Volume 2: Funeral Song of Crows Chapter 70: Sea of Mountains
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Sigmons would never have believed that such a thing could happen.
Earlier, the entire fortress's maintenance team received orders from the presiding judge, requiring all personnel, valuable equipment, and documents to be moved out of the southern part of the Mountains of Sorrow within half a day.
The order was very abrupt, extremely firm, and left no room for negotiation.
"What about the things that can't be moved?"
Sigmund asked doubtfully.
Half a day was only enough time to move the enchanting table and some valuable raw materials out, and there might not even be enough time to dismantle more large-scale work equipment. In addition, the enchanting factory assembly line that had just been put on track would also be destroyed.
"Then we can stay here. The key is to evacuate the people and the enchanting table. In addition, we may need to prepare for the purchase and re-arrangement of equipment. Are these things filed with documents?"
The presiding judge simply replied.
Sigmund nodded. The chief judge had given these instructions before.
In response, William nodded:
"That's good. Remember, everyone must evacuate. Don't stay here."
After emphasizing this point seriously, the presiding judge turned around and was about to leave, but Sigmund stopped him.
"Mr. Judge, what is the matter that requires us to evacuate urgently?"
He asked curiously.
The presiding judge slowed down his pace and said:
"There could be a storm coming down here later, and staying here could be life-threatening."
storm?
Sigmunds didn't quite understand what the presiding judge meant.
The Mountains of Sorrow are located inland, and although the environment is harsh, extreme weather rarely occurs.
How could there be a storm here? At most, it would be just a heavy rainstorm, right?
This is what Sigmunds thought at the time.
Then, it turned out that his understanding of reality was still too superficial.
…
Sigmunds was called out by his men from the makeshift tent.
At that time, he was meeting with a group of new enchanters who had arrived from Blacklight City.
It must be said that after dealing so many times with the mages from Thorn City, he originally thought that he could tolerate the arrogance of magic casters.
But after communicating with those enchanters who once belonged to the Star Council, he felt that the mages from Thorn City could simply be described as "humble".
After putting forward the relevant work requirements, Sigmons, who felt the overly depressing atmosphere in the meeting, smiled and added:
"Of course, if you have any questions about the treatment..."
But the representatives of the Serpent Tower Enchanting Association did not even look at Sigmons. They all turned to look at the representative sent by the Thorn City Mage Hall beside Sigmons. The young man in the lead, who was wearing a white robe with the Ring of Magic City logo embroidered on his collar, said:
"No offense, but... is this how you operate here now? Let mortals be in charge of directing the work of magic casters?"
The representative sent by the Thorn City Mage Hall looked at Sigmund upon hearing this, with a very embarrassed expression on his face.
"Excuse me... mortal ?"
The smile on Sigmund's face immediately disappeared, he crossed his fingers and said in a deep voice.
The representative of the Enchanting Association then turned his attention to him.
"Why? Isn't it?"
The other party replied with a look of contempt.
Hearing this, Sigmunds first pointed at himself, then pointed at the other party and said:
"Of course I am a mortal, but what about you who said this?"
The most powerful magic caster in his knowledge, Lord Judge, even called himself a mortal. What qualifications did the man in front of him have to remove himself from the category of mortals?
Do you really think that just because you are a magic caster you are a higher race?
Looking at Sigmons' serious eyes, the other party smiled disdainfully:
"Sorry, I'm not obliged to answer such a stupid question. Also, don't think that you can hire people from the Star Council to help you if you pay enough money. When it comes to magic-related business, according to the custom of the Ring of Law City, you should at least send a magic caster with the same title to negotiate in order to show mutual respect... Where is the 'Chief Judge' who actually hired us?"
As the representative spoke, he seemed to casually display the badge of his master title on his robe.
A gust of wind shook the entire makeshift tent. After the wind died down, Sigmunds spoke:
"I can make the decision on this matter."
The other party shook his head and said:
"No, you can't. We can't accept a contract with a mortal..."
