Heimarian Odyssey

A strange ship was moored at Zeckton Port today.

The floating ship whose keel was thirty meters away fell from a high altitude. The magician at the helm was experienced in technology, and no extra splash of water splashed.

Only newcomers will be new to this magic ship that has fallen from the sky, and the residents who have lived in the Port of Zekton for generations have long been surprised.

Almost every two or three years, such a ship will appear, but this year, it appears a little more frequently, this is already the fourth ship.

On the deck, the gray-robed formal magician was gathering the magic apprentices on the ship, "Today I will rest here for a day to recharge the floating ship!"

The old gray robe's voice was not loud, but it passed into everyone's ears accurately and clearly.

"Someone will arrange accommodation for you in the port below. Then, get out of the boat!" The old man in gray robe pointed his arm, "Bang!" The crossbar on the boat had reached the shore.

It is vaguely visible that a lot of sailors gathered under the boat, they were pulling the knot rope, and docked the floating boat firmly on the shore.

Locke has been on the ship for five days. The rapid high-altitude flight caused many weak magicians to suffer from seasickness. At the moment when the floating ship finally docked on the shore, many anxious magic apprentices have already rushed Get off the bow and vomit on the shore.

"Let's go too!" Locke shouted at Angelina and Danny. With Locke's physical fitness, if seasickness was not committed by a magic apprentice, he didn't know that there would be such sequelae in a floating boat.

Angelina's physical quality is not bad. As a princess, she did not know how many high-end Warcraft ingredients she ate since childhood. The blessing effect of the Warcraft blood on her body is not much worse than that of entry-level servants.

Danny helped her escape the disaster because of her identity as a water elemental magician.

Water magicians, plant magicians, and light magicians are the most mainstream healing magicians. Daini only needs to apply a simple hydration to herself every day to help her get rid of the pain of seasickness.

"Yes!" Angelina took Dani's arm and planned to walk in a line. Even for five days, Angelina, who was most able to bear the temperament of learning, could not help feeling bored. Kirton Port is located on the eastern coast of the Omor Empire, and she has not been here yet.

As Locke prepared to follow Angelina's footsteps to disembark, a voice from the official magician made him stop.

"That high-level servant boy, come here!" The old gray robe waved at Locke.

When Locke walked over inexplicably, the old man even squeezed a smile on Locke, "You are the knight who came on board with Pabrina, yes, the figure is stiff!" 'S arm patted Locke's breastplate.

Apparently a magician, but the strength given to Locke is not much worse than that of a knight of the same level. Locke endured the chest to be knocked out by the old man, and asked, "Adult, what are you doing?"

"Oh! There is something that needs your help!" The old man smiled, and Locke's heart was not in his smile.

"Do you know what is below?" The old man in gray robe paused the deck with a magic wand. Locke knew he was referring to those Warcraft creatures on the ground floor.

"Well." Locke nodded.

"These World of Warcraft cannot be seen by ordinary people, and the high-level knights of Zeckton Harbor have been transferred by the order of the knight palace." The old man first said a few words.

"So, in order to prevent them from starving to death, a courageous and powerful young man is needed to feed them once a day!" Tu Qiang, an old man in gray robe saw, squinting at Locke with a satisfied look, as if Locke He has agreed to his request in general.

"This..." Locke's neck twitched, and the Warcraft creature below the deck approached two hundred heads, leaving him responsible for the feeding of so many creatures. He must not be exhausted, and still every day?

Not to mention that there is also a quasi-order Warcraft, seven or eight ruthless characters of the advanced Warcraft, Locke thinks that his life is too long, he will only promise him.

It was in Locke’s language that he was about to move out of Master Shizu, and when he rejected the old gray robe, the old gray robe said something unexpected.

"The formal magician of Babrina also agreed with my idea." The old man still squinted and smiled, and Locke wanted to punch the old man.

"All right," Locke promised weakly. The decision of two formal magicians, how could his little knight servant refuse.

"This is the key to open the basement and the magic stones to open the cages." After that, the gray robe mage floated to the fourth floor of the floating ship, without saying a word to Lockdor.

Locke, who had watched the gray robe master leave, waited for the formal magician to enter the room, and then despondently followed Angelina's pace.

"Is the adult of the formal magician level looking for you?" Angelina cast Locke a curious look.

"It's nothing." Locke shook his head, feeding Warcraft was not a glorious thing, and Locke didn't want Angelina to worry about him, but this was the task that Shizu also agreed to.

"Let's go, let's go to Zeckton Port!" Locke sorted out his emotions and said to Angelina and Dani with a smile.

He has performed many tasks before, but the farthest distance is in the central and eastern regions of the Omor Empire. This is located in the extreme east of the coast. Locke is also the first to come.

"I really didn't expect such a long journey, and five days would arrive." Locke sighed. He studied the map of the Omor empire, which was vast and occupied almost three-fifths of the Omor empire on the continent of Misia, from the imperial capital to the east. Coastal, even riding around the clock, also takes four months.

How could you think that it would arrive in five days.

The port of Zeckton gave Locke and others a feeling that was completely different from Princeton, and was also very different from other main cities in the province of Omor.

The fresh and energetic Port of Zekton, compared with the solemnity of Princeton, Locke prefers to live in this kind of place.

The sailors on the shore were shouting horns, pulling the pontoon with thick ropes, and flying in the sky a few hours ago, at this time they were moored quietly on the sea.

In addition to the floating ships that stand out from the crowd, there are also fishing boats and commercial ships of different models entering and leaving the port from time to time. One tax officer in a black hat and one in high hat is registering each ship.

On the road a little inside, there are countless stalls and hawkers sitting on the floor, introducing their goods to passers-by, mainly seafood and fish.

It's booming.