Deep Sea Embers Chapter 374: Frostbringer

Standing on the towering bridge of the Seamist, Tirian stared at the vast sea in the distance through the wide window.

That used to be the direction of Dagger Island-now there is only a wide sea and a few scout boats still searching for clues in vain.

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

The great 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 in harmony with the sea fog. The overall advanced style of the number seems out of place.

Tirion came to this mirror and looked at his reflection in the mirror, hesitantly.

But soon, he put this hesitation aside, reached out and took out the carved candlestick used for the ceremony from the drawer, 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. Offering sacrifices at all times, he wants to call out the terrifying power in the depths of the darkness—and the truth seems to be not much different, what he wants to call out is really the most terrifying 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. You Lu knew that her call had 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 exactly what was left in Lost. Duncan's body on the Xianghao.

Duncan was holding a piece of bread in his hand. He looked up and glanced at the mirror: "I'm going to have lunch—have you eaten?"

"Eh...not yet." Tirian was stunned for a moment, and replied somewhat uncomfortable—for some reason, his father seemed to have quietly changed after he regained his humanity. It seemed so different, and the good news was that the greeting was actually very friendly, but it had been so long since Tyrian 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 I do for you?"

"We have searched the entire sea area around Dagger Island and found nothing," said Tirian

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 lies underwater, and the search on the surface is meaningless—and the biggest problem now is that we don't have suitable diving equipment," Duncan shook his head, "Also, The city is also tense now, and the church will soon expand the scope of the search to the second waterway - 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 frowned: "They suspect that the heretic lair in the city hides In the second waterway?"

"After all, the entire city-state other than this one has been turned over by them," Duncan raised his eyelids, "except for the second waterway, they have nothing to think about."

Tirian frowned and said nothing, Duncan asked, "Why, what do you think?"

"... I don't think they can find clues in the Second Waterway," Tirian slowly shook his head, "Although my informant didn't control the entire Second Waterway, at least they are familiar with the situation down there, And controlled several key nodes, if there are really a large number of Annihilation Cultists hiding there and holding a large ceremony below... I should have heard the news."

"Maybe they hid it really well, or maybe the ritual they held has distorted the cognition of all the informants who noticed the movement—either they didn't find it, or they would be polluted if they found it, which caused you to collect There is no correct information."

Slow 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 am also curious about where those Annihilation Cultists are hiding-if you find trouble in the process, I will Help as much as you can."

"Thank you very much," said Tirian, bowing his head immediately.

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."

"Yes, Father."

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

Tirion breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the pressure in his heart gradually fade away, then frowned, got up and opened the door: "What's going on?"

"A fast ship from frost," an undead sailor with a hole in his head stood outside the door, a

While saluting, they said, "They approached with banners and light signals of 'non-military action' and 'request for contact', as if they were a group of... envoys."

"Messenger?" Tirian was taken aback for a moment, but soon, an expression of interest appeared on his face, "This is a bit interesting...they really can't sit still."

"Fire the gun?" The sailor looked 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 where you came from."

On the mechanical speedboat flying the flag of Frost City, a well-dressed man wiped and wiped, while looking up at the steel battleship that was constantly zooming in his 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 sense of oppression is getting stronger. On the surrounding sea surface, the fine ice floes are like Some kind of living creature floats and swims in the sea water, and even consciously rotates around the hull of the mechanical speedboat, constantly hitting the hull near the waterline.

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

The confidential secretary couldn't help but wiped her eyes again, but the stories passed down by word of mouth in the Frost City-State involuntarily emerged in her heart-all the stories revolved around the curse on the open sea, the giant in the fog, Pirates, sailors who were frozen into ice sculptures in their sleep, and a child after a meal.

"We're close enough," the confidential secretary put on the gold-rimmed glasses, took a breath, and said to the accompanying officer, "Just stop at this distance—go forward, It's time for that battleship 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 fast ship 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 sent a signal," the confidential secretary hurriedly asked, "What do you mean?"

"Sea Mist has accepted our request... Thank God, this time it is a signal that living people can understand," the accompanying officer was obviously relieved, and then he saw the side of the battleship lowered again. a small boat, "and they put the transfer boat down."

"The **** of death bless... I thought they would shoot directly." The confidential secretary was also obviously relieved, as the first "messenger" sent to negotiate with the sea fog fleet, although Before he came, he was mentally prepared to be loyal to the city-state, and at this time, he still felt a kind of rejoicing for the rest of his life.

