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Chapter 210 "The storm is coming"

Not to mention the frightened Talos, Qiao Yang only briefly talked about this old friend and stopped paying attention to it. There are more important things now, such as going to the Seventh Storm Temple to eat. Extremely homeless.

At this moment, the Blood Sea fleet was running thousands of miles, reaching its destination in just half a day at full speed.

A port city emerged on the coast, magnificent and majestic, with countless ships docked at the docks and conducting commercial activities.

A large number of coolies carried heavy boxes, which contained either expensive spices or some rare goodies, which were very popular among the nobles.

These coolies are like little ants, neatly organized and connected into a line. From a distance, they melt into fluttering ribbons, leaping with vitality.

This is the sea city under the control of the Seventh Storm Temple - Estom, which means the eye of the storm. It ranks high among the powers of the temple. Not to mention being among the best, it is also a very powerful stronghold.

There is no other reason than that this is the sphere of influence of the Temple of Storms, and their main god is the powerful Talos.

All those who make a living on the sea have a sense of awe for the god who controls the storm, and as a result, they also respect the Temple of Storms.

Although everyone knows that believers in the God of Storms are all lunatics who draw swords against them if they disagree, but the Temple of Storms does have money if they can't stand it.

After years of development, any city controlled by the Temple of Storms has become a rich trading zone, and everyone will abide by the default rules here.

It sounds ridiculous, right, but here, the members of the Temple of Storms can disobey it, but they, as outsiders, cannot.

In addition, because the followers of the Storm God are widely distributed, you can see groups of different races communicating with each other in Estom, and a stable order emerges from the chaos.

As the Blood Sea Fleet approached, the full picture of Estom was also displayed in front of Qiao Yang and his party.

A strong sahuagin led a Storm Guard reserve team to patrol the dock. Their average strength was not as high as the regular team, but it was still around level three, and the murloc at the front was even level four. It's enough to make some restless guys calm down.

Although most believers of the Storm God tend to be chaotic, they do not want to see chaos within their own sphere of influence. Even if it is just to establish an order to restrain outsiders, it is essential.

Of course, there are not many things that this reserve team needs to be responsible for. They only need to chop the troublemakers into pieces to maintain the authority of the Temple of Storms.

Located in the center of Estom is a tall temple, the main body is white, mixed with some blue and green, and is covered with gorgeous gems, which refracts dazzling brilliance under the sunlight.

But what is more shocking than the temple is the statue of Talos, which stands in the square of the temple. It is about a hundred feet high and is made of silver-white mithril.

But don't get me wrong, even a wealthy people like the Temple of Storms can't completely cast a statue of this size out of mithril, it's just wrapped in the outermost layer.

But even so, this statue also consumed tons of mithril. Almost every spellcaster has a dream, which is to rob the Seventh Storm Temple. You know, mithril is priced in terms of gram weight. Yes, it shows Estrom's wealth.

But, they will soon lose their strength, because at this time, a greedy and tyrannical demon king has set his sights on this place. The one who focuses on you is mine, and what is mine is still mine!

"It's such a charming city. When I think about it being destroyed immediately, even for the enemy, I feel extremely sad."

Qiao Yang stood at the bow of the ship, flanked by Sisonia and Tina, followed by two figures of legendary powerhouses. He remained calm and looked like an ordinary person.

When everyone heard Qiao Yang's emotion, the corners of their eyes couldn't help but twitch a few times. Listen, are you speaking human language?

You gave the order and you took the lead in the plan. Now the cat is crying over the mouse. Isn't this a bit inappropriate?

Of course, these words can only be complained a little in the mind, and everyone just listens to them in amusement and does not take them seriously at all. It is probably because of intermittent illness that they have long been used to it.

The captain is not the kind of hypocrite who pretends to be benevolent and righteous. On the contrary, Qiao Yang is a complete devil. Even the real devil crew members admit this and admire him from the bottom of their hearts.

