Deep Sea Embers

There were some winds and waves on the sea.

The cold night wind blew across the sea, and the undulating waves slapped the solid hull of the Lost Homeland one after another. However, this huge ship still maintained a stable posture, as if ignoring the wind and waves, and continued to move towards the ship at full speed. Sailing north.

The translucent sail of the spirit body is raised high under the night, and there are occasional creaking and tense sounds between the cables and the mast. This living ghost ship sighs happily in the wind and waves, but the new members on the ship seem a little nervous at the moment. Preoccupied.

From Duncan, Vanna learned the truth about the Frost Rebellion half a century ago, learned about the extremely weird submerged plan, and today, half a century later, that terrible plan is still going on. The slightest shadow.

Compared with the destructive fire that Prand had encountered, the abyss plan that happened in Frost is a terrifying disaster on another level——dark, cold, invisible and terrifying things in the abyss The disaster may be about to happen, may have happened, or even ended, but in the cold night, no sound can describe the outline of the invisible horror.

The Black Sun incident in Purand was a fierce and dazzling war, but what happened under the frosty abyss was a silent and twisted nightmare.

"According to Tirian, the Abyss Project has ended, and all subsequent influences of that year have also ended with the death of the Frost Queen, but in fact we have no evidence to prove that a certain extraordinary vision under the Frost is real. has stopped functioning - we don't even know what it is, and the whole thing is completely shrouded in a fog from beginning to end. And now Morris has received a letter from Frost, that The letter is a signal that something is amiss in our northern city-state."

Duncan's deep voice sounded in the night wind, and then he paused for a moment, then suddenly turned to look at Fanna: "Did Helena tell you about the 'change' in the northern sea?"

"Your Majesty the Pope?" Fan Na froze for a moment and shook her head slightly, "She didn't say that, she only said that she would let me board the Lost Country, but she didn't actually tell me what I should do at all."

"Didn't she say..." Duncan muttered softly, but didn't stop at this topic, "Then don't think about it so much, just get used to the life on the ship, don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you task."

He raised his head and glanced at the deep night and the mist on the boundless sea in the distance.

"It's very late at night, and it's better not to blow too much cold wind on the deck-the sea breeze at night is not very kind to the body and mind."

Vanna gave Duncan a surprised look—she had often shown such surprised eyes all day long—and then nodded belatedly: "Ah, yes, thank you."

While speaking, she groped around her body and took out a small piece of wood from her shirt pocket—it was a sea wave amulet carved from sea breath wood. She put the amulet on her lips and prayed softly A few words, and then threw it into the sea outside the ship's side.

Duncan looked at Fan Na's actions curiously: "What are you doing?"

"That's a sea wave amulet I carved out of sea-breathing wood with my own hands. The believers of the Storm Goddess pray in this way when they go out to sea," Fanna explained casually. Throwing the amulet into the sea symbolizes the ancient act of sacrifice, and it is easier to establish a connection with the goddess when praying while throwing the amulet."

Speaking of this, she stopped suddenly, and then hesitated: "Do you mind these behaviors?"

"Ah, of course I don't mind. As I said, the atmosphere on the Lost Home is more relaxed than you might imagine." Duncan immediately smiled and shook his head. "Morris usually prays to the God of Wisdom."

After speaking, he waved his hand to Fan Na, turned around and slowly walked towards the direction of the captain's cabin: "I'm going back first, you should rest earlier."

The sound of undulating waves sounded, and Fan Na watched the tall figure drifting away. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, and shouted behind Duncan: "Captain!"

Duncan stopped in his tracks without looking back: "What else is there?"

Fan Na opened her mouth, hesitated for two or three seconds before finally speaking: "I apologize to you - because I was reckless..."

"I don't care." Duncan said casually, then waved his hands, and walked away without looking back.

Fan Na was still standing on the deck, seemingly distracted.

And behind her, in the turbulent sea, the wave talisman carved from sea breath wood has been stirred up and down by the waves for a long time, until it was suddenly caught by a cluster of waves, and was swept into the depths of the sea in an instant. place.

