Crondo Statham stood on the deck, a gust of wind blew from the sea, warm, moist and salty, the air seemed to sink with the clouds, the rising sun was looming in the clouds, and occasionally seabirds passed by above the fleet, leaving behind a few straight smoke traces.

While enjoying the sea breeze, he conceived a paper in his mind titled "An investigation report on the crude behavior and cruel behavior of the barbaric natives of Verlost."

[These dark natives are ignorant, have bad tempers, bad attitudes, and have pungent physical odors. They are tall and do not cover their bodies. They are never allowed to be approached by kindness, generous and gentle people. Courtesy makes them angry, and kindness makes them angry. Any rational behavior can only win their thunderous anger. To outsiders, they are like a black bear stealing honey, and find a bee flying into it...]

"Mr. Captain." A sailor whispered.

[They mainly rely on expressions, pictures and dancing hands to communicate with the outside world. Among these methods, the latter is often the easiest to understand. Although we found in our investigation that there should be a certain language between these indigenous people, in fact...]

"Mr. Captain." The sailor's voice became louder, covering up the waves, the sea breeze and the roar of the boiler, "We are about to enter the port!"

Cronto came back from his thoughts and looked up at the front. The sea was still endless, but he could feel that the blue sea on both sides was becoming narrow, and under the distant sky, he seemed to see some dark shadows.

There are many signs that they are returning to Eladia, such as the reappearance of the caster's ability, the magic communication between the warships and warships has returned to normal, His Highness Blackia has become energetic again, etc. As early as a month ago, they resumed contact with the Empire's West Coast General Command, and since then, the ground forces have begun to provide continuous communication guidance support.

Based on the shared charts between the two sides, the weather and speed displays are estimated. Before sunset, the Empire's Ocean Fleet can successfully arrive at the West Coast Military Harbor.

In the next hour, many sailor crew members came onto the deck and looked forward to it. Blackia also rose to the sky from time to time. Her condition was not good. Her already skinny body became thinner, but she was unexpectedly in good spirits.

After entering Verlost in the second half of the voyage, she lost most of her strength and sneaked into the cold and wet bottom of the hull to sleep. When the return journey was halfway through, the vigorous magic in her body became active again, and Blaxia gradually regained her confidence. Now, the excitement and enthusiasm of returning to the nest captured this little female dragon. She couldn't wait to see Caesar, Gallon, Angelamo and her new city.

Cronto was also inspired by the gradual approach of the Northland coast. The papers conceived in his mind had been added to several pages. He had to describe the indigenous people of Velost as in detail as possible, and at the same time he was not afraid to smear with the greatest malicious intentions, so that the royal court believed that building friendly relations with the indigenous people of Velost was just a piece of paper, and he devoted his energy to the path of conquest by force, thereby further expanding the imperial fleet.

Crondo made such a decision, and secretly selfish thoughts.

As the commander-in-chief of the Ocean Fleet, he was of course happy to see the expansion of the sea power of the Black Wing Empire. The pursuit of power, wealth, power and status was only one of the goals. Witnessing the fleet that covered the sky with one's eyes was the scene that Cronto expected, and monopolizing the hegemony of Eladia was also the lifelong goal of every sailor. If he had the opportunity, he would of course spare no effort to fight for it.

Besides, in his opinion, he did not exaggerate. The Verlost natives who were keen on tribal wars and headhunting cannibals were indeed not considered humans. In the description of his paper, the pronoun used to describe those damn guys was always "them".

"Woo"

The crew heard the whimpering sound from afar, looked curiously in that direction, pointed and talked excitedly to each other. It was the sound of the main ship of the Northern Dawn Ship Group. As the main battleship that was finally delivered to the navy, the Northern Dawn Ship is larger than the Empire's Grass and the Holy Dragon Breath, and is equipped with a more complex weapon system and an excellent cruise system. Its area of ​​responsibility is the coast of the Empire, and it shoulders the important task of protecting the entire Northern Empire.

The paint of the morning light in the north is clear white. From a distance, it looks like a sacred island stretching across the sea.

They are coming soon!

The ocean-going fleet quickly dispersed and began to slow down. The reconnaissance ships, frigates and supply ships all pulled their speed to the minimum speed limit range, and placed them in a vertical queue and allowed the Imperial Grip to stand out. They wanted their main ship to enter the West Coast port first. This was a kind of glory and a symbol.

On the other hand, the ground personnel in the dock were doing the final preparations. When they saw the huge body of the ocean main ship appeared in the sight of the sight that was within reach, the technicians began to shout loudly, and the gates were opened with the creaking sound of gears and hinges, and the twelve barges left the dock at full speed.

They surround the Imperial Grip, helping this guy control speed and correct the final channel.

There is no sound on the harbor. Is this the prosperous West Coast port in people's perception, but another West Coast Empire's heavily guarded military port. Imagination of people's welcome, bathing in flowers and cheering does not exist here. There are only dedicated staff and solemn army on the harbor. However, some officials have preserved the scene of the empire holding the harbor with record crystals for later announcement.

Cronto came out of the cabin and took the crew sailors down the escalator in an orderly manner and boarded the barge. In the other direction, there were immediately many workers and the wild boar people affiliated with the Dock General Floor, the Red Lotus Goblin and the humans ascended to the Imperial Grade. They were responsible for unloading some unnecessary materials and goods on the warships and conducting a March inspection, maintenance and repair work on the entire ocean fleet.

After transferring the boat, Crondo Statham finally stepped onto the solid and heavy land. He took a deep breath. The familiar dry and hot breath of the north land penetrated into his heart with his breath. The previous boring heat was full of intimacy and joy this time. There were many things to do when returning to Crondo, who had returned to the north.

But before that, he had to complete one thing: meet the Emperor of the Empire.

The teleportation array is ready and goes straight to the Black Winged Court. Cronto has never enjoyed such treatment before, and his expression is a bit unnatural.

To be honest, it is impossible to be nervous. He himself does not believe it. The Black Dragon Emperor is the supreme ruler of the entire northern empire and one of the most powerful and extraordinary existences in Ailadia. It is majestic, powerful, mysterious, cruel... A single adjective is difficult to describe. Countless legends are spread to the mainland with the name of Targrian as a gimmick and origin. Mortals can only see the inadvertently revealed scales and claws from the fog. Just this little detail is enough to make them frightened and unable to sleep all night.

That is the dragon king who controls life and death, power and power.

In addition, Crondo did not forget that he angered Blackshia by the decision-making issues of the sea monster Prodolke, and eventually attracted the attention of His Majesty the Emperor. At that time, the Black Dragon Emperor did not say anything, but few people could understand the true thoughts of the Black Dragon Emperor. Crondo probably guessed that it was because they were carrying out a mission and His Majesty was unwilling to intervene more. Now if the royal court intends to liquidate, he has no way to escape punishment.

"The Empire is with me."

Crondo looked at his instrument, sorted out the thoughts in his mind, took a deep breath, and finally stepped into the teleportation array.
Chapter completed!