The apocalypse struck, and I became a druid.

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Standing over three meters tall, the bow of the Wind Chaser sailboat dipped downwards, significantly reducing the swaying of the vessel.

Chapter 138 The Drowning Person

At the same time, the thick armor on his back glowed with a faint yellowish-brown light, and a strange energy spread throughout his body.

"Set off"

He gave a low shout, and with the help of the earth element's gravity cushioning effect, he propelled the heavy Wind Chaser sailboat, breaking through the oncoming waves, and began to move slowly forward.

With the combined protection of Han Ning and Xue Bing, the hull became exceptionally stable, swaying only slightly no matter how the wind and waves pounded against it.

The ship was moving faster and faster.

With his own ship in good condition, Han Ning took the time to observe the other ships.

Ah Long's catamaran was the only captain who could barely keep up.

He stood at the bow of the boat, palm down, pressing lightly on the water. Ripples of pale blue spread out from his palm, trying to smooth the surging waves around the sailboat.

Although the boat was rocking a bit, it wasn't moving too slowly.

The other sailboats and slightly larger fishing boats were not so lucky.

Back then, some of the ships of the Azure Cloud Awakeners Association were secretly smeared with the blood of the Black Serpent King by Sun Wuyan's men.

Only eight ships have been transferred here so far.

They swayed from side to side, their hulls constantly veering off course due to the strong crosswinds.

One of the small sailboats was even tossed high into the air by a wave before crashing back down, splashing up a large amount of murky water.

Those people were like fallen leaves in the wind and rain, giving people an extremely desperate feeling.

"If strong winds of this intensity blow every day from now on, even ordinary sailboats will have a hard time navigating the water..."

Han Ning's heart sank slightly.

"Snow Cake, go help them."

"Hooo~"

Snowcake swam to the bottom of the violently rocking sailboat, and a glint of light flashed from the crystal scale on its forehead.

hum!

Invisible wave spread.

The turbulent water beneath the boat seemed to be stirred up by an invisible hand.

The murky mud quickly coalesced, forming a relatively gentle mud slope behind the bottom of the ship.

Then, a gentle thrust came from the muddy slope, steadily supporting the stern of the sailboat, helping it to offset some of the impact of the wind and waves and regain stability.

"Keep your course and follow me!" Ah Long's voice pierced through the wind and rain.

He clearly understood Han Ning and Xue Bing's intentions. While trying to maintain the stability of his own boat, he manipulated the water flow to create a weak current, attempting to pull the boats back to a relatively safe channel.

Xuebing and he worked together.

The body moves nimbly underwater.

It sometimes appears on the side of a ship, manipulating the mud to form a temporary barrier against waves crashing from the side.

Sometimes they would swim to the front of another sailboat and briefly "padded" the bow with their bodies or mud walls to help them better break through the waves in front of them.

With Xuebing controlling the earth element and Alon guiding the water flow, the ships that were originally on the verge of going out of control were finally not completely scattered by the wind and waves.

The fleet, like a wounded pod of whales, huddled together in the raging ocean, struggling to keep up with the Wind Chaser sailboat led by Han Ning.

The journey of several kilometers passed in a flash.

The group successfully navigated the boat to the area below the office building, lowered the anchor, and moored it in a spot where it wouldn't be easily bumped by debris.

……

On the third day, the wind reached its peak intensity.

"Woooooo~~"

The howling wind echoed outside the building at all times.

Large amounts of floodwater were stirred up, forming huge waves 5-10 meters high, which swept fiercely in all directions.

The entire building was shaking violently, groaning as if it were being crushed.

The water level has reached almost to the third-floor floor.

Inside the building, although people were gathered on relatively high floors, the cold was still penetrating everywhere. Thick white frost had condensed on the walls, and even breathing felt like breathing ice crystals.

"Daddy, Yinyin is so cold..." Xu Yinyin's little face was blue from the cold, and she huddled tightly in her father Xu Ming's arms.

