Chapter 169 Uther Galoch

As the pitch-black vortex in the high skies gradually spread and enlarged, the atmosphere became increasingly gloomy.

The Eye of the Sky darkened bit by bit, and although it was noontime, it felt as if it were night.

The howling storm came sweeping in, causing the ships that were docked at the shore to rock unsteadily. Wave after wave washed backwards—not the east-to-west tides, but ripples emanating from Glass Island and spreading outwards in concentric circles.

"Captain, think of something!"

Albert clutched his chestnut-like small round hat, shouting to the tall elf beside him, "Could Lord Helkin be in danger!"

"...I don't know either."

The grey-haired elf known as the captain frowned deeply, "This is too fast..."

"I think it's a trap! Let's disembark!"

The dwarven elder issued a rough and loud voice.

"Regardless, let's first deliver the armor and long spear to Lord Helkin."

The human girl beside him looked over, "Otherwise, if he is attacked..."