It was like a giant blue-gray boat with a spire and its sound was terrifying. The level of the horizontal plane dropped sharply, and everyone in the corridor was covered in its shadow.

The knights were roaring, desperately pulling their black-haired companions back, but it was too late. When the giant object bites the upper and lower jaws, it seemed as if thousands of sharp stalagmites were collide in an interlaced manner. The force contained in the sound made people unsurprising that the flesh and blood would be as fragile as cotton wool.

The huge monster fell straight back into the water, setting off a high wave. Everyone in the hanging corridor was knocked down by the oncoming water. Winnie's eyes were blurred and her ears were filled with tide. She choked and coughed desperately. The water was discharged from the trachea and nasal cavity, and then the snot and stomach juice were ventilated. Her face turned red. The girl was trembling all over, and the afterglow of fear still controlled her limbs.

"ah!!!"

When her purple lips faded a little, Mrs. Cindia screamed sharply and thrust into the sky, as if an ice-breaking cone was pierced into her head. The female artist pointed to the section of the hanging corridor, where the black-haired Knight was originally located, and his knight companion was still holding his legs tightly, but the length of his body was only half as long as it was.

Winnie's breathing stopped for a second, but immediately found that there was no bloody scene.

But the black-haired knight was still alive. He became a villain, only half of his height, and his clothes and clothes were reduced in proportion. Winnie looked at her savior in shock, and got up inexplicably, staring at her body and dumbfounded.

"ah!"

Mrs. Cindia changed her tone and continued to scream. Everyone's eyes finally gathered on the general. He stretched out one hand and his thumb pressed on the second knuckle of his little finger. The other three fingers stabbed out like sharp swords. The casting gesture was stable like a towering and stiff loose in the wind. He was the only person who had not been knocked over by the waves.

He said, "Stay away from the water."

The general picked up Winnie's neck and dragged her to the wall, suffocating her. The brown-haired knight tried to appease Mrs. Cynthia, but the latter was out of control and grabbed and kicked her hands, as if everyone around wanted to kill her, making the knight in a mess.

"Madam, please calm down!"

"Ah!" She raised a scale.

"You may attract things in the water!" The brown-haired knight's neck stalked and yelled.

"ah!

The general let out a breath, stepped a step and walked to the side, pushed the brown-haired knight away, and then slapped his backhand, with sharp and crisp and loud movements. "Pan!" Mrs. Cindia was like a female duck strangled by her throat, widened her eyes, and her eyes were focused again, and then she hugged the silver-haired knight and began to howl. Winnie had no slight pity at the beginning - she cried so badly.

"How can you be to a terrified lady..." said the black-haired "little" knight angrily.

The general interrupted, "Knight Colum, Knight Effie, Knight Annott. According to the laws and regulations of the Essim Army, I, the former general of the Northern Standing Army of the Kingdom of Essim, Kolstin, asks you to accept my command and obey my orders to protect the safety of the people of Essim. The relationship of rights and responsibilities will not end until the danger is over. Do you accept it?"

The silver-haired Effie broke free from the artist's octopus-like entanglement and hesitated: "But now is not a wartime period, and we belong to the Knights' Holy See, not the active military personnel..."

General Kirstin waved his hand hard: "Accept, or not."

The three knights exchanged their eyes, and silver-haired Effie replied: "Only at this moment, out of your past fame, we accept any orders that do not violate the purpose of the knight." He took the lead in carrying the chest, and brown-haired Colon followed closely, and the black-haired Annott refused to give in: "I accept it, out of the responsibility of the warrior. But I will not forget your atrocities against the lady." Then he bowed the same way. "Thank you for saving me, but what is this?" He pointed at half of his height.

The general shook his eyebrows full of fine lines, giving him a capable question full of military characteristics: "Three-ring variation system, [human reduction technique]. What exactly are you doing when you come to the Song Tower?"

