Chapter 354: Son of Luo Fu?

Chapter 794 Rolf's...son?

Endless seawater rushed in and submerged the Mayflower.

The whole ship was tossed in the stormy waves, sometimes reaching the crest of the wave, and sometimes sinking to the trough of the wave, like dough kneaded by a pair of big hands on a chopping board.

Rolf had Mircella's scales in his mouth, and he had no problem breathing in the sea water. His body was covered with silver-gray dragon scales, and he was not afraid of the impact of the waves.

But Norbert didn't know this. She tried to spread her wide wings and cover the boy to help him block the sea water.

Rolf felt warm for a while, thinking... he had finally raised Norbert for all these years.

There were safety seats in the Mayflower that could be used to resist the turbulence. The wizards in their rooms had already sat on the chairs, so they were naturally safe and sound.

But there were also some passengers who had just returned to the cabin from the deck. Before they had time to return to their rooms, they encountered waves and rolled back and forth in the turbulence, like balls.

Wizards with good luck can grab railings or fixed objects, while wizards with bad luck... will hit the wall or pillar directly, and their heads will bleed.

Slughorn cleverly used Transfiguration to turn himself into an octopus, with all his tentacles firmly attached to the wall. No matter how bumpy it was, he could not be thrown off.

Just as the old man was secretly proud of himself, the chandelier hanging from the ceiling finally couldn't hold up and fell down in the violent shaking.

Hundreds of small and exquisite prisms decorated on the chandelier shot in all directions like a pear blossom rain.

Slughorn, who was still proud just now, was hit by several pieces of glass:

A piece of glass pierced his stomach, only half an inch away from piercing his stomach, and another piece of glass pierced his tentacles.

The old man screamed, but did not relax his grip. Instead, he held the wall tightly with amazing strength that he had never used in his life.

Worse things happened. A passenger vomited while shaking, and the vomited liquid splashed on Horace's head.

He could smell a pungent stench, a mixture of food and gastric juice.

Slughorn almost fainted. He would rather drown than be choked to death by the vomited dirt.

The Mayflower tossed in the waves for a long time, and the sea finally calmed down, and the hull slowly floated to the surface.

Norbert sneezed, exhaled a few wisps of white smoke from his mouth and nose, and then shook off the water droplets on his body, and then raised his wings, revealing the figure of a young man.

Rolf stood up, snapped his fingers lightly, let the wet robe evaporate and dry, then took out the key, helped Norbert open the lock on his feet, and then jumped up and jumped onto her back.

Norbert roared, spread his wings, and flew around the ship.

The Mayflower was still strong and not destroyed, but the hull was riddled with holes, even two masts were broken, and the golden lion on the figurehead was not spared, losing one claw and the thick tail.

When he came to the bow, Rolf saw that there were only three rune horses left, and one was missing, apparently swept away by the waves.

Rolf did not see Shirley, he frowned slightly, patted Norbert's wings, and said loudly: "Go find Shirley first, I'll be there soon!"

After that, the boy jumped off the back of the fire dragon and landed in front of the rune horses.

The three rune horses were injured to varying degrees, one of which was the most seriously injured. It broke two legs and tried to struggle to stand with its broken legs, but it kept screaming and falling down.

The other two rune horses circled around it, making mournful sounds.

Rove squatted down and gently stroked the wound of the magic horse with the "Healing Hand". The bloody skin quickly scabbed over. The speed of the wound healing was amazing.

At this time, the door of the cabin was opened, and the wizards who could still move came out, looking at the unreal scene in front of them with trembling:

They were now on the top of thousands of meters of huge waves, like riding on the foamy back of a sea monster, with thin clouds like white paper floating beside them, and the waves were still extending in all directions.

Rove saw Karst coming and saw that he was still holding a magic barometer in his hand, so he asked: "How high are we now?"

Karst murmured: "According to the barometer, the Mayflower is three thousand meters above the ground."

Hearing this number, Rove couldn't help but be amazed.

A tsunami of three thousand meters, this is too outrageous!

He suddenly remembered the flood recorded in "The History of Magic" that appeared in various civilizations and destroyed the wizard kingdom.

He was still wondering how wizards could not handle a mere flood, but if the flood was of this scale... it was indeed impossible to handle it!

"Mr. Scamander, how do we get down?" Karst asked in a low voice.

"Go down?" Rove smiled helplessly: "After going down, encounter the waves, and then fly up?

Let's stay on the waves first!"

Rove didn't know how to get down now. They were trapped on the waves 3,000 meters high. Who would believe it if they told others!

At this moment, a deep voice came from under the sea. It was a long, high-pitched and creepy cry, like a whale or a dragon, but with the penetration and sharpness of a wolf's howl, which was extremely terrifying.

The sound came through thousands of hectares of sea water, making people's blood coagulate, and even the divine horse trembled.

The next second, an old man suddenly emerged from the sea.

Rove looked closely and found that the man was Captain Carlos. He was not dead yet. He rode on a flying broom that was only half left, stumbling towards the sky.

First Mate Karst said excitedly: "It's Captain Carlos."

He shouted. Carlos heard the shout, turned around and looked over, and saw the Mayflower. The old man looked horrified and said:

"Quick...run away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the cry stopped, and a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared silently on the sea surface.

The next second, a huge creature rushed out of the water.

Its body shape looks very similar to a fire dragon, with a pair of bony wings spanning more than fifty meters, which is larger than any existing fire dragon.

But its head is disproportionately small, its mouth is wide and flat, its skull is as long as an abnormal shape, its forehead is protruding, its eyes are of different sizes, and its teeth are as sharp as knives.

This deformed head instantly reminded Rove of the skull he helped Grindelwald take away from the Oeckstad Prison in Germany last year.

The monster in front of him also had dark green hair like aquatic plants, iron-gray skin, and a slender fish tail.

Luofu stared at the monster. It was indeed the ugliest creature the boy had ever seen in his life, uglier than the mermaid in the Black Lake.

The monster rushed out of the sea, let out a thunderous roar, and then rushed towards Carlos.

But it seemed to smell something, and it suddenly stopped and looked at the Mayflower with its small eyes.

Luofu could feel that the monster's eyes were on him.

Just when he was baffled, he heard even more baffling words.

Just listen to the monster roaring at Rolf with an angry, cold, and resentful voice:

"Father!"

Standing on the deck, Luo Fei was completely confused when he heard this title.

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