Wizard: I Have a World of the Dead

A few days later, at Ouge Port.

Dense fog!

"Clang! Clang!" The alarm bell rang sharply.

"Fog...it's fog! Oh my god! It's foggy, a thick fog!"

"Quickly, everyone go home and lock the doors and windows!"

Early that morning, Ouge Harbor was in complete chaos.

The lighthouse keeper rang the alarm, the dockworkers dropped their sacks and ran, and the bakery owner grabbed her children from the street and shoved them into the shop.

The blacksmith quickly nailed wooden planks to the doors and windows, the fishmongers abandoned their carts, and the sailors jumped off the ships and ran inside, making the whole harbor a mess.

The cause of all this chaos comes from the sea.

A thick, grayish-white mist, tens of meters high, surged up from the sea surface, like rolling waves, rushing rapidly toward Ouge Port.

Dense fog!

This is a unique natural phenomenon in Ouge Port.

Every few years, a thick, grayish-white fog rises from the deep sea, spreading across the surface and enveloping the entire Ouge Harbor.

Legend has it that even the largest sailboats can lose their way in fog and be swept away by the gray mist.

Legend has it that sailors would jump into the sea in a fog, losing their senses.

Legend has it that there are eerie fog demons in the fog that will drag any living person they see into the sea and devour them.

therefore,

Whenever a thick fog rolls in, the people in the city drop everything they are doing.

Go home, close the doors and windows, and pray.

This is already a consensus among everyone in Ouge Port.

In just a few moments, the once bustling Ouge Port had become completely quiet.

The streets were deserted, not a soul in sight. All the doors and windows of the houses were tightly shut, with the gaps stuffed with strips of cloth and nailed shut with planks.

Even the seagulls stopped calling, the dogs stopped barking, and even the wind seemed to have stopped.

Then, the thick fog rolled ashore.

Like a gray-white city wall pushing in, it surged and quickly swallowed up the dock.

First, the iron lamppost standing at the bridgehead was erased in the fog as if it had been wiped away by an eraser, starting from the top and becoming blurry, fading and disappearing, until the entire lamppost was gone.

Next came the pier itself, its planks, ropes, and mooring posts all shrouded in a grayish-white mist, leaving only a blurry outline.

Then it flowed over the dock square, where the paving stones became slippery and dull in the mist.

Then they surged onto the main street...

It spread little by little, yet very quickly, throughout Ouge Port, eventually engulfing everything in it.

Streets, houses, sailboats, clock towers, castles, towers...

From above, the city looked like a biscuit soaked in milk; the outline was still there, but the details were completely blurred, and the whole city was submerged in the gray fog.

Just then—

"Da da da!"

A series of footsteps sounded, exceptionally clear in this quiet moment when the streets were deserted and you could hear a pin drop.

A group of people appeared on the empty street.

They were a group of teenagers, dressed in scholar robes issued by the Meris Library and wearing hoods.

They were led by an old man who wore a gray cloak and carried a diamond-shaped lantern.

The dim, yellow light flickered in the gray fog, like a lighthouse guiding the way on the sea.

Grand Scholar Merris's voice became more serious: "Stay close to me and keep an eye on the guiding light. The spiritual power within the gray fog is beyond your ability to withstand. Losing it will lead to disorientation."

He raised his voice slightly: "If you get lost in the gray fog, you might never get out again!"

The apprentices fell silent, subconsciously striving to get closer to becoming Grand Secretaries.

Lynch was among them.

He was turning his head and looking around: This scale must be at least a wizard-level spell, right?

This gray fog was created by wizards.

The docks are always chaotic, crowded, and noisy. People have to go through checks to enter and leave the port, and occasionally encountering a few clueless idiots might even cause some conflicts.

Therefore, when wizards come to guide apprentices, they will clear the port with magic in advance, which is more convenient.

Looking at the thick gray fog around him, Lin Qi's eyes also burned with fervor.

Such spells are not skills that can be learned in games, nor can they be displayed through a computer screen.

Powerful, mysterious, truly supernatural.

Truly extraordinary!

The footsteps continued to echo softly through the street as the group crossed the long street and soon arrived at the dock.

