The wind and snow have not stopped.

In the Xiagu, the lights flashed and disappeared in the long corridors, the walls were covered with knife marks, bullet holes, and blood. The floor was scattered with sand and dust particles, and each floor gap was filled with these gaps.

Caesar lowered his body, walked through the corridor of lights, and opened the door to the deck. The rare and fresh air flowed in, which made him feel relaxed as the battle ended.

He came to the edge of the bow of the ship and looked at the misty world, slowly thrusting the cold air.

"If I guess correctly, the current situation should be that we have reached a certain Nibelon root, right?" Caesar stretched out his hand and tried to touch the dust floating in the air.

He did not go to this legendary holy land, but I think only Nibelungen could explain their current situation.

Not long ago, they were still in the center of an ice storm, but at this moment, the wind and snow disappeared without a trace, only some warm little snowflakes were falling, and the temperature rose a lot, as if spring was coming into the air in an instant.

The extreme night phenomenon also disappeared, the warm sun halo appeared in the sky, and the thick fog from all directions was illuminated a lot, turning into misty light, and it felt a little comfortable.

The surrounding Xiagu is no longer a thick and vast ice sea, but a small piece of floating ice, like the Arctic waterway when thawed in early summer.

Caesar stretched out his hearing and released the sickle, but he could not hear any sound. The sea area was as quiet as dead.

Only Nibelungan has such dead silence.

"We are lost contact with the outside world." Abbas walked out of the cabin and walked behind Caesar.

"It can be roughly guessed." Caesar was quite calm, "The so-called sea adventure refers to this. After passing through a storm, he arrived in another world... What is the casualties of our side? ?”

"Eleven people were injured, three of them were seriously injured, but most of the equipment on the ship was intact, and only the ship's side was slightly damaged. Without sufficient medical resources, no one would die." Abbas explain.

"The supply is not a problem at the moment. Whether it is food or fuel, it is enough for us to hold on for a while. If no accidents occur during this period, it is enough for our headquarters to rescue us. Our S-level lady has the key, just Nibelongen It won't hurt her."

"If there is no accident, it is indeed the case." Caesar shrugged and smiled, Abbas had the same expression, tricky and optimistic.

"Our current situation is the biggest surprise, especially the thing in front of us. Where did it come out?" Caesar said.

He turned his gaze to his side, and a huge black shadow stopped on the deck of Xiagu, like a swordfish crawling on the back of the killer whale, especially its long bow front pole, which looked like a sword Fish's sniff.

This is a ship that is too old, full of the sense of déjà vu. For the rich people who love water sports, this is undoubtedly a treasure-level collection, but the way and timing of appearance are not suitable.

Caesar recalled the thrilling scene a few hours ago.

In the violent snowstorm, Leviathan's singing echoed in all directions. A ghostly ship was sailing at high speed on the ice, shattering layers of white mist, hitting the Xiagu head-on, and the entire ship's glass was shattered.

The ghost ship was actually full of ferocious ghosts holding weapons.

After the two ships collided, countless dark gray lights surged from the two ships to the Xiagu. If you look closely, you will find that the dark gray lights are human-shaped tides, and each human-shaped face is the same.

The dry bones are hated and cold, and can only be described as the army of ghosts.

They were dressed in uniform, extremely low English uniforms, holding old muskets or long knives, and above the masts, officers with the appearance of captains were commanding them to launch this medieval pirate attack.

Fortunately, the crew of the entire Xiagu ship, from sailors to chefs, were all elites from the executive department. They were not panicked at all after the first wave of shocks, and were not too shaken after seeing this group of ghost troops. They continued to fight in close combat or far away.

Fighting weapons start close combat in the cabin.

Although the combat power of these ghosts is far higher than that of normal soldiers, they are still not as good as ordinary Deadpools. The only trouble is that ordinary bullets do not work for them, and they must be cut off with alchemy products.

After their death, their whole body would weather and turn into fine sand scattered all over the ground. After an hour of battle, the entire Xiagu inside was covered with such fine sand, as if they were not encountering the ghost army, but

A sandstorm on the sea of ​​ice.