The small boat sent from the Sea Fog 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 body

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 a big hole in their head, and another 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 express ship 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 also controlled his eyes not to pay too much attention to the terrifying figures on the undead sailors. Features, trying to speak in a calm tone, "My name is Eddie Ruhr, and I am here to talk to the Sea Mist Fleet on behalf of Frost City."

"A clerk?" The swollen undead sailor frowned, looked at the confidential secretary who claimed to be Eddie, and said in a teasing tone, "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 held 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."

The relationship between the Sea Fog Fleet and the city-state is already tense enough. The two sides have been confronting each other for fifty years. A clerk came over, at least showing a little friendliness.

The clerk is obviously a little nervous.

On the deck of the Sea Mist, Tirian looked up and down the "city-state diplomat" in front of him. He could clearly distinguish the other party's forced calm eyes and the disordered rhythm of breathing-this gentleman's composure has actually been reduced. It's very good, but it's a pity that his kung fu can deal with ordinary people, but he can't deal with a captain who commands an army of undead.

Tirion could hear every beat of the diplomat's heart.

Eddie is also observing the great pirate in front of him—observing this man who once defended the city-state, but now he has almost become the source of horror legends in the hearts of all Frost people.

Tall, strong, silent, majestic, with one eye full of scrutiny and overlooking, each look is like a trial.

In front of this great pirate, even breathing seems to have become a very strenuous task.

"General Tirian," Eddie tried to take a few deep breaths, straightened himself up, and faced the scrutinizing eyes of the big pirate, "On behalf of Frost City, I would like to extend my greetings to you—I am very glad to be on board Board this legendary battleship."

"Half a century," Tirian calmly looked at the man in front of him who was a head shorter than himself, "Frost finally got the courage to talk to me?"

Eddie didn't care about the provocative meaning in the other party's words at all, but continued to speak: "I came on a mission-the entanglement between Frost and the Sea Fog Fleet does exist, but that is not what we are going to talk about today, you We should know the troubles that the city-state is in 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 this title away, it doesn't please me," Tirian glanced at Eddie lightly, and slowly walked to the edge of the ship not far away, "As for what I want to do... it's not enough Is it obvious? I am sealing off this soon-to-be-fall city-state—preventing your misfortune from spreading to my 'trading partners on the cold sea, folks."

"Trading partner?"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that title—they pay the price, and the Fog Fleet keeps them safe on the cold sea," Tirian said, looking back. "Don't you think it's a very good trade relationship?"

The corner of Eddie's mouth trembled a little, but he quickly concealed the change. He glanced at the undead sailors around him, and then slowly walked to 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 mess with me."

Eddie was silent for two seconds, and finally said cautiously: "... May I know why you want to help?"

Tirion put his hands on the railing on the side of the ship, without looking back: "The reason is important?"

"I need a reason, which can reassure my superiors and colleagues."

"Ah, Mr. Eddie, so you actually need a reason to make people feel at ease," Tirian laughed, he turned his head and looked into Eddie's eyes, "Then let me tell you the reason—— Father's order."

Eddie froze.

A moment later, his expression visibly frightened.

"It seems that you have thought of it, yes, my father's order, you just think he sent it from the subspace, he asked me to send troops to surround your poor little city-state - so go back and tell your superiors Well, the Sea Mist Fleet is executing the will from the warp," Tirian said happily, "then they can sleep like babies."

The happy expression on the big pirate's face was very obvious. Eddie finally realized it—or thought he had realized it. No, Tirian will... Captain, I understand what you mean, since you don't want to explain more, I don't need to ask."

Tirian looked at the "Frost Ambassador" in front of him calmly, and clicked his tongue after a while.

No one believes the truth these days.

But his mood is still very happy.

It's always a pleasure to see this serious Frost senior official startled in front of me~IndoMTL.com~You can leave now, Mr. Eddie,' he said politely, There is no dinner for you."

Eddie was obviously stunned for a moment: "Huh? Wait, I still..."

"You still have a lot to ask, such as the plan of the Sea Mist Fleet, such as the matter about Dagger Island, such as the Queen and the Abyss plan back then, but unfortunately I don't have much to say to Frost, "Tirion looked calm, "You have achieved your goal and completed your task, go back and tell your superiors, if there is anything to do later, you can directly contact by wireless telegram, there is no need to send someone— —We can receive any open frequency band."

Eddie was stunned, and then immediately reacted, with a hint of joy on his face: "Ah, yes, Captain Tirian, thank you very much for your understanding..."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, as if he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said: "Ah, wait, there is one more question, the last question!"

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