The white-haired engineer warlock opened his palm, which contained more than a dozen dimensional stones that had been half melted away.

Eski's staff pointed at the sea in the distance. A green light bloomed on the staff that almost illuminated the entire sea surface. This dazzling light made Eski even under the observer's eyes.

Even under filtering, the thirteen synapses on the staff cannot be seen clearly.

Howling war wind!

As the chaotic energy under the second vision thickly piled up in every wisp of air on the sea behind, a violent hurricane was created out of thin air just over one kilometer behind the stern of the ship, only a few hundred meters away from the Elf ship.

The whirlpool caused by the hurricane immediately stopped the elven ship.

The energy of chaos is still being input, and such a hurricane is destined to become the same thing as the hurricane on the starboard side of the ship.

The only difference is that that hurricane was released by the female elf hanging on it, while this one was released by the engineering warlock.

After releasing a sticky claw technique, Esky quickly turned over from the windows hanging under the stern and returned to his room.

Perhaps the elves hoped to continue sleeping in these luxurious rooms for a while. None of the glass in these rooms was broken. They walked to the desk and quickly picked up the nine volumes of Tzeentch.

Holding on to his strength, Eski read through the usage of the wind of life.

Dead wood can be resurrected. This is what the wind of life can do. Even intelligent life that has just died can be resurrected in this way. Of course, only the body is resurrected without the soul.

In the eyes of many people thousands of years later, this resurrected body is just a walking corpse, no different from necromancy.

But this kind of magic is indeed released with the wind of life.

Eski quickly rummaged through the records, trying to repair the missing hull and mast with the wind of life.

As for the method of ripening fruit trees that he has mastered, it is indeed possible to do this, but he does not want the people of the Scurvy clan to know that he can ripen fruit trees.

I am getting sleepy. There are ways to restore vitality in the wind of life, but vitality and mental power are not the same. Such spells are not helpful at all.

It’s not that there is no way to recover, but that method requires connecting with the earth and borrowing the spirit of the earth to recover oneself.

"The Wall of Vineman?"

Before his mental energy was exhausted, Esky found a temporary solution.

Although he knew that as long as he finished learning the wind of life, there would definitely be a better solution, but now, he had no extra energy for him to squander.

Opening the door that had been locked, Eski suddenly remembered something.

Looking back, I saw that the leg of the Slaanesh disciple was almost repaired, and he might do something like the scribe again.

After returning to the room and cutting off his legs properly, the white-haired rat left the room with peace of mind.

The world outside is still the same as before.

The broken hull, the tilted deck, and... Eski looked up and saw the missing half of the mast.

The clerk was nailed to the mainmast as an artistic statue, while Mirza stood looking into the distance to starboard.

"Hey, Mirza, come over and help me. When the storm comes, at least use a spell to maintain the direction of the ship..."

Halfway through his words, Esky stopped. He had already walked from Mirza's side to his near side.

The white-haired engineering warlock finally understood why Mirza didn't come to help just now.

The shock wave and fragments of the explosion turned the right half of his body into a bloody mess. Two arrows pierced into his head. The pupils in his originally black eyes had dilated.

A piece of wood pierced deeply into his flesh and blood, supporting his body from falling.

And now, his body has begun to slowly stiffen.

Speaking of which, if I hadn’t seen the black-haired rat, it wouldn’t have died.

The development of the incident impacted the brain of the white-haired engineer warlock, making him feel as if his cerebral blood vessels were about to explode. He quickly sent some chaotic energy into his brain to strengthen his body tissues.

Otherwise, it would be really funny to have an explosion and a stroke.

The staff was raised and pointed at the sea.

The sea surface under the second vision is no longer black in the night, but has turned into a healthy bright green. This is not the color of the energy of the dimension stone, but the color of the wind of life.

In the sea, these Ji Lun winds formed whirlpools one after another, and the amount of this energy was enough.

Wall of Vineman!

At Anoquayan's call, the power of Guilun's Wind gathered and attached itself to the hull.

The vines grew rapidly, filling the broken space. Looking at the densely entangled vines, Esky finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The blood vessels in the brain still want to explode, but I can’t sleep yet.

Returning to the stern deck, the white-haired engineer warlock looked at the witch hanging on the mast, and then glanced at the elf ship in the distance.

The huge purple-black ship is being chased by the hurricane released by Esky. Even if the hurricane is cut off from the supply of chaotic energy, it will be hung up for a long time.

The engineer warlock is not sure. He releases it according to the maximum limit. Who knows what this storm will look like in the end.

But...

Eski adjusted the magnification of the observer to its maximum.

The elf ship in the distance that has not been caught up in the storm has turned around. It seems that no elf will come to interfere again in the short term.

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