A Day in the Pirate World

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Auvier, the royal city of the Scandinavian Kingdom, has a large public port - Antwerp.

This port is the window of communication between the royal city and the outside world, and it is the place where nobles, wealthy businessmen, and some wealthy tourists who travel to and from Auvier stop.

The port of Antwerp is divided into several areas, no, it should be said that it is divided into two areas.

One is a port dedicated to high-level dignitaries such as nobles, world government officials, and navy, and the ships of other people cannot dock in this area.

This area is called the first area, and it is the best port area in the entire Wangcheng near the sea, including draft, waterway, and ability to withstand wind and waves. It deserves to be number one.

The second area separated next to it is a little worse.

The riots in Wangcheng have not affected the port area for the time being. This is the pillar area of ​​Wangcheng's economy, so the defense is tight.

If it weren't for the coming of the blizzard, many people might have escaped from here.

Now, obviously, there is no such idea.

There is still a possibility of survival if you stay here. If you go to sea under such a snowstorm, you don't know how you will die.

However, under the wind and snow.

A small sloop appeared unsteadily on the sea near the port, and there was only a burly figure on the small boat covered with a layer of snowflakes to steer the ship towards the port.

Finally, the boat struggled through the wind and waves and the obstacles of other ships docked in the port, and docked on the shore of the second area of ​​Antwerp port.

The tall and burly figure fixed the boat, carried a package on his back and jumped onto the shore. He shook the snow off his body vigorously, revealing his appearance covered by snowflakes.

With gray hair, a sinister face and scars on his face, this is a character that is not easy to get along with.

It was Mottoristi, who had resigned from the post of Commodore.

He had resigned from his position as brigadier general since he had a fiasco in the conflict with Mo Sen at the Navy Headquarters more than half a year ago.

Later, he came to the New World to investigate the news of the pirate group that escaped from him at that time.

During this period of time, Mawson's news continued, and he already knew what the other party was doing in the Chambord Islands.

Only then did I realize that it was indeed self-inflicted humiliation.

If he had been stationed there by himself, he would not be able to accomplish such an achievement, and he had already let go of his prejudices.

For him who has been fighting pirates for most of his life, the most important obsession now is to catch the pirates that escaped from him before he resigned.

He has spent more than half a year on this. He originally thought that a small character like the other party would be eliminated by the cruel environment here after entering the new world.

Unexpectedly, the other party gradually grew stronger, and he found this information after traveling to many places.

Now, finally caught some tails of his own.

Risti looked at the place where the flames came from the royal city and the sound of the battle.

He whispered to himself: "Is this your trick again? Xiu Siluoer."

Tightening the package tightly, he stepped on the snow-white ground and headed towards the royal city.

Rows of footprints appeared, and were soon covered by the wind and snow, leaving no trace.

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In the outer waters of the Scandinavian Kingdom, three warships led by Mo Sen quietly docked on the sea.

Less than one nautical mile in front of them was a violent snowstorm, and those violent waves were even more than ten meters high.

It is obviously not difficult to overturn a few warships.

This is the new world!

In this sea area, there is no need to be too surprised if anything happens.

Because no one can fathom the climate here.

"Captain Cecil, according to your calculations, how long will it take for the blizzard to stop."

Mo Sen stood on the sunny naval deck, looking at the area ahead that looked like the entrance to hell, and asked the navigator beside him.

Cecil and his navigation team are also urgently calculating various data.

In order to obtain more accurate calculations.

This sudden burst of extreme weather conditions is not like normal conditions and can be distinguished based on the intensity of the blizzard, what is still starting to fade, and so on.

Because they come suddenly and go suddenly.

It was almost evening now, and staying on the sea for a while longer would be more risky.

"Reporting to Your Excellency, Major General, according to our calculations, this snowstorm is expected to last for half an hour to an hour."

Several people discussed urgently for a while and came to a general conclusion.

Cecil hurried over to salute and report.

"Half an hour? It's not too long." Mo Sen stood quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.