Another gust of wind blew by, and this time the whole tent seemed to be about to be blown apart. Sigmunds seemed to hear the sound of something being blown away outside.
The raindrops hit the tent with a "clatter", and it sounded like someone was pouring water on it with a bucket - Sigmunds had never heard such a loud rainstorm in his life.
The representative raised his hand, and a dark brown magic circle emerged from his hand, then turned into a dark light that spread and merged into the entire tent. The texture of the tent began to show a heavy feeling like rock. The sound of the tent being blown by the wind disappeared, and the sound of the rain became much duller. At this moment, everyone present felt as if they were hiding in a solid cave.
After doing all this, the representative observed the expressions of Sigmons and his group, and said with some complacency:
"So at least let the mysterious boss behind you show himself. He always remotely controls the work of a bunch of third-rate or even non-first-rate people. It's hard not to think that he is just a rich second-rate wizard..."
But before he could finish his words, a large amount of water poured in from the door of the tent, and the representative of Black Light City who was sitting near the door was instantly soaked like a drowned rat.
He was stunned for a few seconds, then slowly wiped the water off his face and said loudly:
"What kind of weather is this?! Are we on a ship bound for Ava Island now?"
As he said this, he spat out the water that flowed down his cheek and into his mouth.
"It's still fucking salty. Are we really at sea now?"
Before he finished speaking, a soaked follower rushed into the tent. He ran to Sigmund and told him about the incredible things happening outside.
"Waves? Storms? Are you sure you're talking about the Mountains of Mourn?"
Sigmund asked, looking at the follower.
The other party just showed an expression that said "You'll understand if you go out and take a look."
So Sigmund stood up and walked out of the tent, looking towards the southern direction of the Mountains of Sorrow.
Then he saw the scene...
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, anyone who told him about it would think it was nonsense.
With the previous fortress as the center, layers of dark clouds covered most of the sky, and the biggest storm he had ever seen in his life was raging under the clouds.
Lightning flashed continuously in the storm, and each time it lit up, it would illuminate a large flock of black crows flying in the storm. In the center of the storm, he seemed to vaguely see a hazy lighthouse.
And under that storm, the entire southern part of the Mountains of Sorrow turned into a dark ocean.
This is not a metaphor or exaggeration, it is a literal ocean.
The original mountains and forests have all disappeared, leaving only an ocean with waves constantly swept by storms.
Logically speaking, if the entire mountain range turned into an ocean, the seawater would wash down directly, completely submerging the towns and tribes below the mountain, and even turning the entire eastern part of the Blackwater Swamp into a vast ocean. However, the hundreds of millions of tons of seawater seemed to be restrained by something and hovered at the edge of the mountain range.
Only when the storm comes will the waves overflow from the ocean and be washed out.
And this is what Sigmunds had previously thought was "heavy rain".
"Seven Holy Spirits above..."
"My stars..."
"Holy Spirit Kane..."
When the people around saw this miraculous scene, they all exclaimed in various ways and prayed to the gods and holy spirits they believed in.
With a "splash", a huge wave was rolled up from the ocean by the storm and hit them.
This wave looks to be tens of meters high. If it hits, the hundreds of people camped will probably be swept away.
Several magic casters raised their spellcasters in a desperate attempt to stop the unparalleled natural (?) force, while the rest either chose to pray in vain or to flee in vain.
And at this critical moment, two figures appeared in front of the huge wave.
The one among them, wearing half-body armor and with black wings on his back, raised his hand to calm the storm here, making the huge waves that were still brewing disappear.
The man in the tattered robe waved the magic medium in his hand and pushed back most of the huge waves with an invisible force.
The remaining part was shattered by him into a curtain of rain.
A rainstorm soaked everyone present.
However, the strange thing was that although everyone was soaked by the "rain", the surrounding ground and even everything else was dry.
Not even a drop of water.
Sigmons poked the stunned representative of the Enchanting Association beside him and said:
"Didn't you want to see the 'Judge' behind me? He was the one who pushed the waves back just now."
