Chapter 346 Changes in War

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On the rough sea surface, the wind howled and the rain poured down.

Big raindrops fell in an extremely arrogant manner.

Then he was swallowed by the raging waves...

The rainwater just merged into the sea without leaving any trace.

Thunderclap——Thunder bang————

Deafening thunder sounded one after another.

Continuous streaks of lightning burst into instant fireworks between the sea of ​​clouds.

They look like trees full of branches. They also look like rivers with hundreds of branches.

The bottom end is connected to the sea level, and the thin branches penetrate into the clouds.

These lightning bolts are different from rain.

The rainwater was swept into the sea, showing no waves.

But these lightning bolts fell into the sea.

It's like a huge bomb.

It set off a towering water column that eclipsed the waves in front of it.

It is conceivable that if these lightnings fall on land, buildings, especially fortifications.

What destructive effects will it cause?

Snap——

It seemed like there was a sound of the air exploding.

But in this storm, it is the same as the raindrops melting into the sea water as written above.

Can't make any waves.

What's more, the lightning and thunder in the sky here are continuous and deafening.

Thanks to the near-constant lightning.

The flashing light is like a stage flashlight, lighting up this invisible world.

In a slide-like screen.

A black shadow quietly appeared under the often flickering sky.

Look closer.

It was a young man wearing a torn wizard robe and riding a black broom.

At this time, he did not have the vigor and vitality of a young man.

Instead, he looks like a migrant worker who works overtime for several days.

His face was haggard, and his clothes and hair clung to his body, like a drowned rat.

Let the cold rain hit his face randomly.

As a wizard, it is also an Auror profession that only the best adult wizards can work.

In the face of this kind of weather, you can maintain a decent appearance by just waving your hands.

After all, drainage spells and drying spells are things that low-level wizards can master.

But he didn't.

Maybe I don't dare, maybe I can't.

He suppressed his aura tightly, and used all his strength that he had never tried to lock the magic wave connected with the broomstick from leaking out.

In short, he was flying in the sky with the help of magic.

Try to reduce the presence of magic.

crackling——

Lightning seemed to pass not far above his head.

Maybe it's the remaining electricity, maybe it's the water vapor whistling under your feet.

A creepy feeling surged into the wizard's heart.

No, we can’t lower the altitude anymore...

Monday, yes, the wizard calls himself Monday.

Because in the unbreakable oath he promised to that adult.

He needs to abandon his past and move on with a new identity.

That was the adult I met on Monday, so I...

Since the previous name has been discarded, how can calling oneself be Monday be considered rash?

Anyway, your work cannot be seen in the light...

It can be said that he was ordered to do so at a critical moment.

Pictures from the past suddenly appeared in my mind.

Then a flash of lightning awoke his wandering spirit.

It seems that I am almost reaching my limit.

After all, he only escaped from the siege after a fierce battle...

On the sea, even during the day, in unfamiliar waters, facing the vast sea and the endless sky, you will be confused about where you are.

Not to mention being in the dark.

There are dense power grids in the sky. With my level of magic, fighting against nature is tantamount to seeking death.

And below, because the sea swallowed up all the light.

I can only occasionally detect the position of the sea surface with the help of reflections.

As for the huge waves crashing in the dark.

You are powerless yourself.

If the flight altitude is too low, a huge wave will sweep you into the sea.

That was really a prayer for Merlin to make him lose consciousness quickly.

Probably he was thinking of Merlin in his heart.

On Monday, I suddenly caught a glimpse of an island in the distance.

Is it really an island?

I felt a little dazed on Monday.

It is said that when a person is dying, he will see the thing he longed for most before death.

On Monday, I touched my face and wiped the rain off my face.

At this moment, a bolt of lightning fell on the top of the island, cutting off part of the island's height.

Although the rain has taken over his face, a smile has appeared on the face that was filled with death before.

Really an island!

What a blessing!

Monday turned the broom around without hesitation and sped towards the island.

I need time to rest and a place to sort out the messy magic power in my body.

Besides, it had only been 4 hours since I escaped.

In other words, four hours ago, this place had not been lost.

At that time, I could use Apparition, but no, I could no longer use Apparition.

He can only use the door key to return to the place arranged by the adult...

The risk of using Apparition continuously before has left me with scars all over my body, even after so long.

He could feel his left leg trying to return to its previous position.

puff--

There was an air leaking sound as a heavy object sank into the sphere.

That's because Monday worked its magic and turned hard rock into squishy rubber.

In addition, he has other means of his own.
To be continued...