Chapter 50 Mora's "Conspiracy"

Everyone worked hard. In the face of seastorms, human beings are no stronger than a fragile piece of paper.

The mage almost ignores the output of mana that hurts the body. Some mages even go to the bow to use the mana to attract wind and water to control the ship, hoping that the speed of the ship can be faster.

The warriors have gone down to the cabin to replace the ordinary people with sliding oars, and the speed has reached an unprecedented speed. But looking at the charts hanging over their heads, these people are even more panicked, because the red area is always half faster than the fleet.

Those cargo ships and other things have long been abandoned, but despair still devoured everyone unconsciously.

Finally, another huge wave suddenly surged in. It happened that several mages were exhausted and didn't have time to recover. The ship was thrown high and fell down.

"Boom-"

"Crack, crack..."

Although the ship wood is made of extremely hard sea god wood, it is still as fragile as a childish woman who has been humiliated in front of such a huge force of heaven and earth. In addition to crying, she still cries.

The sound of the rupture of the hull was conveyed to everyone's ears. At this moment, no one could help but stop their efforts and widened their eyes to see if the ship was broken or not.

The wind and waves did not stop, but no one responded. The hull continued to moan, as if it would suddenly fall off the next moment, but these people who seemed to walk on the cliff waited for a long time without waiting for the hull to break.

But this feeling has always existed. Everyone's heart is as if a mouthful of phlegm is blocked in the mulberry eyes. It can't be swallowed or spit out. The pain is not easy to express, and they can only struggle to death.

Just when everyone was panicked and overwhelmed, the waves suddenly stopped - extremely strangely stopped. The only three large ships made of Nepto wood intermittently made a "squeak" sound, and the blood-red sea around surrounded the ship. The weird and frightening scene of not daring to speak made the noble mages and humble boatmen stiffen their bodies.

There has never been a moment when they are so close to death, and they may die forever.

"Squeak..." The hull continues to make a toothy sound, but compared with this ship that seems to be able to disperse at any time, people's minds are more focused on this strange scene - it seems that this is a sea storm, but why is he so weird and horrible, as if he has life?!

Life?! Many mages suddenly thought of this, and then they habitually speculated some conclusions in their minds - that was a conclusion they did not want to believe and could not afford, but at this moment, whether they were happy or not, they had to face this conclusion.

That is, the prediction of the original tsunami is just a trick of this living sea storm!

So many mages are gathered together, and their skills are already equivalent to a collection of the wisdom and strength of several big 1 mages, and they can't even infer the correct conclusion! You should know that the Big 1 mage has gradually been separated from the living state of human beings and is relatively close to spiritual life. That is to say, if a big 1 mage is willing, he can almost be called a "demigod" existence, which is a noble existence that kings of an ordinary country must treat with courtesy.

But such a force can't detect the existence of this sea storm, so what kind of horror should this sea storm be?

Sea riot! Sea storm! Sea storm!

Suddenly, a mage broke the silence, "What about the first prophet who predicted that it was a sea storm?"

When they said this, everyone remembered that there was an extremely divine believer here. Since he could predict that it was a sea storm at the beginning, then, at least he was better than all these mages combined in wisdom!

In this situation, his existence suddenly brings some hope to everyone, and no matter whether this hope is big or not, people who have hope will struggle and will not give up.

"He got on the boat with us and should be here." Someone whispered the words, which was quickly rumored in the world, but everyone lowered their voices and dared not speak loudly for fear of alarming the sudden and somehow stopped sea storm.

"Miss Zhen Ni is very familiar with that person. Where is Miss Zhen Ni? Let Miss Zhenni go and invite him to save us!" Someone remembers this.

"Zhen Ni? Miss Zhen Ni?" People looked around but found that Zhen Ni was missing!!

These people were immediately scared to death, especially those crew members who belonged to the sea gang. If Zhen Ni disappeared on this sea route, they would not be better. Was Zhenni blown into the sea just now?

"Don't panic! I just saw Miss Zhen Ni go to the cabin. She may have invited the Prophet!"