The knights were ashamed for a few seconds and immediately pulled out their carry-on weapons. The sword was the second life of the knight, but weapons were forbidden to enter in the song tower. Under the repeated protests of the knights, the Night Phosphate Master only told them that spells could create everything. They applied for high-quality iron ore, but could not get the casting hammer and anvil; they found a comprehensive weapon description in the library, but had no experience in casting. They had to use extraordinary means to solve conventional problems.

In the magical public spell pool of Songta, there are many spells with the prefix of [flame]. It is not difficult to melt the ore. The difficulty is to obtain high-quality iron during the short spell duration. The knights tried to crush the ore, but how to make fine and equal ore powder became a problem, which prevented them from happening for a whole month. It was not until Aston scholars accidentally mentioned the concept of sonic waves in a museum class that the knights learned that the essence of sound is vibration.

A novel and extremely destructive second ring [Shredding Sound Wave] solved the problem. The second ring plastic energy system [Fire Flame Magic Ball] is a very interesting spell. Although the magic ball moves slowly and does not explode, its continuous and stable high temperature is very good, which makes the structure of the furnace more worry-free and does not need to consider the inlet. They pile up ore powder in the stone crucible, summon the flame magic ball to sink into the center, and use [Fireworks] to generate smoke carbon particles instead of charcoal. After melting the ore powder, impurities slag are filtered out, and the iron is cooled and then obtained the iron ingot.

Without the sword mold, they used [Protecting Fire Damage] to take turns to make sword embryos. The three knights cooperated with each other, one used [Burning Exhaust Technique], and the other two controlled the [Bigby Strong Attack Palm] as a forging hammer. When Mrs. Cindia began to try the banquet and fiddled with illusions to gain reputation, they were forging swords. When the merchants calculated the profit margin of the spell pool, they were forging swords. The general broke the spells and smashed them. When he wrote a military paper, they were forging swords. They smashed them for three months and scrapped dozens of sword embryos. They were also suggested to stop, even if they succeeded. But Master Ye Phosphate and the Grand Knight Master expressed their support with silence.

The final quenching stage, [Ice Ray] [Burning Hand] [Repair Technique] repeatedly polished and maintained, and finally got three knight swords of ordinary texture. The knights' four-month hardship made them extremely proud, but what they didn't know was that the daily spell positions of the foreign law ministry members were very limited, and casting consumed a large amount of first and second-ring spells, as well as the third-ring spells that were not large in the spell pool and had to be applied for in advance. These were their supporters, namely the Knights, would pay huge amounts of money and other costs. The cost was enough to arm a 200-person guard, but the Grand Knight Captain never said a word.

The black-haired Annot pulled out the proud modified half sword, which now looked like a long dagger. "Change me back!"

The general said: "I don't know how to remove the spell, I can only wait for it to be invalidated automatically. Does anyone know what was just now?"

The almost ignored Winnie said timidly: "It seems...it's like a big fish."

"Idiot, it's a shark, a shark! I've seen it!" Mrs. Cindia screamed, and found that everyone was staring at her, and she regretted it immediately. She quickly covered her face. The water washed away the lead powder chalk on her face, one by one. "Don't look at me."

"What fish?" A group of inland people who had been passed down from generation to generation looked at each other, the sea was too far away from them.

"Shark. A carnivorous fish living in salt water. A dwarf from Black Gold Bay brought a wax specimen to me the year before yesterday. He said that this thing would go crazy when smelling blood, tear it away and swallow the living things in the water."

"How big is the specimen?"

Mrs. Cynthia compared her, only one person was long.

"How does it perceive, eyes or ears?"

The artist shook his head in a daze.

"Huh?" Silver-haired Effie discovered something. There were a lot of debris in the aisle that were pushed up by the waves. He pierced something with his sword and picked it up. Winnie thought it was a rotten chicken at first, but when she saw five clear toes, she almost vomited it out.

"The little boy's left foot has been run away and turned white, his blood is flowing, and his flesh is swollen."

Kou De...

Everyone's face turned blue and they were waiting for the general's order. The situation was more serious than expected. Someone had died. Before the tower master came, he had to save himself.

