Tirian stood on the towering bridge of the Seamist, looking through the wide windows at the vast sea in the distance.
That used to be the direction of Dagger Island - now there is only a wide stretch of sea left there, and a few reconnaissance boats still searching in vain for clues.
Dagger Island has disappeared for such a long time, but neither the Frostmen nor the Sea Mist Fleet have been able to find anything in this sea area.
The big pirate sighed, turned and left the bridge, and then walked into his captain's cabin - on the desk in the captain's cabin, there was an antique oval mirror, which was the same as the overall appearance of the Sea Fog.
The advanced style seems out of place.
Tirian came to the mirror and looked at his reflection in the mirror, looking a little hesitant.
But soon, he put this hesitation aside, reached out from the drawer and took out the carved candlestick used for the ceremony, and placed it in front of the mirror.
"The Sea Mist calls the Homeless..." Tirian muttered softly. At this moment, he felt like one of those sailors who were bewitched by the visions on the boundless sea and fell into madness, offering sacrifices at the last moment of madness.
Pin, wants to call out the terrifying power in the depths of darkness - and the fact seems to be not much different, what he wants to call is really the most frightening terrifying power in this sea area.
It's just that that power happens to be his father.
The candlestick ignited spontaneously, and the bright flame danced above the candle, and the light and shadow were reflected in the mirror. Tirian looked at the small flame a little nervously, seeing it jump a few times, and then quickly become covered with a layer of green.
Then you know that your call was successfully responded to.
The oval mirror surface was quickly stained with a layer of flames, and the center of the mirror became as dark as ink. Tirian's own figure disappeared in the mirror. After a moment, another figure emerged from it - the one who had stayed on the Lost Home.
Duncan's ontology.
Duncan was holding a piece of bread in his hand. He raised his head and glanced in the mirror: "I'm getting ready for lunch - have you eaten?"
"Um... not yet." Tirian was stunned for a moment, and replied with some discomfort - for some reason, his father seemed to have quietly changed after regaining his humanity, and his way of greeting seemed so incompatible with
It was different. The good news was that this way of greeting was actually very cordial and friendly, but Tirian hadn't talked to his father in such a natural way for a long time, and he still felt very awkward.
"You should have lunch on time, it's good for your health," Duncan said casually, "What do you want from me?"
"We have searched the entire sea area around Dagger Island and found nothing," Tirian
After calming down and returning his attention to business, he said, "The Frostmen are still persisting in their search, but I think their efforts will be in vain."
"The deep sea swallowed up the island. The root of the problem is underwater. Searching on the sea is meaningless - and the biggest problem now is that we do not have suitable diving equipment." Duncan shook his head. "In addition, the city is now
I’m also getting nervous, the church will soon expand the scope of the search to the second waterway - don’t worry, I have already sent a warning to your informants.”
Tirian was nervous subconsciously when he heard that the church was going to search the second waterway, but he was relieved after hearing the second half of Duncan's words, and then he frowned: "They suspected that the heretic nest in the city was hidden in the second waterway.
waterway?"
"After all, the entire city-state has been turned over by them," Duncan raised his eyelids. "Except for the second waterway, they can't think of anything else."
Tirian frowned and said nothing. Duncan saw this and asked: "What, what do you think?"
"I don't think they can find clues in the Second Waterway," Tirian slowly shook his head. "Although my informants do not control the entire Second Waterway, at least they are familiar with the situation down there and control several
At this critical point, if there are really a large number of Annihilation cultists hiding down there and holding a large-scale ceremony down there... I should have received wind of it."
"Maybe they hid it really well, or maybe the ritual they held has distorted the cognition of all informants who noticed the movement - either they didn't find it, or they would be tainted if they found it, which leads to you not receiving the correct information.
intelligence."
Tirian nodded slowly: "...This is indeed an explanation. After all, you have confirmed the phenomenon of cognitive pollution in the city-state."
"I will also pay attention to the second waterway," Duncan said in the mirror, "I am also curious about where those Annihilation cultists are hiding - if I find that your people are in trouble during this process, I will try my best to help.
"
"Thank you very much." Tirian immediately lowered his head and said.
At this moment, a sudden knock on the door interrupted the conversation in the captain's room.
"Someone is looking for you." Duncan in the mirror noticed the movement here. "If there is nothing else, just go and do your own thing."
"Okay, Father."
The figure in the mirror faded, the flames on the edge of the flame mirror dispersed, and the candlestick in front of the mirror gradually returned to its original state.
