Twenty Sided Dice

The sky to the west was overcast, and the black magic canopy was thick with smoke. Countless black plumes of smoke swirled up from hundreds of ignition points, and were absorbed by the spells created by the Knox Common Society. The same fate also had the Wraith unleashed by Siegel. Fireballs, acid rain, and hail were constantly falling from the sky, and only the vicinity of the beam of light was safe. There were cries all over the city of Macabuda, most of which belonged to slaves. As for orcs who can still take up arms, they will eventually succumb to the control of power over their minds when faced with powerful magic.

No one knows the final outcome of the three-eyed admiral. He planned to go to the Beastmaster Hall, but he was not found on the battlefield. At the same time, thousands of wolf cavalrymen and crossbow shooters disappeared. They were originally stationed in the lumber yard outside the city, but no one saw them after the chaos.

None of this Siegel knew. When he sailed to the East Sea, the Red Shadow Spire was just showing its prototype, and even with black eyes, he couldn't see it. After a whole night, they finally came to the wild ocean successfully. The eastern sea level began to light up slightly, which also heralded the arrival of new hope.

Everyone can finally breathe a sigh of relief. Some refugees have come to the deck with great excitement and weeping in the direction of the sea. Siegel rested the paddlers and put the oars back in the cabin. With the wind blowing from the west, the jib just did a good job, and it was driving the big ship smoothly to the southeast.

Siegel was very tired. The number of spells he used this night was not many, but there were many times when precise control was required, causing him to consume a lot of energy. Now he really wants to sleep, but there is still a lot of work to do on board, some of which are hard to fake. Humke went to arrange the life of the refugees, counted the amount of food and water, and then rationed. However, this job was too difficult for him, and he was quickly taken over by Feizak, who had his wounds bandaged. He has been a grocery store owner for many years, and has a lot of experience in inventorying supplies and distributing water. Mana was in charge of looking around and reporting any ships to Siegel. As for the mage himself, he is working with several gladiators. Getting ready to put the mainsail on the mast.

The job would have required at least six skilled sailors to complete, and it had to be done while the boat was stationary. Siegel didn't have such a good hand at the moment, and had to use the slowest but surest way to hoist the sails, which would take hours. He climbed up and down the mast several times. His agility was the same as in the past, but now he is in awe, so there is no more applause and applause. For this, Siegel is a little lost.

When the sun came out of the water, everyone was trying to pull the sails high with ropes. Fizzak limped. Take the crowd's food to the deck in a basket. It was a simple meal, just a few shriveled apples, oatmeal powder with figs and a strip of jerky that could be washed down with red wine. Most of the people on the ship had eaten before nightfall, and now sleepiness is more intolerable than hunger. So everyone seldom spoke, and after a few bites, they fell to the ground and fell asleep.

"Don't distribute so much food next time." Siegel told the one-eyed father: "All are distributed according to the lowest ration. The people in Stone Village have never been on a boat, so don't waste food in seasickness and vomiting."

"Okay, Siegel." Feizak replied, "I don't know what Macabuda will become in the end."

"I can probably guess it, but I don't want to say it." The mage said with some sadness: "Although this is an inevitable situation in the war, after all, too many lives died. At the same time as I eliminated the orcs, many human slaves were also implicated. "

"this is not your fault."

"Of course I know that." Siegel stuffed the fig into his mouth and chewed it hard. "I won't foolishly think that the slaves were created because of my fault, but I'm just a little annoyed at my incompetence."

"You are already very strong." Feizak said: "You are the strongest young man I have ever seen, and you are full of chivalry and willing to help the weak. Everyone on this ship can be rescued because of your reasons. But How are you going to place them? Most of them are orcs, and Waterdeep will not accept these potential threats."

"Some people may choose to disembark early, as long as I can find a place to dock. But for others I have arrangements." Siegel said: "I have royal orders, approved by Prince Aaron, issued by Earl Todd. Signs. The order of the orc soldiers and farmers. With this order, at least Waterdeep will accept everyone temporarily. As for the future, what I lack now is the land where they can be placed. Maybe I can ask the dwarves for a favor, at least I know the dragons Lion Cliff is still an uninhabited place. Although it is desolate. But it is still better than the Wasteland of Tears of the Sun."

"Are you really a jazz?" Feizak was stunned for a moment, then asked.

"Yes, Baron of the Starry Kingdom. I won't lie to you about this kind of thing."

Feizak hurriedly said: "Sorry, my lord, I didn't know before."