"So what exactly did we just go through? Leviathan lured into a Nibelon root, and what awaits us is not a trap of ruin, but a group of weak ghosts?" Caesar bent down and grabbed a

Holding the gravel and rubbing it in your hands, it feels unexpectedly cool, like water droplets.

After rubbing it for a few seconds, the gravel evaporated in the air and was blown away in the air by the breeze coming from somewhere.

"Based on my rich knowledge reserves, this thing is called Death Sand." Finger's voice came from the side.

Caesar looked in the voice and saw this guy showing a thoughtful expression like a scholar.

"Dead sand? What's the purpose?" Caesar asked.

"A kind of alchemy substance, like ordinary water under a microscope, is just wrapped in transparent particles like sand, it can even be drunk, but the difference from real water is that these waters are stagnant water in the alchemy sense, collected in

It has no buoyancy together, it can drink, but it cannot provide any nutrition." Finger actually gave an extremely academic answer.

"It sounds very small in practical use, and it can be said to be very slim," said Caesar.

"The team of alchemy people in the equipment department don't know what this thing is used for, so they have always used it as an inert agent to terminate dangerous experiments... If this thing is sufficient, it might be

The smoke bomb is used, just like the Japanese ninja's fog escape." Finger looked up and used his eyes to signal the too dense fog in front of him.

This sign made Caesar's expression less relaxed, as if it was saying that we were surrounded by the enemy.

"In other words, these things that look like gravel are actually water droplets?" Caesar immediately reacted.

"It seems to be an hinting point that we are indeed getting closer to the King of Oceans and Waters," Abbas said.

This speculation is reasonable. If the current dense fog is composed of water-attributed substances such as dead sand, then it is undoubtedly only the Dragon King who gives them life and becomes the power to become ghosts.

"Wait! What's wrong with you two smiling tacitly? Do you think you're about to pass the level, and the treasure is right in front of you!" Finger showed a bad expression, "When you stared at the boss, the boss was also there.

Gaze at you! Everyone, I suggest that we should take a conservative attitude at this moment, wait for rescue honestly, and never have heroic optimism cancer attacks!"

"I didn't say I didn't wait for rescue, why are you anxious first?" Caesar spread his hands and then patted Finger on the shoulder, "Even if I really want to order an attack, I have to at least figure out what this is like.

Nibelung, right?”

After comforting Finger, who was as frightened as a large hamster, Caesar jumped onto the front pole of the ship.

"Let's take a look at this ship first. The adventure game is like this. There must be a mystery and a point to open up the situation." Caesar walked towards the ship along the front pole, and the other two followed.

The moment you jump on this ship, you will inevitably feel like you are going back in time, the old breath plunged into your nose, and the moldy and sour smell is also moldy.

This is indeed an antique ship inside and out. Whether it is decoration or material, it is the same as the Sun-Don't Setting Empire that once dominated the world, and the symbols of the Royal Navy can be seen everywhere.

Walking in the narrow corridor, the floor made overwhelming sounds from time to time. Every time I walked past a door, Caesar would carefully observe the scene in the room through the window to prevent ghosts lying in it.

Pushing open the door of the captain's room, a figure with a knife on his back was standing at the table, lowering his head to read something.

"You've searched it all?" Caesar asked.

"Well, it's basically confirmed that it's safe here. There are many places worth exploring here." Chu Zihang nodded and put a book about popular science on nature back on the table. It was originally placed there.

Even without relying on the radar of the sickle weasel, Caesar could guess that Chu Zihang was probably here. When the ghost ship hit him, he noticed that the other party was in the room at the bow of the ship, facing the first wave of impact.

The following plot is natural. He entered the ship based on the principle of capturing the thief first, slaughtering the captain, and then started exploring.

"This ship is the Netherworld. We have mentioned it before. Do you still remember it?" Chu Zihang said.

"Franklin Expeditionary Force?" Caesar was surprised.

"Yes, I found the Netherworld logo in some rooms on the boat, and the decoration on this boat was basically in line with that era."

"A ship that has been floating on the ice sea for more than a hundred years?" Caesar realized this chilling fact.