Tirian breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the pressure gradually fade away in his heart, then frowned, stood up and opened the door: "What's going on?"
"A ship coming from the frost," an undead sailor with a hole in his head stood outside the door and said while saluting, "They carried the flags of 'Operation without Force and 'Request for Contact' and
The light signal, approaching on one side, seems to be a group of... messengers."
"Messenger?" Tirian was startled for a moment in surprise, but soon his face showed an expression of interest, "This is quite interesting... They really can't sit still."
"Fire the gun?" The sailor looked at his captain expectantly.
"What the hell - let them come over," Tirian glared at the sailor, and then added, "Only three people are allowed to board the ship. If they can't accept it, they will go back where they came from."
On the mechanical speedboat flying the flag of the Frost City State, a well-dressed man wiped himself off again and again while raising his head and looking at the steel battleship that was constantly enlarging in the field of vision.
The Sea Mist is getting closer and closer. Its high bow is like a mountain floating on the ice sea, and the pressure it brings is getting stronger. On the surrounding sea, the fine ice floes are like some kind of living thing.
Like objects floating in the sea, swimming, and even consciously rotating around the hull of the mechanical speedboat, and constantly hitting the hull near the waterline.
The sound of ice breaking against the ship's hull is disturbing and nerve-wracking.
The confidential secretary couldn't help but wiped his eyes again, but the stories passed down orally in the Frost City-State could not help but come to mind - all the stories revolved around the curse on the open sea, the big pirate in the fog, and dreams.
The story unfolds between a sailor who was frozen into an ice sculpture and a child.
"We are close enough," the confidential secretary put on his gold-rimmed glasses, took a breath, and said to the accompanying officer, "Stop at this distance. If you go further, the battleship should
Fired."
"Lowest speed, turn left rudder!" The accompanying officer turned his head and shouted to the sailor who was calling him.
The speed of the mechanical speedboat suddenly slowed down, and it slightly adjusted the direction of the ship's bow, so that it was gradually parallel to the huge steel battleship.
At the same time, the accompanying officer was paying attention to the movements on the Seamist.
He saw flashing lights suddenly appear on the battleship, and then another sailor appeared on the side of the ship, waving a flag towards the mechanical clipper.
"They sent a signal," the confidential secretary quickly asked, "What does it mean?"
"The Sea Fog accepted our request...Thank God, this time it was a signal that a living person could understand," the accompanying officer breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he saw another small boat lowered from the side of the battleship.
"And they lowered the boat to transfer people."
"Blessed by the God of Death... I thought they would fire directly." The confidential secretary was obviously relieved. As the first "messenger" sent to negotiate with the Sea Fog Fleet, even though he was coming
I had been mentally prepared to be loyal to the city-state before, but at this time, I still felt a sense of joy in surviving the disaster.
The small boat sent from the Sea Mist soon arrived next to the Frostman's mechanical speedboat. On the small boat were several undead sailors wearing old-era navy uniforms.
The conspicuous Queen's emblem on their arms and the uniforms that represent the previous era are particularly eye-catching, and what is even more eye-catching than their clothes is their honor as immortals.
Two of them had holes in their heads and were swollen like corpses that had been left for three days.
The Frost Sailors on the mechanical speedboat were a little nervous when they saw these undead sailors, and after watching them step onto the Frost Ship, many of them showed complicated expressions.
However, the undead people obviously didn't care about the attitude of these living people. They just walked straight towards the person who seemed to have the highest military rank at the scene.
"Who is the messenger?"
"It's me," the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a short coat immediately stepped forward. He controlled the tension in his heart and his eyes, trying not to focus too much on the terrifying features of the undead sailors.
He said in a calm tone, "My name is Eddie Ruhl, and I am here to talk to the Sea Mist Fleet on behalf of the Frost City State."
"A clerk?" The swollen undead sailor frowned, looked at the confidential secretary who called himself Eddie, and said with ridicule in his tone, "I thought you would send at least a few military representatives - now Han
The Frost Navy has run out of soldiers who are brave enough?"
The accompanying officer immediately took a step forward, but before he could speak, Eddie stretched out his hand to stop him.
"I am the messenger," the civilian official wearing gold-rimmed glasses looked at the undead sailor in front of him and emphasized, "Take me to see General Tirian."
The relationship between the Sea Mist Fleet and the city-state is already tense enough. The two sides have been facing each other on a powder keg for fifty years. At this sensitive time, there is no point in sending a few more officers to deal with it - send a clerk here
, at least show some kindness.
The clerk was obviously a little nervous.