"Okay, everyone survived the danger together. Don't be restrained." Siegel said: "You're a spy, I'm a sailor, isn't that nice?"

"My spy career can finally come to an end. After returning to Waterdeep City, I may open another grocery store and continue this business. After all, it has been more than ten years." The one-eyed dad said with a smile.

"At that time, don't forget to help me smuggle some more things, but don't try to steal my wallet again." Siegel also joked.

"I don't dare to accept smugglers anymore, and I can finally be an honest earner. It's better not to stick to those things."

One-Eyed Daddy can retire and enjoy his retirement, but Siegel still has a long way to go, and his heart for adventure is still there. He was still thinking about Janet, Sir Bill, and Evan, who had been separated from them for too long, and did not know how far the war was going. What happened to the Jackdaw tribe and the giant Kerry on the grasslands, did the two-headed wolf's iron cavalry find any trace of them? Siegel just wished them all the best.

After Siegel finished his meal, he continued to tidy up the sails while thinking about his future plans. He estimated that if everything went well, he would be able to reach Waterdeep City from Macabuda in about twelve days. After all, he burned down the shipyard of the orcs, and I believe that neither the Association of Mages nor the Council of Masked Lords can remain indifferent. Regardless of whether Waterdeep knew about Prince Aaron's recent situation or sent troops to support him, Siegel was ready to rush to the City Wall Mountains to find Janet's whereabouts as soon as he obtained the spellbook and scroll.

It's the equivalent of taking a long detour, and Siegel knows this very well, but still makes the choice. He couldn't leave these refugees behind in advance and chose to go ashore near the City Wall Mountains. Doing so would save a lot of time, but it would go against his conscience.

Conscience is a very heavy burden, but only by shouldering this burden can one become a hero. Siegel thought, stepping up the work at hand. With the magic, hanging the sails is much easier than expected, especially with the animate rope spell that can move at will. Under Siegel's control, the ropes turned into flexible tentacles, as if several sailors skilled in the art were working at the same time. The people on the deck looked at all this in admiration and talked in low voices. Ordinary people rarely have access to spellcasters, so their awe gradually deepens, and obedience soon develops. It would make the whole journey a lot easier, at least Siegel wouldn't have to spend too much time managing passengers. But deep in the mage's heart, he prefers that this obedience comes from love, not awe.

The big sail opened, and the naughty wind was immediately caught, making the boat speed up gradually. The entire hull is also more balanced, no longer the undulating shaking before. Siegel cleared a clearing under the mast and made a simple windbreak out of boxes, which would be his territory for some time to come. Even if the winter winds are cold at sea, and the deck is even more difficult, but only Siegel can master the sails and heading, so it is his duty.

Both Manna and Faizak persuaded him to get out of the cabin, but the Hunk Orc decided to accompany him. After learning about this situation, the refugees gathered some of the thickest and warmest cloaks and sent them to Siegel. The Great Deva brought up a barrel of ale from the warehouse, the finest dark brown ale, almost as porridge. Little Deva found a brazier and was responsible for collecting wood chips everywhere, trying to keep the heat source in the brazier as much as possible.

"It's not just for you." Little Deva said, "We just moved the kitchen here, don't mind."

It is impossible for a real wastelander to learn to call "yes, my lord", but Siegel doesn't mind that the sea is endless. He chose a route away from the coastline, so as to avoid both malicious eyes on the shore and hidden reefs underwater. But the biggest advantage is that he doesn't have to spend all day adjusting his direction, he can calm down and read the magic book.

It has been a long time since he felt this way, and it has been nearly a year since his last boat ride. Back on the boat he felt a long-lost familiarity, the comfort and peace of a baby in his mother's arms. When it was close to noon, the sky became very clear, and there was no more orc territory in sight, and there was no shadow of other sails. At this time, Siegel took out his wand, applied a protective spell to himself, and then sent the raven Balon to watch, and he could finally get a good night's sleep.

It was a dreamless sleep, deep and comfortable. The constant swaying of the hull made him rest exceptionally well. When I woke up, the sun had already set at sea level, and the orange-red sunset stretched across the sky and ocean. Siegel adjusted the angle of the sails based on the position of the sun and the direction of the wind. The galley sails on calm seas, and the currents may be hidden in deeper waters without disturbing the boat, which greatly reduces the difficulty of his work.

At night, he would be awake, because the stars in the sky would help him locate and reveal his destiny. (To be continued.)