Black Dragon Code

Clendo Stansson was standing on the deck. A gust of wind blew from the sea, warm, humid, and salty. The air seemed to sink with the clouds. The sun was looming in the clouds. Occasionally, seabirds were rowing from above the fleet. Pass, leaving a few straight smoke trails.

While enjoying the sea breeze, he devised a essay in his head entitled "A Report on the Investigation of the Rough Behavior and Cruelty of Villost's Savage Aborigines".

[The dark-skinned natives are ignorant, grumpy, bad-mannered, and pungent. They are tall, undressed, and never allow kind and generous people to approach. Politeness irritates and affectionates them, and any rational behavior can only win their thunder. To foreigners, they are like a honey-stealing black bear who finds a bee flying into it ...]

"Mr. Captain," a sailor whispered.

[They mainly rely on expressions, pictures and dancing to communicate with the outside world. Of these methods, the latter is often the most understandable. Although in our investigation we found that there should be some language among these indigenous people, in fact ...]

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

Clendor returned from his contemplation, looking up at the front, and the sea was still endless, but he could feel that the blue ocean on both sides was becoming narrow, and in the distant sky, he seemed to see some dark shadows. .

There are many indications that they are returning to Elladia, such as the reappearance of the caster's ability, the magical communication between warships and warships has returned to normal, His Royal Highness Blackhia has become energetic, etc. As early as a month ago, they Re-established contact with the Empire's West Coast Command, and since then, ground forces have continued to provide communications guidance support.

Based on the shared charts, weather, and speed indicators shared by both parties, it is estimated that before sunset, the Empire's Grip Ocean Fleet can smoothly reach the West Coast military port.

In the next hour, many sailors and crew members boarded the deck and looked forward to it, and Blackxia rose to the sky from time to time. Her condition did not look good. She was already thinner and thinner, but she was mental It was unexpectedly good.

After entering Villost in the second half of the voyage, she lost most of her strength and slept into the cold and wet hull bottom to sleep. When the return journey was over half, the strong magic in the body was reactivated, and Blackhia gradually recovered his confidence. Now, The little dragon was captured by the excitement and eagerness to return home, and she couldn't wait to see Caesar, Gallon, Angramo, and her new city.

Clendor was also inspired by his approach to the North Coast. The paper he had conceived had been added to several pages. He had to describe the Velosite indigenous people in as much detail as possible, and at the same time did not hesitate to smear with the greatest maliciousness, so that the king The court believed that building friendly relations with the natives of Villost was nothing more than a piece of paper. They devoted their energies to the road of military conquest to further expand the Empire fleet.

Clendo made roughly such a decision, and secretly acted in secret.

As the chief commander of the Ocean Fleet, of course he was happy to see that the maritime power of the Black Wing Empire continued to expand. The pursuit of strength, wealth, power, and status was only one of the goals. It was Crendo who saw the sun-shadowing fleet. Looking forward to the situation, monopolizing Iradidia's maritime hegemony is also a lifelong goal of every sailor. If given the opportunity, of course he will spare no effort to fight for it.

Moreover, in his opinion, he did not exaggerate himself. Those Villost indigenous people who are keen on tribal warfare and headhunting are indeed not human. In the description of his thesis, the pronouns that describe the group of **** guys are always "they".

"Woo--"

The crew heard the whine coming from a distance, curiously looked and pointed in that direction, and excitedly talked to each other. That was the voice of the main ship of the Northern Morning Fleet. As the main battleship delivered to the Navy, the North The Chenxi is larger than the grip of the empire and the breath of the Holy Dragon. It is also equipped with more complex weapon systems and better cruise systems. Its area of ​​responsibility is the empire's offshore, and it shoulders the responsibility of protecting the entire northern empire.

The northern morning light is bright white and looks far away, like a sacred island across the sea.

They are coming soon!

The ocean fleet quickly dispersed and began to slow down. The reconnaissance ships, frigates, and supply ships all pulled their speed to the lowest speed limit. They were placed in a vertical queue and the Empire's Grip could ride on the dust. They had to let their main ship go first Enter the West Coast port. This is a glory and a symbol.

On the other side, the ground personnel inside the dock are doing the final preparations. When the huge body of the ocean-going main ship appears in sight, the technicians start shouting loudly, and a squeak of gears and hinges China was opened and twelve feeder ships left the dock at full speed.

They circle around the Empire's Grip, helping the big guy control the speed and correct the final course.

There is no sound at the port. This is not the prosperous West Coast port as people know it, but another West Coast-the imperially guarded military harbor. Imagine that the people welcomed, bathed in flowers and cheered. The scene does not exist here. The port has only dedicated staff and a solemn army, but some officials have saved the scene of the empire's grasp in the port with a record crystal for later release.

Clendor came out of the cabin and took the crew and sailors off the escalator and boarded the barge in an orderly manner. In the other direction, many workers and wild boars, red lotus gnomes and humans affiliated to the dockyard immediately boarded the empire. They are responsible for unloading some unnecessary materials and cargo on the warships, and conducting a three-month inspection, maintenance and repair of the entire ocean fleet.

After the transfer by the transfer ship, Clendo Stansson finally set foot on the solid and heavy land. He took a deep breath, and the familiar dry and hot breath of the Northland filled his heart and spleen with his breath, which was boring and hot in the past. This time, full of intimacy and joy, Crondo returned to the North with much to do.

But before that, he had to do one thing: meet the emperor.

The teleportation circle is ready to go to the Black Wing Court. Corendo has not enjoyed such treatment before ~ ​​www.ltnovel.com ~ The look is a bit unnatural.

To be honest, it is impossible to say that you are not nervous. He himself does not believe that the Emperor Black Dragon is the supreme ruler of the entire Northern Empire and one of the most powerful and extraordinary beings of Elladia, majestic, powerful, mysterious, cruel ... Single adjectives are difficult to describe, countless legends use Tangerian's name as a gimmick and origin to extoll the continent, and mortals can only glimpse the indiscriminately revealed scales and claws from the mist, and just this small detail is enough to make them Fearful, it was difficult all night.

It is the King of Dragons who controls life and death, power and power.

In addition, Clendor did not forget that he was provoked by the sea monster Prodork's decision-making problem and eventually attracted the emperor's attention. At that time, the Black Dragon Emperor didn't say anything, but few people could understand the true thoughts of the Black Dragon Emperor. Clendor probably guessed that it was because they were carrying out the task and His Majesty did not want to interfere more. Now if Wang Ting intends to liquidate, he There is no way to escape punishment.

"The empire is with me."

Klendo looked at his meter, sorted out his thoughts, took a deep breath, and finally stepped into the teleportation circle.