On the deck of the Sea Mist, Tirian looked up and down at the "city-state diplomat" in front of him. He could clearly distinguish the forced calmness in his eyes and the disordered rhythm in his breathing - this gentleman was actually very good at calming down.
, but it is a pity that his skill can deal with ordinary people, but he cannot deal with a captain who controls the undead army.
Tirian could even hear every heartbeat of the diplomat.
Eddie was also observing the big pirate in front of him - observing the man who once defended the city-state, but now has become the source of terrifying legends in the hearts of almost all Frost people.
Tall, strong, silent, and majestic, his one eye carries the meaning of inspection and overlooking, and every glance is like a judgment.
In front of this big pirate, even breathing seemed to be a very laborious task.
"General Tirian," Eddie took two deep breaths, stood up straight, and faced the big pirate's scrutinizing eyes. "On behalf of the Frost City State, I would like to send my greetings to you - I am very happy to be aboard this ship.
The legendary battleship."
"It's been half a century," Tirian looked calmly at the man in front of him who was a head shorter than him. "Has Frost finally got up the courage to talk to me?"
Eddie didn't care about the provocation in the other party's words at all, and just continued to speak: "I came with a mission - the dispute between the Frost and Sea Mist fleets does exist, but that is not what we are going to talk about today. You should know that the city-state
The trouble we are encountering now, we just want to know the purpose of the Sea Mist Fleet - General Tirian, what do you want and what do you want to do?"
"General... put away this title, it doesn't make me happy," Tirian glanced at Eddie lightly and slowly walked towards the edge of the ship's side not far away, "As for what I want to do... isn't it obvious enough?
I am sealing off this city-state that is about to fall - to prevent your disaster from spreading and harming my trading partners on the cold sea."
"Business partner?"
"I don't think there's anything wrong with the title - they pay the price, and the Sea Mist Fleet protects them on the cold seas," Tirian turned back, "Don't you think this is a very good trade relationship?"
Eddie's mouth trembled slightly, but he quickly concealed this change. He glanced at the undead sailors around him, and then slowly walked towards Tirian: "You mean... you just want to
Help Frost control this crisis?"
"It's a bit pretentious to understand, but it doesn't matter if you want to think so," Tirian said casually, "I don't need you to do anything, as long as you don't cause trouble for me."
Eddie was silent for two seconds and finally spoke cautiously: "...Can I know why you want to help?"
On the bar, there is no turning back: "The reason is important?"
"I need a reason, which can make my superiors and colleagues feel more at ease."
"Ah, Mr. Eddie, so you actually need a reason to reassure people," Tirian laughed, he turned his head and looked into Eddie's eyes, "Then I will tell you the reason - father's order
That’s all.”
Eddie was stunned.
After a moment, his expression became visibly horrified.
"It seems that you have thought of, yes, my father's order. Just think that it came from subspace. He asked me to send troops to surround your poor little city-state - so go back and tell your superiors, Hai
The Mist Fleet is executing the will from the warp," Tirian said in a cheerful tone, "and then they can have the sleep of a baby."
The happy expression on the big pirate's face was very obvious. Eddie finally reacted - or thought he reacted. He breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead: "Your joke is not good at all.
Captain Tyrion... Captain, I understand what you mean. Since you don’t want to explain more, I don’t have to ask.”
Tirian looked at the "Frost Ambassador" in front of him steadily, and after a moment he clicked his tongue.Ｓto⑤②0.ＣCOM first website
These days no one believes you if you tell the truth.
But he was still in a very happy mood.
It is always a pleasure to watch this serious senior official of Hanshuang being surprised in front of him.
"You can leave now, Mr. Eddy," he said politely, "there is no dinner for you on the ship."
Eddie was obviously stunned for a moment: "Ah? Wait, I still..."
"You still have many things to ask, such as the next plan of the Sea Mist Fleet, such as things about Dagger Island, such as the Queen and the Submerged Abyss Plan back then, but unfortunately I don't have much to say to Hanshuang," Tirian
With a calm face, he said, "You have achieved your goal and completed your mission. Go back and tell your superiors. If there is anything else in the future, you can contact them directly by wireless telegraph, so there is no need to send anyone - any one
With the open frequency band, we can all receive it.”
Eddie was startled, then immediately reacted, with a trace of joy on his face: "Ah, okay, Captain Tirian, thank you very much for your understanding..."
Speaking of which, he paused for a moment, as if he suddenly remembered something, and then hurriedly said: "Ah, wait, there is one more question, the last question!"