Everyone calmed down for the time being, but their eyes focused on the exit of the cabin, anxiously waiting for the appearance of the strange prophet and Zhen Ni.

Finally, there was a continuous creak from the silent sea, which was the sound made when the door of the cabin was opened. Everyone's eyes stared closely there.

Mora, dressed in white, came out, and her long hair, which had not been repaired for a long time, naturally floated on her shoulders. This time, he wore the whitest robe from the inside to the outside, and the outside hung on his chest with virtue. Holding the ordinary-looking but noble-like staff in his hand.

The white face is getting brighter in this gray sky, bloody sea and dazzling black ship, as if there is light shining on him. At this moment, the mage who doesn't put the gods in his heart can't help admit that in this world, they are still very weak, far from being able to disrespect the gods. .

Mora walked up the deck with a cane and stood on the observation platform. Looking at the gray sky and the blood-red sea, she did not speak immediately. Another person quietly followed Mora - the one they suddenly couldn't find Zhen Ni.

Moura hadn't spoken yet. Suddenly, someone shouted:

"Gentlemen! Listen to me!"

The sound immediately attracted everyone's attention on the silent sea. Mora also turned her head slightly and looked back and ignored the man. Although she saw at a glance that the man was fascinated by darkness and blood at this time, Mora did not stop anything for the following plot.

Zhen Ni didn't know what Mora was thinking. She also turned her eyes to the voice, and then found that the speaker was actually Tefira!

"Gentlemen! Don't believe that liar! He is a deceitful demon! The god he serves must be from the deepest demon king of hell!"

This immediately caused an uproar. While everyone was waiting for the redemption of the prophet, someone suddenly jumped out and said that the savior was played by a demon. Such a joke was not casual.

However, no one else reacted except for the person who shouted. Because of things involving gods, even if they are capable, they are unwilling to intervene easily, which often turns their lives into scum - although they are in danger of becoming scum now, no one is habitual to speak and is waiting for the following development.

Mora didn't say anything or even look at him. He just looked at the sea as if there was someone there.

"Your distinguished mages and brave warriors, we have lived at the seaside for a long time, and even many of you have grown up at the seaside. Will our experience of living in the sea in the sea not be as good as that of a god from a distant plain?"

Tefira's voice echoed on the sea, "This man has always been saying that he is a believer of God the Father, but we all know that God the Father who created heaven and earth has not had miracles on the earth for hundreds of years. How can he be a believer of God the Father for hundreds of years? So he said panic! A lying god must not belong to the righteous camp. He must be a messenger from the dark hell, with a good skin outside. In order to devour our lives and property and even our families!"

Moura still didn't look back, but Zhen Ni was angry and wanted to argue, but looking at Mora's plain face without any expression, she immediately endured and said nothing, just watching how Tefira said.

"Your distinguished mages," this immediately left a very good image for those extremely embarrassed mages who performed in this disaster. For these mages, their dignity is second only to magic.

Now, all mages are powerless in the face of natural disasters. Although this is not their mistake, suddenly a divine believer who is not valued or even despised by the mages shows more powerful than all mages. Although this also saved the lives of these mages, In their hearts, they actually feel much more grateful to Mora than to Mora.

"You are most clear about the matter between the mage and the gods. Do you believe that such a minor child will have more power than the power of four or five big 1 mages united by noble mages?" Tefira continued to work on the mages.

"In addition, although we have not seen the seastorm with our own eyes, no matter how horrible the sea storm is, it is the anger of the great sea god, but it is the anger of the sea god. How can the sea storm itself be so strange, as if there is life? Have you ever heard of such a thing? Although Tefira was blinded by the darkness, he actually said these very logical words very clearly at this time.

"So!" Tefira suddenly turned around, pointed to Mora, and shouted, "All this is this man's conspiracy!"

Morah still has nothing to say, as if the person who shouted has nothing to do with him.

At this time, the sea has also calmed down, but it is completely calm, as if it were a mirror-like blood-colored sea without any fluctuation, which is definitely more horrible than any ghost.

The whole sea fleet did not make any sound, and even the squeaky moans of the ship had disappeared. Only Tefira exposed Morra's "conspiracy" somewhere.