Grandma, how can humans be more cruel and ruthless than real demons? They didn't understand it, but they were shocked.

What's interesting is that the demon crew members basically prepared a small notebook to record Qiao Yang's words and deeds, as well as the summary after each action.

Strive to become as bad as the great captain, and take it as a guide. Take it out and read it when you have nothing to do, and study it in depth.

In fact, Luden, the historian on the ship, is the main person in recording the fleet's memorabilia, but with the behavior of the demon crew, his job has become much easier. Sometimes he has to consult with these ferocious-looking guys, This is outrageous.

"Aurelia is preparing the forbidden spell, and Nekel is responsible for covering up the fluctuations. As guests, it's nothing if we don't bring gifts to the host."

"As you command!"

Both casters are legends. Not only do they do this easily, they also do it with ease.

The crew members have already imagined what this beautiful city will look like if several consecutive curses are cast. In this world where personal power reaches its extreme, it is not difficult for one person to destroy a city.

"The others are ready to fight, but before that, we can watch a fireworks show. I believe the Temple of Storms will like it."

"Your will!"

Qiao Yang said the cruelest words in the calmest tone. In fact, most of the people in Estom are not members of the Temple of Storms. They are just businessmen who come to do business, or adventurers who come to make a living, and more Or an ordinary person without any power.

If the forbidden curse comes, perhaps only the fourth-level and above extraordinary people will have a chance to survive. As for everyone else, one by one, they will basically die in the first round of attack, and no ashes will be left.

But what does this have to do with him? He doesn't care!

People always change. Maybe Qiao Yang was not such a cruel person at the beginning, but he didn't want to lose the things he cared about because of his kindness and concerns.

This care can be a person, an object, or even a grain of sand. He thinks that he cannot be a saint who saves the world, but he can be a devil who destroys the world. This is what he is better at.

There is never really right or wrong in this world, it's just different positions. If there are any problems with other people in Estom, it can only be because they are too unlucky.

If his crew may suffer irreparable losses because of consideration for these innocent people, then he will not choose to stop, but will eliminate this possibility at the root!

As a king, you should not look forward and backward for temporary gains and losses. Standing in your own position, today's action is absolutely correct.

The preparation time for the forbidden spell was not short. The main ones were Oria and Nieker, but other spell casters were also idle. Various blessings were thrown out for free, making the two of them even more powerful.

No one noticed that there was a small fleet of ships staying near Estom, and even those who noticed it occasionally did not pay too much attention. With the blessing of the protective circle, the beings under the high-level legend could not see what was inside. Any case.

At some point, the waves suddenly calmed down, and the sea breeze flowing in the air quietly disappeared. The weather was exceptionally clear, and it was a good day for ocean trading.

Everyone is immersed in their own affairs. The port is in full swing, with tens of thousands of tons of cargo constantly being handled, generously demonstrating the wealth here.

No one noticed that the chirping of birds that had been everywhere was gone, and the restless snakes, rats, mosquitoes in the slums were no longer restless, and the small animals suddenly froze in place. Anyone who was familiar with animal emotions would feel a deep despair from it.

Countless negative emotions overflowed, then gathered towards Qiao Yang, and then sank into his body, and a new realm was taking shape.

This field is very similar to the field of despair mastered by Fu, but it is completely different in nature. Beyond despair, there is something even more terrifying.

At this moment, the old legendary strong man in the Temple of Storms suddenly opened his eyes. His energy and blood had long declined. As a fighter profession, even a legend can only have a life of at most three to five hundred years, and he has already lived. It has been more than four hundred years, and tomorrow will be his five hundredth year.

The old legend knew that his end was coming, and he had dedicated his whole life to the God of Storms and the Temple of Storms. However, due to lack of talent, even with more than one divine gift, he could not reach the next level. You can only live in poverty for a lifetime at the pinnacle of the legendary realm.