The circular corridor on the second floor was likened to a donut stuck in the tower. Five adults and one girl was trapped on half a donut. The way up was broken and the way down was submerged under the water. The rippling water surface was hidden with malice, as if there were a row of sharp teeth under each ripples. Among these people, Vini was the weakest and weakest. Even Cindia, who was stupid like a hen, had a reputation and status that made the knights willing to protect her. After experiencing cold water and fear, she especially longed for someone she could rely on. Vini had nothing. She groped her whole body to find something to support her courage, and only touched a piece of wet muffin. Thinking of the determination of the merchant's resoluteness when he turned around and ran away, Vini let go and left the muffin in her pocket. She hugged herself tighter and shivered.

"Scatter." The general commanded, "With the size of that fish, a striking can hit us all. The corridor is too narrow. Everyone sticks to the wall and keeps a distance of 10 sams apart. You three weapons are enchanted and used after my command. Defend on the spot, waiting for rescue."

Except for Mrs. Cindia, everyone felt that the tactics were very reasonable.

Winnie and Mrs. Cindia were arranged at both ends of the donut, and the others were in the center, so that several combat powers could support each other as quickly as possible. Mrs. Cindia was unwilling to move because in two sections, only one direction could escape, and she felt insecure. She knew that begging the general was useless, so she pulled the knights hard, and finally the black-haired Annott took the initiative to exchange positions with her.

Then, who will exchange it with me? All Winnie could have was the little girl's weakness and helplessness. She looked at the general, bit her lip, and exposed the tips of her fingers that had just been slashed with the stone slab, and three nails split. The general looked at the wound and nodded slowly, "You are standing in the center."

Winnie finally breathed a sigh of relief, and someone was willing to protect her.

The six people scattered, listening quietly to the waves of water. The circular corridor was not wide, from the base of the wall to the edge, but the width of the two of them was parallel, and the distance between Winnie strides. So when the waves filled, part of them would pounce on Winnie, and then slowly flowed back to the water along the floor. The water hit the cracked nails again and again, which was so painful. Winnie had to think about something else in her mind to ignore the pain.

Koud died. This thought tortures her, the arrogant, aggressive little bad guy who likes to wag his tail at Mrs. Cindia. He dies like a ball of meat sauce, torn, grind and wailing in the teeth of the big fish.

These thoughts are worse than pain, and she forces herself to change the subject.

Can the big fish see her? Can they hear it? Or do they rely on heat tracking like a snake? She recalled a few nonsense from Mrs. Cindia.

"…He said that this thing will go crazy when smelling blood, tear it away and swallow the living things in the water..."

Winnie was stunned for a moment, the waves of water became bigger unknowingly. She just patted her waist, and now it had spilled to her neck. The water dripped down her shoulders and arms, dripping from her fingertips, taking away a trace of scarlet red from the wound and flowing back into the water.

Her teeth began to tremble and she looked at the general who was 10 Sammy away on the left. "General, can I... change my position?"

General Kirstin's eyes were firm, his voice was unemotional. "Stay there and don't move, Winnie, don't move."

He knew! He did it on purpose!

Winnie went from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. She thought that the general was sympathetic to her because she was injured, but in fact it was because she was injured and had tactical value to stay here - she was the bait.

The corridor is not wide. If she stays at both ends, the sharks rushed up, and several combat forces squeezed into a narrow space, and they could not swing their swords horizontally. In the center position, they could double-team from both sides, so the bait had to stay in the center of the corridor.

The waves became bigger and slapped on Winnie's face. She took a half sip. The underwater thing could sense that as long as you stir the water hard, you could taste a little bit of it, making it extremely excited.

The general cannot be said of this arrangement, because the knights will insist on bandaging Vini and then bleed themselves as bait. This is equivalent to sacrificing a "horse" to replace the useless "soldier". The general does not allow this to happen, and it does not meet the optimal configuration of troops.

Winnie thought bitterly: Yes, Koude, you are all "soldiers" like me, but you were eaten earlier.

She wanted to ask the knights for help, even if she would offend the general or destroy the tactics.

"I……"
Chapter completed!