Chapter 400 No Bad Guidance

The sky turned gloomy and the crashing waves foreshadowed the coming storm. The Claw Sea is always changing.

The mortals looked around in fear, and the sailors hid in the cabins one after another, spreading rumors about the devil from time to time.

It was obvious that they could no longer be relied upon. Lynch only hoped that the archmage could swim - he saw the mage's pale face again. The guy was seasick and was about to vomit.

Well, Lynch has to go and fish it out for the mage to identify. I just hope this guy is still in the condition to solve the puzzle, strengthen the seal, and learn the method to seal the demon.

Eugen opened his eyes with difficulty, but he always felt that he was not fully awake.

Like a puppet, he opened the door dazedly, ignored the dwarf's enthusiastic greeting, and walked straight downstairs.

He should go to the dock now.

Why? It was like a deceased relative was calling him, and Eugen couldn't resist. He didn't even have the heart to resist.

Some local residents who were as dizzy as him also appeared at the dock, like a group of numb zombies.

The rumbling thunder exploded at the end of the sea, and the oppressive dark clouds made this morning not so good, but no one cared. They just listened to the voices in their ears, pushed aside the advice of their family and friends, and wanted to go out to sea with all their heart.

There seemed to be some kind of evil hidden in the fishy sea breeze. Eugen tried hard to open his eyes, but he couldn't. His mind was not clear at this time.

The stench of black magic permeated the oracle. He wanted to think, but a voice stopped everything. It seemed that he was carrying out a task assigned to him by the lizardmen or the archmage, and he should not doubt it.

Something abnormal is happening. The sixth sense frantically reminded the oracle, but a soft and long whisper gently soothed it.

The fishermen got on the boat, and Eugen followed them on board. Although they were dizzy, every sailor showed a sailing level above the passing line. After setting sail, the ship sailed steadily against the wind and waves, and everything was so natural.

Eugen caught a glimpse of the dwarf out of the corner of his eye. Sorian had also boarded the boat at some point and was now curiously observing the expressions of the sailors, who were laughing and cursing that Eugen had cast a spell on them.

Confusion briefly occupied Eugen's mind, but was quickly driven away by a slightly gnashing voice.

This is normal, there is just one more dwarf, it said.

Sorian knocked on the boat curiously. The human ship was not as good as the work of the dwarf apprentice. It floated on the water like a piece of rotten wood.

Anyway, it floated.

He didn't know where the elves had gone. Wizards were always mysterious. As for the lizardmen? He couldn't see them. Who knew if they were by his side? The dwarf was wandering around the boat carelessly. His companions' reactions made him feel something was wrong, but he couldn't be sure. All humans seemed to be like this.

They were always tired, sluggish from lack of sleep, in a way that even the oldest dwarves were not.

On the contrary, those dwarves older than Sorian were extremely powerful.

Just in case, he decided to keep the axe in his hand at all times.

This is not safe enough. The existence that can bewitch human prophets must be very powerful. Sorian has made up his mind that if there is anything abnormal, he will immediately knock the abnormal human to the ground.

As Grimnir can attest, he's good at it.

Lightning flashed in the distant sky and thunder caused ripples on the sea.

The seagulls cried out in panic, taking shelter from the sudden falling rain.

The ship began to tilt, and Sorian had to grab onto objects around him to stabilize himself, but nothing could withstand the dwarf's strength and weight. His handrails were broken in the violent shaking, and the dwarf rolled on the deck like a ball and was almost carried into the sea by inertia.

If that were the case, the ending would be a happy one for everyone, from another perspective.

The dwarf cursed and shouted, seeking help from the sailors, but all he got were pairs of cold, numb and lifeless eyes.

The chill in his heart made the dwarf realize that this was indeed a conspiracy, and that even the storm was abnormal.

It was as if the ocean had transformed into a sea monster, constantly rising and falling, trying to push the tiny ship away.

Fortunately it did not, although the ship was rocking.

Sorian shouted Eugen's name, hoping to get help from his companions.

Eugen was thinking hard, and there seemed to be a familiar cry in the sloppy wind.

He could feel a sense of urgency and could sense a looming crisis, but he was unable to move.

The constant whispering made him like a puppet. When a huge wave hit him, he subconsciously took two steps back to avoid the impact. This avoidance was also not done willingly. He wanted to use the water flow to sober up.

Eugen was tormented by an unbearable sleepiness. He knew that he must not sleep at this time, but there was nothing at hand to refresh him. Even if there was, he probably didn't have the strength to put it into his mouth.

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Eugen thought he heard a sound again from somewhere in the darkness. He wanted to move closer to the windowsill and listen carefully, but he couldn't. He was like a dying patient, completely unable to control himself.

With his half-opened eyes he tried hard to discern everything under the dark clouds, and then he realized that he was on the boat. Everything before seemed like a dream, and the unbearable fatigue confused the dream and reality. He couldn't be sure if he was still dreaming at this time.

Eugen wanted to bite his lips to wake himself up, but his hard teeth lost their strength when they touched softness.

The sailors seemed to have a somewhat sinister appearance, but he couldn't be sure, as he was not familiar with the locals.

He wanted to ask a question, but what came out in the end was just a groan like a sick person.

"Disperse it!" Lynch shouted an order to the mage, but the mage, who was suffering from seasickness, gave a decisive response.

“I can’t do it now!”

Well, in the end it is up to Lynch to try to solve the mystery of the storm. Perhaps he should ignite the clouds with fire. The current magical tide can support him to do so.

But this would waste a lot of energy and would not be as easy as a wizard casting a spell.

Screams surrounded Eugen, they were very faint, as if he didn't want anyone to hear them.

When the humid sea breeze brought the fishy smell, Eugen suddenly woke up from a dream and noticed the smell of blood.

A voice told him that this was not the case. What was in the wind was not blood, but the fragrance of a young girl.

The strange thing was that in the next moment, Eugen smelled an ambiguous fragrance as if by illusion, and it lingered for a long time. The bloodiness before seemed like an illusion.

An axe almost passed by Eugen's hair. The death that was so close suddenly awakened the oracle. He gasped like a live fish that had been brought ashore, and looked in the direction where the axe came from with his eyes wide open in fear.

He saw a group of sailors doing indecent things to the planks and to each other. The tangle had escalated into mutual abuse, and at the end of the chaotic crowd was a dwarf trying to stabilize himself.

(End of this chapter)