Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 377

[Chapter 375 Frost Messenger]

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 – but now there is only a wide open sea and a few scout boats still searching in vain for clues.

Dagger Island disappeared for such a long time, but neither the Frostmen nor the Mist Fleet could find anything in this sea area.

The big pirate sighed, turned around 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 consistent with the overall design of the Seamist. Advanced style looks out of place.

Tirian came to this mirror, looked at his own reflection in the mirror, and seemed 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 put it in front of the mirror.

“The Seamist calls the Lost Home…” Tirian muttered softly. At this moment, he felt like those sailors who were bewitched by the vision of the boundless sea and fell into madness. The terrifying power in the depths of the darkness—and the truth seems to be not much different, what he wants to call is really the most frightening and terrifying power in this sea area.

It’s just that the power happened 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, saw it jump a few times, and then quickly dyed a layer of dark green, You will know that your call has been successfully answered.

The surface of the elliptical mirror was quickly covered with flames, and the center of the mirror became as black as ink. Tirian’s own figure disappeared in the mirror, and after a while, another figure emerged from it—that is what remained on the Lost Country. Duncan’s body.

Duncan was holding a piece of bread in his hand. He raised his head and glanced at the mirror: “I’m about to have lunch—have you eaten?”

“Um… not yet.” Tirian was stunned for a moment, and replied somewhat uncomfortable—for some reason, his father seemed to have changed quietly after he regained his humanity, and his way of greeting seemed so different, so The news was that this greeting was actually very cordial and friendly, but it had been so long since Tirian had spoken to his father so naturally, that he still felt awkward.

“You should eat lunch on time, it’s good for your health,” Duncan said casually, “What can you do with me?” “

We’ve searched the entire sea area around Dagger Island, and found nothing,” Tirian settled. Calm down and focus back on the business, “The Frost people are still searching, but I think they will be in vain.” “The

deep sea swallowed that island, the root of the problem is underwater, and the search on the sea is meaningless ——And the biggest problem now is that we don’t have suitable diving equipment,” Duncan shook his head, “In addition, the city is also tense now, and the church will soon expand the scope of the search to the second waterway—you Don’t worry, I have sent a warning to your informants.”

Tirian was subconsciously nervous when he heard that the church was going to search the second waterway, but he was relieved when he heard the second half of Duncan’s words, and then he Frowning: “They suspect that the lair of heresy in the city is hidden in the second waterway?”

“After all, the whole city-state other than this has been searched by them,” Duncan raised his eyelids, “except for the second waterway, they I can’t think about it anymore.”

Tirian frowned and said nothing, Duncan asked, “What, what do you think?” “

…I don’t think they can find clues in the second waterway,” Tirian shook his head slowly “Although my informants did not control the entire second waterway, at least they are familiar with the situation below and have controlled several key nodes. If there are really a large number of Annihilation Cultists hiding there and holding large-scale ceremonies below If so… I should have heard the news.”

“Maybe they hid it really well, or maybe the ceremony they held has distorted the cognition of all the informants who noticed the movement-either they didn’t find it, or they found it It will be contaminated, which will prevent you from receiving correct information.”

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,” said Duncan in the mirror, “I I’m also very curious about where those Annihilation Cultists are hiding – if you find your people in trouble during this process, I will try my best to help.” “Thank you very much.”

Tirian immediately bowed 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, you can go and do your own thing.” “Okay,

father.”

The figure in the mirror faded, and the flame mirror The flames at the edge dissipated, and the candlestick in front of the mirror gradually returned to its original shape.

Tirian breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the pressure gradually subside in his heart, then frowned, got up and opened the door: “What’s going on?

” The undead sailors in the cave stood outside the door, saluted and said, “They approached with banners of ‘non-military action’ and ‘request for contact’ and light signals, as if they were a group of… messengers.” “

Messengers ?” Tirian was startled in surprise, but soon, an expression of interest appeared on his face, “This is a bit interesting…they really can’t sit still.” “Fire the cannon?” The sailor asked

quite Looking at his captain expectantly.

