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At the port of Tal Anlek, the express ship is ready.

Apart from the female ratman who had become completely accustomed to the place and was reluctant to leave, Mousse and Windlow were the only two people on the boat.

Izexi, who originally belonged to the same camp, has become extremely unfamiliar at this moment. Perhaps this is her true face. She will always be the best spy in the Phoenix Court.

The destination of this express ship is obvious, which is to sail to the city of Lothern.

There isn't even any elven crew on it, it only needs to provide magic power to the magic-powered engine to sail.

This is the most basic Hongmen Banquet. Not to mention Windlow, even Mousse can see it.

If they really arrived at the city of Lothern, the ending that awaited them would definitely not be a good one.

After all, in many things, dark elves are even easier to talk to than high elves.

The two had no choice but to board the boat, but after seeing Izexi's arrival, Windlow had already made all the plans for the future.

He pointed to the highest point of the city of Tal Anlek, and then looked at Izeshi.

"If the three of us all go to Lothern, who will control this city?"

This is true, Izexi also knows very well that this is an open conspiracy.

If all three of them left, the only person left here would be the sorceress Featheryn.

She is a spy sent by the Witch King Malekith. She will definitely take over such a place completely while they are away and successfully make it the Witch King's territory.

This is fatal to Izehi.

The reason why Windlow was summoned away by holding the Hongmen Banquet was essentially because they were afraid that the Kingdom of Nagarythe would completely fall into the arms of the dark elves.

If I leave now, Feslin should not be underestimated. I'm afraid it won't be long before she can gain a foothold here, and finally the Kingdom of Nagarythe will fall to the dark elves.

"Tsk."

All the complaints and grumbles finally turned into a helpless gasp, which came out of Izexi's mouth.

The magician of Hoss was aware that he had no choice, so he retracted his right foot that was about to step toward the ship and waved to Windlow and Mousse.

"Let's part ways in peace. Goodbye."

This is true. Izehi has no choice but to represent the forces of the high elves and continue to stay in the Kingdom of Nagarythe, fighting with Featheryn to maintain the neutrality of this kingdom.

As for Windlow and Mousse, after giving almost everything, they also got their own rewards.

"We are free."

Freedom is not an empty promise, but it means taking your destiny firmly into your own hands.

The two were not completely penniless, as they at least had an express ship of the high elves.

All it takes is a simple sail setting to safely float back to the old world.

As for how to develop after going to the Old World, even Windlow had no idea.

Politics is something that only families and nobles can handle. It is indeed a very naive idea for an ordinary businessman to want to get involved in power.

Without a family background and aristocratic status, he could only return to the life he was most familiar with, which was business.

The sea is calm under the starry sky, and the quiet starlight is sprinkled on the ship.

A slight smell of the sea wafted around the ship.

The unicorn who lived in the lowest part of the cabin couldn't sleep at night.

During the long time since it came to the Osuan Islands, its rhythm has almost been to wake up and sleep, sleep and eat, and eat and sleep again.

Food and safety have been met, but the daily routine has not been adjusted.

He did not sleep in the middle of the night, but squatted on the ground, chewing various kinds of hay to pass the time.

Until it heard the sound of heavy objects falling or even colliding.

What was going on? The unicorn was puzzled, but it still remembered the shipwreck it had encountered long ago. The slightest shaking of the ship would alert it.

He stood up immediately and chewed the hay in his mouth again.

No, something is wrong.

Just as it expected, the entire hull suddenly erupted with a strong vibration.

From top to bottom, the ship seemed to be directly hit by the high waves. The hull sank into the sea for a few points and then floated up again.

Waves, absolutely waves. I hope the elf ship works. I hope the elf ship is sturdy.

The unicorn's prayer had just ended when violent shaking came from above the hull again.

The ship seemed to have entered a stormy sea, with wave after wave hitting it head-on.

Each wave hit the left and right sides of the ship, causing the express ship to sway regularly from side to side, with the arc becoming larger and larger.

The frightened unicorn immediately ran to the window, but it was completely locked. To open it, it would need the hands of a human or an elf.

It only had a pair of hooves, and there was no way it could open the locked window and see what was going on outside.

If you go onto the deck directly without seeing the situation outside clearly, you might be thrown into the sea by the shaking of the ship, and you would be dead.

It can only stick out its tongue. It remembers how humans open the lock, so it depends on whether its tongue is flexible enough.

The shaking of the ship continued, from the initial side-to-side shaking to the front-to-back shaking, accompanied by ups and downs.

This was not good news. Even the unicorn, who had no knowledge of navigation, was aware of the current situation of the ship.

The ship would sway from side to side as before only when waves hit from the side, but now it was swaying back and forth with obvious ups and downs, which meant the situation was very dangerous.

That means the ship has sailed into the storm area.

The advancing ship will move forward on the constantly incoming waves, creating an undulating effect.

The unicorn was so scared that he was sweating all over, but the two men didn't move at all. Could it be that they had already started to deal with the disaster?

They could swim if they fell into the water, but it was a unicorn and couldn't swim at all. It would surely die if it fell into the water.

The originally flexible tongue began to tremble with fear, but it still continued to unlock the lock. It was almost there, already almost there.

Similarly, the shaking of the ship also accelerated. In just one second, it was thrown up by the waves three times in a row, and then fell heavily on the sea surface.

The pace was getting faster and faster, and the unicorn could even hear the signs that the wooden planks of the ship were about to be torn apart.

Finally, after trying my best, I successfully opened the window lock even though my tongue was almost spasming.

I pushed it open suddenly and the sea outside was calm.