The once bustling dock is now deserted, with only scattered goods on the ground. The shouts and cries of seagulls that never stopped day and night have completely disappeared, leaving only silence.

Utter silence.

"Look! There's something over there!"

Just then, an apprentice suddenly pointed to the sea and shouted.

On the sea, a blurry outline appeared in the fog, as if growing out of the fog itself, like a blooming flower bud, gradually becoming clearer, clearly...

船！

A ship!

"The boat - it's the boat!"

"The ship is here! The wizard's ship is here!"

The apprentices' excited voices rose and fell, and some even jumped up in excitement.

At the same time, the sailboat pierced through the gray fog, like an ancient beast that had been sleeping for a long time finally emerging from the water, revealing its true form to everyone.

What a magnificent sailboat this is...

Lynch's first impression was that it was enormous. It was so big that it was hundreds of meters tall, like a mountain that had been uprooted and was being lifted up on the sea by some indescribable force.

The bow resembles a raven with outstretched wings, but it is many times larger than a real raven, taking up almost a third of the bow.

The ship had five masts, each as tall as a city wall.

The sides of the ship were covered with runes, but they didn't look like they were carved on; rather, they resembled the natural grain of wood as it grew. They glowed with a faint blue light in the gray mist.

Like a heartbeat, it flickers, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, the rhythm slow and steady, as if the ship has its own life and its own breath.

The wood grain on the hull had been worn smooth, and below the waterline, it was covered with barnacles and some kind of grayish-white, coral-like substance. The friction marks from the ropes on the mast had become embedded in the wood.

Every detail speaks to the fact that this ship has endured a long period of time, as if it had sailed from the other side of time.

Huge, ancient, and mysterious!

That was Lynch's first impression of the ship.

The sailboat docked at the pier, and a strong, resonant voice rang out when it was a short distance away:

"We've finally reached the shore!"

A middle-aged man appeared at the bow of the ship, with a scar covering his entire left eyelid.

He didn't put down the ladder; instead, he slung a bundle of thick hemp rope over his shoulder, braced himself against the gunwale with one hand, and with a gentle flip, jumped off the bow of the boat.

The giant ship was at least ten meters high, and he jumped down and landed steadily on the deck without any problems.

The apprentices around were taken aback.

"Jumping down from that height... wow, even a knight couldn't do that!"

"A great knight! Absolutely a great knight!"

At this moment, a blond apprentice seemed to recognize the middle-aged man's identity and asked with surprise and doubt, "You are...Sword Scar Baruch?"

The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at the young apprentice with surprise, grinning, "Oh, I didn't expect that after all these years, someone would still remember me?"

"Oh my god, it really is you!"

The apprentices erupted in uproar, their voices filled with clamor.

"Baruch with the Sword Scar? Wasn't that a legend from 20 years ago? Is he still alive?"

"This can't be real, can it?"

Sword Scar Baruch was the former Grand Knight of the Kingdom of Lolunt. The current Grand Knight, Mishus, can only be considered a descendant of him.

"It hasn't been long, just a few decades."

Just then, another voice rang out from the deck.

A middle-aged man, around forty years old, appeared at the bow of the ship. He was wearing a black cloak and had a short, curved wooden cane hanging from his waist.

He stood at the bow of the ship, neither lowering the ladder nor jumping down like Baruch.

He simply took a step forward.

then,

Then a bizarre scene unfolded.

It was as if there was an invisible staircase in front of him, and the middle-aged man stepped on it steadily, then stepped out with his other foot, and walked down step by step like that.

"clatter!"

The boots landed on the wooden planks of the pier with a clear thud.

The apprentices were dumbfounded.

Grand Scholar Meris stepped forward from the front of the procession. His pace was quick, as if imbued with a deep-seated reverence.

He stopped three steps away from the middle-aged man, then crossed his hands and pressed them against his shoulders.

This man of extraordinary status, a first-rate scholar whom even the Grand Duke Edmund rarely met, was now as humble as a child in front of this middle-aged man.

He bowed deeply: "Lord Eaton!"

The voice seemed to come from the soul.