“Fuck – let them come here,” Tirian glared at the sailor, and then added, “Only three people are allowed to board the ship. If you can’t accept it, go back wherever you came from.” The flag of the Frost City State was

flying On the mechanical clipper ship, a man in a decent dress and with gold-rimmed glasses stood on the bow deck. He took off his eyes and wiped them nervously, while raising his head to look at the continuously enlarged steel battleship.

The Sea Fog is getting closer and closer, its high bow is like a mountain peak floating on the sea of ice, and the sense of oppression is getting stronger and stronger. On the surrounding sea surface, the finely broken ice floes are like some kind of living ice. Floating and cruising in the sea like an object, even consciously rotating around the hull of the mechanical speedboat, and constantly hitting the hull near the waterline.

The crackling sound of shards of ice actively hitting the hull was disturbing and nerve-wracking.

The confidential secretary couldn’t help but wiped his eyes again, but the stories that were passed down in the Frost City-State involuntarily emerged in his heart – all the stories revolved around the curse on the open sea, the big pirate in the fog, the sleeping dream The sailor and a child who were frozen into ice sculptures unfolded.

“We’re close enough,” the confidential secretary put on the gold-rimmed glasses, took a breath, and said to the accompanying officer beside him, “Just stop at this distance—and go further, the battleship It’s time to fire.”

“Minimum speed, turn the rudder to the left!” The accompanying officer turned his head and shouted to the summoned sailor.

The speed of the mechanical clipper dropped all of a sudden, and it slightly adjusted the heading of the ship, making itself a little bit parallel to the huge steel battleship.

At the same time, the accompanying officer was paying attention to the movement on the Sea Mist.

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 speedboat.

“They have sent a signal,” the confidential secretary asked quickly, “What do you mean?”

“The Sea Mist has accepted our request… Thank God, this time it is a signal that living people can understand,” the accompanying officer obviously relaxed. Immediately afterwards, he saw another small boat lowered from the side of the battleship, “And they lowered the boat for the transfer personnel.” “

Bless the god of death… I thought they would directly fire.” Secretary Yao was also obviously relieved. As the first “messenger” sent to negotiate with the Sea Fog Fleet, even though he was mentally prepared to be loyal to the city-state before he came, there was still a kind of feeling at this time. The joy of the rest of the life after the catastrophe.

The small boat sent from the Sea Mist soon came to the Frostman’s mechanical speedboat, and there were several undead sailors wearing old navy uniforms on the small boat.

The conspicuous Queen’s emblem on their arms and the uniforms representing the previous era are particularly eye-catching, and what is even more eye-catching than that attire is their honor as undead.

Two of them had big holes in their heads, and one had a pierced chest. Only one seemed to have no trauma—but it was swollen and terrifying like a corpse soaked in seawater for three days.

The Frost sailors on the mechanical clipper were a little nervous when they saw these undead sailors, and after watching them step on the Frost ship, many people showed complicated eyes.

But the undead people obviously didn’t care about the attitude of these living people, they just went straight to the person who seemed to have the highest military rank on the scene.

“Who is the messenger?”

“It’s me,” the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and wearing a short dress immediately took a step forward. He controlled the tension in his heart and controlled his eyes not to focus too much on the undead sailors. Looking at the terrifying features, he tried to speak in a calm tone, “My name is Eddie Ruhr, and I am here to talk to the Mist Fleet on behalf of Frost City.” “

A clerk?” The swollen undead sailor frowned and looked at him. Glancing at the confidential secretary who claimed to be Eddie, his tone was ridiculed, “I thought you would send at least a few military representatives—the current Frost Navy can’t find a few soldiers

who are brave enough?” The accompanying officer immediately stepped forward, but before he could speak, Eddie stretched out his hand to stop him.

“I am an envoy,” the civilian official wearing gold-rimmed glasses looked at the undead sailor in front of him and emphasized, “Take me to see General Tirian.”

(End of this chapter)