"And those ghosts, they also wandered with each other for so long," said Chu Zihang.

"In this way, we did a good thing to save them all." Caesar quickly regained his calmness, "It's still the kind of physical salvation."

"A closer search, we may be able to solve the mystery of the distress of Franklin's expedition and tell more people the truth about the story of these adventurers." Abbas said with respect.

This is a real unexpected gain. They were originally following the footsteps of the Dragon King, but they met an expedition ship from the mid-19th century. It seemed that the expedition team also met the same people as them.

Encountered, accidentally entered this Nibelon root.

Even though it was the most advanced expedition ship in the world at that time, with a powerful steam engine, front and rear steel decks, and even the world's first ship that can supply hot water, it still has no power to fight back in the realm of the Dragon King.

"I am very happy that you have a heart that respects history while chasing the Dragon King. But if I don't come up with a solution as soon as possible, we may also follow the footsteps of our predecessors," said Finger.

Caesar knew what Finger meant. If he stayed here for too long, they might become ghost-like things... Maybe it is more likely for the mixed race to become Deadpool?

"Senior Finger is right. No one can deny that if ordinary people stay in Nibelungen for a long time, their bodies will undergo any changes. We really don't have time to care about the historical truth." Abbas said.

"Even so, we have to figure out what happened on the ship at that time. This is likely to be a clue that we found Leviathan... Where is the captain's diary?" Caesar asked keenly.

Even if Mr. Gattuso did not play puzzle games and had the experience of collecting diary fragments on the map, he probably knew that the diary was often a clue throughout the entire mystery, especially in the mid-19th century Britain, where the captains wrote navigation logs.

tradition.

"I have searched for it, it doesn't exist." Chu Zihang said.

"Don't exist?" Caesar frowned and smelled a trace of weirdness.

"Maybe someone took it away." Chu Zihang said, looking straight into Caesar's eyes.

"That's really serious." Caesar pondered.

He did not think that the captain of the ship did not write a navigation log. The expedition team's mission was to complete the last puzzle on the world map. Under such a huge halo of glory, as the leader of the expedition team, it should be difficult to suppress the writing of the expedition team under such a huge halo of glory.

Something to heart.

The only possibility is that someone took it away.

"Start explore the work. Even if there is no captain's navigation log, there will always be diaries of ordinary crew members. There were so many crew members at that time, and I could always find a few itchy guys," said Caesar.

After the resettlement of the wounded on the Xiagu account, more and more specialists entered the Netherworld account and joined the search work.

No one knows whether there is a concept of time passing in Nibelung, but the sky is indeed darkening. Several searchlights are placed on the bow of the Xiagu ship, illuminating the decaying sailboat. The search work is expected to be

It lasted all night.

Chu Zihang returned to the bow of the Xiagu ship and looked at the sea of ​​ice under the night.

Unbelievable, after nightfall, the thick fog dissipated a little, and the ice was shining brightly, like shells scattered in the sea, shiny.

A bright and weird crescent moon hung in the air, emitting a strange light. It is impossible to tell whether it was the real moon or just a background board, like "Trueman's World".

He picked up a low-intensity cocktail and spit gently, reflecting his thoughtful appearance.

In fact, the captain's log was in his shirt pocket. If Caesar could think about it carefully, he would find that Chu Zihang, who rushed into the ship first, was the primary suspect.

The reason why he didn't hand over the diary immediately was that when he flipped it casually, he found some content that made him feel creepy.

"I can't believe that the island exists. It is as warm as spring, and it is isolated from all cold. Even the sky is clear and clear. I bet that if there is a place called the end of this world, it must refer to that island."

As soon as he witnessed this sentence, he heard Caesar's footsteps in the corridor. After hesitating for a few years, he instinctively put the diary into his shirt pocket, and instead picked up a popular science book to pretend.

He didn't decide to hide this diary. His reaction at that time was purely instinct... Maybe it was instinct telling him not to let others know about the existence of this diary first.

He recalled the description of this passage again, and when he moved somewhere in his heart, his breathing became heavier.
Chapter completed!