you really can't hold on anymore, just dive into the water." Finally, Sasilia carried the maple tree and kept telling her:
"Drill a little deeper, not too deep, and everything will be calm. You are a legendary ancient tree, so you won't be able to withstand even this small amount of water pressure. It doesn't matter if you really can't. Let Little Gretel give you blessings..."
"I have no problem! I can definitely do it!"
"I believe you can do it, but don't just focus on diving... remember to breathe, don't suffocate your passengers to death..."
Sasilia was full of worries and gave numerous instructions, wishing she could wrap a branch around her and teach her in real time.
After teaching for half a month, the day of departure finally arrived. On the pier at the edge of Yongju Island, two ships, one large and one small, were parked:
The big ship is Sacilia. At this moment, there are dozens of elves standing on it, and some are filing aboard, carrying various things.
On the pier, a mother and her son were saying goodbye:
"Anio, you have just recovered a little. Don't be too tired after going to the secret realm." The queen pulled her son with a face full of reluctance, straightened his collar, and tugged on the straps of his cloak:
"You have a very strong mental power, so it is easy to ignore physical discomfort. But you have to remember that this body has been cured at a great cost. You must not be hungry or tired and hurt your body again..."
"Mom, I know." After a period of adjustment, Anio became taller and already surpassed the Queen's shoulders. He smiled and held his mother's hand, leaned forward and gave the Queen a hug.
:
"The restoration of the secret realm and the construction of the Well of Eternity are all responsible for the elders. I am the one who coordinates. Once the work is done, I will come back immediately and I will never let you worry."
On the other side of the pier, Senior Brother Gretel and Senior Brother Byerbo were lined up in a row, listening to the teacher's instructions. The Lord of Thunder put his hands behind his back and first told the eldest disciple:
"You have already built a Well of Eternity. It is not difficult for you to build another one. Once you have finished building it, come back quickly. The secrets here in the Great Rift will be more helpful to your advancement."
Baierbo nodded hard. The Lord of Thunder turned his head again and looked at Gretel steadily. For a moment, he didn't know where to start with his instructions.
After stopping for a while, he patted his shoulder:
"Be careful. There is a big secret on Dragon Island. I was not able to get there back then. I hope you can see it this time. Of course, you don't have to focus on that. It's best to go your own way..."
Gret nodded. After a long time, when the Lord of Thunder finished his instructions, he turned back to shake hands with his senior brother, and then with Archmage Heins:
"Senior brother, I leave it to you and the Archmage to send the resources back to Nevis..."
"Don't worry, leave it to me." Archmage Heins tried his best to put on a smile. On the Necromancer's stiff face, it was already very light and even a little bright.
This time I ran to the Elf Island. Although I didn't clone the body of the Elf Prince, nor did I clone the body of any powerful Elf, he did come anyway!
Five hundred years ago, a thousand years ago, he was the only necromancer who set foot on Elf Island! For this matter, he could go back and blow the news for ten days and ten nights, all over the Black Crow Swamp!
Besides, he personally took the Plague Lord and performed the cloning technique! Personally!
In the future, when the Plague Lord advances to Legend, he can brag like this in Black Crow Swamp: He taught the Plague Lord's necromancy spells! He taught him!
"Now the new airship has arrived." Thinking of this, Archmage Heins' tone became a little lighter:
"Send this batch of things to the Mage Tower, and I will personally transport them to the Eagle Country, and then arrange for them to be sent back. Make sure they are in good condition, and there will be no problems at all."
"Thank you for your hard work." Grete saluted him respectfully. He stood on the pier and watched his senior brother and Archmage Heins board the light green ship. He waved goodbye to them before walking to the other side.
One side of the pier.
There, Cerela, Bernard, Appa and Shiloh, as well as Idian and Ash Moonsong, were all ready to go.
A dark brown boat floated on the edge of the pier, stretching out its branches to cling to the rocks beside the pier. In the middle of the deck, on the high-erected mast, the fierce red sail illuminated the eyes.
Grete glanced at his friends one by one, and then turned to look at the pier. The small pier was densely packed with friends seeing them off:
Led by Kutha Oak, the elves who studied with him in the Magic Academy;
During the battle in the Great Rift, the elves who were treated by him;
When he was studying how to use well water to advance quickly, the elves he invited as experimental subjects...
Everyone smiled, waved to him, and said blessings. Gretel quickened his pace and walked past them, nodding to them one by one, shaking hands, and walking slower and slower:
At the end of the farewell line, Yin Luni Emma Gil, the original mother, stood in the sea breeze and tried her best to smile at him, her eyes already red.
"Mom, I will go out for a while and I will come back." Grete stepped forward, opened his arms, and hugged her tightly:
"Don't worry, I will be safe wherever I go, on the sea or in the air, with Udian and Sevilla here. Dragon Island is Cerela's hometown, and no one will hurt me there..."
"Don't worry, Mom, Mom will always trust you." Yin Luni gently broke away from Gretel's arms, took two steps back to look at him carefully, and then carefully arranged his clothes again.
Grete quickly touched the cuff, took out a small box from the space bracelet, held it in both hands, and brought it to Yin Luni:
"Mom, this is the communication tool I made. It is the latest design of the Parliament. Just press the switch to send out a signal. I have a pair here that can receive the signal of the same frequency. When the time comes, you can use it to directly
Hear my voice.
It may not be able to be received at any time. On stormy days, thunderstorm days, or when I am blocked in the mountains, I may not be able to hear clearly or receive it. But most of the time, there should be no problem..."
While talking, he opened the box and showed his mother how to turn on the switch, how to talk to it, and how to replace the magic crystal that provides energy.
Yin Luni listened blankly, until her hands sank, and the communication box was stuffed directly into her hands. She subconsciously clenched it hard, and her fingertips turned white little by little, as if she was holding the life of her own child:
"Mom, remember. Don't worry, mom won't disturb you often. When you are free, remember to send a message to mom..."
"I will, I will." Grete promised repeatedly, spread her arms, and gently hugged Yin Luni in her arms:
"I just want to say this. If you can't get through, please don't worry too much. I'm fine... I pass by the nearby Mage Tower. If I can get through the message, I will write to you..."
He stepped back and boarded the boat, stood on the deck, and waved vigorously to the pier. Sacilia had already set off, and the branches of the maple boat stretched from clinging to the pier to pushing away hard. The hull turned in one direction and began to
Head northwest.
In the sky, the tern that promised to guide them rushed down like an arrow and stopped on the top of the sail. After a rest, it spread its wings again and flew briskly against the waves:
"Dragon Island! Dragon Island! Let's go to Dragon Island! Let's go! The wind direction today is really good——"
Gretel has been standing at the edge of the ship, watching the pier getting smaller and smaller, and the people on the pier getting smaller and smaller.
He could no longer see clearly with the naked eye, or even with the eagle eye technique. The figure with blond hair and a shawl holding a wooden box in his hand still stood there, looking up eagerly——