Chapter 1436 Let’s Go! Set Off! Set Sail Towards Dragon Island!
"Stretch it! Stretch it!"
"Lengthen it a little longer! Narrow it at both ends, yes, tilt it up! Only a streamlined ship shape can ride the wind and waves in the sea!"
"The bottom is sharper! A boat with a pointed bottom 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 ship type, to the detailed structure of the ship, to how not to get rid of the things stored in the space when changing the cabin structure, to how to make the passengers live comfortably in the wind and waves...
"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 Gretel doesn't like eating too sweet... "
Take a trip to the sea, two hundred miles to the northwest, and two hundred miles back. Take off again, fly two hundred miles due north, and fly another two hundred 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 by 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 Servilia 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 too difficult!
Now you are worried about Grete 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 another place in person?
Let's leave this task to other ancient trees, so you don't have to go into battle yourself...
Fortunately, Grete knew the seriousness and refused desperately. Sasilia could only carry the maple tree and slide around the sea a few more times before she could barely teach her how to behave:
"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 reminding:
"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 little 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 ventilate and 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 time.
After half a month of teaching, 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 above, and some are filing up, 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 are very mentally strong, 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..."
"Mother, I know." After a period of adjustment, Anio's height has grown taller and has surpassed the Queen's shoulders. He smiled and held his mother's hand, leaned forward again, 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, and I will be the central coordinator. I will come back immediately after the work is done, 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 clasped his hands behind his back and first told his eldest disciple:
"You have already built a Well of Eternity. It is not difficult for you to build another one. Once you are done, come back quickly. The secrets here in the Great Rift will be more helpful to your advancement."
Byrbo nodded hard. The Lord of Thunder turned his head again and looked at Gretel steadily, and for a moment he didn't know where to start with his instructions.
After pausing for a while, he patted his shoulder:
"Be careful. There is a big secret on Dragon Island. I didn't 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..."
Gretel 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 shook hands 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 smile. The Necromancer's stiff face 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 was here after all!
Five hundred years ago, one thousand years ago, he was the only necromancer who set foot on Elf Island! For this matter, he could go back and blow it for ten days and ten nights, all over the Black Crow Swamp!
What's more, 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 the necromancy spells! He taught it!
"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, watching his senior brother and Archmage Hines board the light green ship, waving goodbye to them, and then walked to the pier on the other side.
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 on the edge of the pier. In the center of the deck, on the high-erected mast, the fierce red sail shone to the eyes.
Grete glanced at his friends one by one, then turned to look at the dock. The small pier was densely packed with friends seeing them off:
The elves headed by Kusa Oak and studying with him in the Magic Academy;
The elves who were healed by him during the battle in the Great Rift;
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 passed in front of them, nodding and shaking hands with them one by one. His pace became slower and slower:
At the end of the farewell procession, Eluni Emmagil, the original mother, stood in the sea breeze and tried her best to smile at him, her eyes already red.
"Mom, I will travel for a while and I will come back." Gretel stepped forward, opened his arms and hugged her tightly:
"Don't worry, with Udian and Servilia here, I will be safe wherever I go on the sea or in the air. Dragon Island is Cerela's hometown, and no one will hurt me there..."
"Don't worry, Mom. Mom always takes care of you." Eluni 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 cuffs, took out a small box from the space bracelet, held it in both hands, and brought it to Eluni:
"Mom, this is the communication tool I made. It is the latest design of the parliament. It can send out signals as long as you press the switch. I have a pair here that can receive signals of the same frequency. When the time comes, you can use it to directly Hear my voice.
It may not be received at any time. On windy and rainy days, thunderstorm days, or when I am blocked in the mountains, I may not be able to hear or receive it clearly. 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 speak to it, and how to replace the magic crystal that provides energy.
Eluni listened blankly until her hands sank and the communication box was stuffed directly into her hands. She subconsciously clenched her fingers tightly, her fingertips turning white a little bit, as if she was holding her child's life:
"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." Gretel promised repeatedly, spread his arms, and gently hugged Eluni in his 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 you can get through the message, I will write to you..."
He stepped back and boarded the ship, stood on the deck, and waved vigorously to the dock. Sacilia had already set off. The branches of the maple boat moved from clinging to the pier to pushing away. The boat turned in one direction and began to move 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, he spread his wings again and flew briskly against the waves:
"Dragon Island! Dragon Island! Let's go to Dragon Island! Let's go! Today's wind direction is really good——"
Gretel had been standing at the side 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 wooden box in his hand still stood firmly on the spot, looking up eagerly——