Many of the weaker survivors developed symptoms of hypothermia, shivering and turning purple.

"This can't go on like this!"

Professor Ye looked out the window at the apocalyptic scene, his usually composed face now filled with anxiety.

"The wind shows no signs of weakening, the temperature is still dropping, and we don't even know how much longer the building can hold up."

Han Ning remained silent. After much thought, he concluded that the only solution was to consult nature.

He was preparing to find a quiet place to unleash his natural communication skills.

Just then, a short, terrified scream pierced through the howling wind and came from one direction of the building.

"Help!"

"What's that sound?!" Everyone inside the building was startled and rushed to the windows.

Vice President Zhao listened intently, his expression changing slightly: "They're not our people, there are outsiders!"

Everyone looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Dozens of survivors, dressed in various ways, were clinging to doors, broken beams, and even empty oil drums—anything they could find to float in the raging floodwaters.

They were like fallen leaves in a storm, scattered and vulnerable to being swallowed up by the raging flood at any moment.

"They are other survivors, swept here by the flood," someone exclaimed.

"Old Wu, should we save them or not?" Vice President Zhao turned to look at President Wu.

"So many people?!" Chairman Wu hesitated for a moment, paused for half a second, and then said, "With this weather and this water level, we can barely protect ourselves..."

"We are in a difficult situation. The water level is still rising, and food and space are limited."

"But we have too few people now and need to replenish our forces... Rescue is possible... but it must be done under the premise of absolutely ensuring our own safety."

"Those who are capable should decide whether to intervene based on the situation. Prioritize targets that are close to you, and do not force those that can be rescued if there is hope."

The survivors of Biyun Resort were already in dire straits themselves; rashly attempting to rescue others could result in their own demise.

During their conversation.

A surging undercurrent, carrying several large floating objects, pushed the five people who had fallen into the water while clinging to the tattered floating objects, changing their direction and sending them crashing straight into the office building where they were.

"Ah!" The desperate screams grew even more piercing.

It looked as the five people were about to crash into the hard wall one after another, and be smashed to pieces.

The floating object narrowly missed the edge of the wall.

The immense impact shattered these items instantly.

At this critical moment, the five people reacted differently.

Three of them struggled desperately, but they were too weak. After they lost their grip on what they were holding, they were swept away by the flood.

Seeing this, the other two displayed astonishing explosive power, barely managing to grab onto the protruding edge of the third-floor building as their embrace shattered.

The two men grabbed the edge of the building with one hand and reached into the water with the other, each grabbing a companion who had fallen in.

A young man wearing a wet long-sleeved shirt noticed the crowd gathered behind the window.

His despairing expression first turned to joy, then he roared at the crowd behind the window with all his might:

"Save us! I have important information to tell you!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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Chapter 139 Water Monkey

Upon hearing that the other party had important information, Han Ning had a sudden thought.

wow~

The sturdy glass window shattered instantly.

The third floor was almost submerged by the flood; it's fine if it breaks.

Five vines shaped like flowing water are wrapped around four figures hanging on the wall, and another figure about to be swept away by the flood.

The vines pulled back, drawing them in one after the other through the window.

"Cough cough cough... vomit..."

The five people who were rescued coughed violently and vomited large amounts of dirty water.

They had just come out of the water, soaking wet, and the temperature was extremely low, so they were all shivering from the cold.

To Han Ning's surprise, none of the five people emitted any energy fluctuations characteristic of awakened beings.

Neither of the two young men and women, who appeared to be relatively healthy, had any.

The man who called for help was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with distinct facial features and was somewhat handsome.

The girl was a little younger and looked similar to Yu Na. Her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to the man's. At this moment, she was tightly holding his arm.

"Brother..." The girl's voice trembled, and she couldn't help but shrink behind the man in front of everyone's gaze.

"It's alright now, Ruirui, we're safe for the time being."

The man patted his sister's back to comfort her, then looked up at Han Ning and the others, his eyes filled with gratitude.