...

In the captain's room, the goat's head raised its head creakingly, and looked at Duncan who was entering the room: "Ah, captain, you have finished appeasing the new crew members? Today is really an incredible day. The high-level priests have become your crew, which can also be regarded as some kind of spoils of war, I think..."

Duncan raised his eyelids and glanced at the goat's head: "Next time you say that in front of Fanna."

"...I can't beat it."

"Then don't talk nonsense," Duncan said casually, and glanced down as he walked past the chart, "Where are we now? What's the current situation of the Seafog?"

"Sea Fog is still sailing at full speed, but it has slightly adjusted its course twice not long ago. Judging from its position, it may have approached the secret home port of the Sea Fog Fleet," Goat Head replied immediately, "We should be able to do so before midnight." Enter the Cold Sea, and then sail north for four to five days to reach the vicinity of Frost... Should we drive directly there, or operate covertly in the nearby waters?"

"Don't expose it for the time being," Duncan said, "I don't plan to 'enthusiastic contact' with Frost's city-state guards yet."

"Yes, Captain."

Duncan thought about it again, and said: "In addition, after the Sea Mist stops, lean over and take a look - without revealing, scout the location and surrounding environment of Tirian's secret port, which is very important for being able to stay in the sea for a long time." It shouldn’t be difficult for the Lost Land lurking in the spirit world.”

"Ah, of course, it's easy," the goat's head immediately agreed, "but... what are you trying to do by investigating that secret port?"

"If there is something wrong with Frost and it is related to the secrets under the sea, I think Tirian will take action. Staring at him is equivalent to staring at Frost. If the conditions are right there, We're lurking near the Seamist."

Goat's head immediately took orders: "Understood."

Duncan nodded, and walked towards his bedroom.

"I'm going to try to 'detect' the situation in the direction of Frost. If it's not necessary, don't bother."

"Yes, Captain!"

The bedroom door closed behind him.

Duncan exhaled lightly, came to the table and sat down, moving his slightly stiff shoulders and neck.

Ai Yi, who was resting by the window with his eyes closed, woke up with a start, flapping his wings and jumping onto the table, tilting his head and looking at his master: "Do you want to be a sharpshooter, or stay in a hotel?"

Duncan glanced at the pigeon: "Walking in the spirit world."

After the words fell, the brass compass hanging on Aiyi's chest opened with a "snap", and green flames rose from the compass. In an instant, the scene in Duncan's vision had changed!

He once again came to the space filled with countless stars and lines, and boundless chaotic darkness.

Ai Yi's figure emerged from the darkness, and the skeleton bird wrapped in the fire of the spirit body circled and danced around him.

But he didn't immediately move his position or touch a cluster of nearby starlight, but first calmed down, carefully observed the lights that flickered in his field of vision, and sensed the aura faintly revealed in those lights.

Sure enough... As the Lost Homeland moved away from Prand and approached Frost, the starlight he saw in this space also changed accordingly!

Duncan raised his head, perceiving his body in Prand. He looked into the depths of the darkness according to his perception, and what he saw was a hazy spot of light located extremely far away.

He looked back from afar again, looking at the bright "stars" twinkling in front of him.

After thinking for a while, he approached some of the light spots and touched a few of them cautiously.

He did not directly occupy the body represented by these light spots, but read the superficial information behind the light spots in this way-emotions, perceptions, and even fragmented superficial consciousness.

Cold, stress, fuel prices, steam supply, town hall, frost...

After touching a few light spots, Duncan withdrew his will.

Continuing to touch these dots of light representing "living people" may cause a wider range of panic, and then it may attract the attention of the city-state defenders. He doesn't want to deal with strange churches yet.

The current information is enough—only from the information read from those light spots, it can be confirmed that this piece of starlight is the residents of Frost.

At least part of it.

Duncan's eyes swept across the dazzling starlight, looking for individuals with dim and weak light and life lost.

He needs a predestined body to serve as an outpost for spying on intelligence.

A moment later, a cluster of unusually flickering lights suddenly caught his attention.

"You are the one!"