His eyes are extremely cloudy, and everything he sees is blurry. Although he is in the realm of top legends, what he can really perform is only three or four times out of ten. Even the two little guys in the temple are no match for him, but he has more experience. Rich.

But the saying that people become monsters with old age is very suitable for the old legend. He has experienced a lifetime of ups and downs, and has seen all kinds of storms. He has been away for half his life and came back in his twilight years.

His only wish is to cultivate a few more new generations for the Temple of Storms. Even if he only makes a small contribution, his life will be considered complete.

However, for some reason, Old Legend always felt that a disaster was imminent, but even though he stimulated his perception to the maximum, he still could not find the source of the crisis.

His intuition told him that something was going to happen to the Seventh Storm Temple, which he had been fighting for all his life. It would not be a small storm, but a huge disaster.

The old legend hesitated for a moment, raised his hand tremblingly, and pinched a communication spell. This is the most basic magical spell in the Temple of Storms. No matter what profession you are in, as long as you believe in the God of Storms, you can use it three times a day after praying. Ignores distance and is quite efficient.

Soon, two energetic figures arrived inside the temple. After seeing the old legend, they bowed respectfully and said:

"teacher!"

These two are both new legends from the Temple of Storms. They have one thing in common. They are both orphans adopted by old legends. Although they call themselves teachers, they are actually no different from their fathers, and they even respect them more.

If you are born without nourishment, your fingers will be cut off as a reward.

They are born and raised, and they can be repaid by beheading them.

There is no reward for being raised before being born!

For the two of them, the old legend could not repay their kindness even after several reincarnations, so even though his strength has far surpassed him, the respect in their hearts has not diminished at all, and it has become deeper and deeper as time goes by.

So after receiving the summons, they immediately came to the old legend as quickly as possible.

"Your body can't hold it anymore. Next time if something happens, just ask the priest to tell us directly. The magic will only increase your damage."

Lyle raised his head and subconsciously said that although the communication technique was only the most basic divine technique, it still consumed a certain amount of energy, which he couldn't accept.

"Yes, Lyle and I have found some ways to extend life. We... don't want you to leave."

Lal was not as impatient as his brother, but he couldn't help but say a few more words about "father's" health.

"Oh, my health is not as bad as you think. At least it won't be a problem for me to survive for a few more years. Do you really think that my God's blessing is so unbearable?"

Old Legend raised his palm. Although his old, dehydrated hand was rough, it was still so warm.

The two brothers were not dissatisfied at all, they just hoped that this kind of warmth could last longer.

"What's the reason you called us here?"

Wen Nun didn't last long. As new legends, they had a lot to deal with.

When it came to business, the old legend's face returned to seriousness, and he spoke as fast as possible:

"Contact High Priest Khalifa. I have something important to tell him. It is related to the survival of the Temple of Storms. I have sensed a crisis that is about to sweep across this sea area."

"What! Okay, I'll contact the high priest and Mr. Valier right away!"

Lyle was a straight-tempered person and had no doubts about the old legend's words. He used more advanced magic to convey the message to Khalifa.

At the next moment, his young face suddenly darkened, because neither the high priest nor Valier had any reply, and the news was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any waves.

The old legend's expression dimmed. Although he no longer felt any danger at this time, Lyle's expression could already prove many problems. Something happened to Khalifa and the others. This was a premeditated attack.

"Teacher~"

Lar's mind was quick and he immediately saw that things seemed to be developing towards an irreversible point.

The old legend's turbid eyes suddenly lit up, his rickety body straightened suddenly, and a tyrannical aura surged out of his body.

"It doesn't matter. The enemy should still need some time to prepare and activate faith defense. No matter what, the great Lord of Storms is with us!"

"But……"

The two brothers anxiously wanted to stop the old legend who forcibly restored his fighting power.

"No but! Execute the order!"

Seeing that their "father" was angry, Lyle and Lal looked at each other, suppressed the grief in their hearts, and said:

"Yes!!"

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