The setting sun has fallen, and the night has swallowed up the twilight. The sea was boundless, and the distant outlines to the south were lost in the rising darkness. From dusk to night, fighting and shouting are gone, and the only thing that remains constant is the mighty sea breeze, which flows from east to west without stopping. Kei

"Hoo!...Hoo hoo!..."

The east wind filled the sails, making a creaking shake. The two longships, full of battle marks, staggered like this, and sailed to the west like flying.

The wind was very strong, and the torches were lit at the bow of the boat, and several people guarded them in the middle to barely leave the flames. The figures on the boat swayed, bandaged each other's wounds, and then collapsed silently on the deck. Everyone looked like jellyfish that had lost their strength, spitting bubbles silently, and they couldn't even hear the sound of breathing.

The old militiaman Chihuaco stood silently at the bow, motionless, like an old wooden sculpture. He stared at the dark night, covering the lightless sea. The firelight behind him descended from the deck, went deep into the cabin, reappeared a moment later, and returned to him.

"Captain Qi..."

Hearing this call, the old militiaman trembled a little, and finally some anger appeared on his face. He stretched out his red-dyed palms to cover his eye sockets, as if he was blocking the glare of the fire. He has always liked the bright hall, but at this moment, the darkness will be more tolerant to him.

"How is it?" Kei

The voice of the old militiaman was a little hoarse, maybe he was too tired, or maybe he hurt his throat from shouting too much. And the trembling in that voice seemed to be afraid of something.

"There are twenty-nine people left on the flagship. Fourteen were slightly injured and seven were seriously injured. They were all bandaged up as much as possible..."

Hearing this, the old militiaman pursed his lips and didn't speak, but his fingers couldn't stop shaking. He had forty-two people on board before the afternoon breakout began. The entire fleet has more than 160 people. And now...

The old militiaman raised his head and looked at the sea behind him. There, another breakout longship, also hoisting its sails, struggled to follow the flagship.

"How are they?"

"It should be about the same as ours. As for the specific number...you have to wait until the daytime to ask with the flag. Or, you can stop the ship now..."

"Can't stop! Keep going." Kei

The old militiaman shook his head. He stared at the drowsy sea, felt the increasing wind, and gritted his teeth.

"The storm is right behind us, chasing us... and there's not much food on board..."

"Well. I saw that three days are enough... The good news is that according to the current speed of the ship, three days is enough for us to cross the hostile coast of Totonac!"

Hearing this, the old militiaman raised his head and glanced at the torch for the first time. Under the dimly swaying torch, his eyes were cloudy and red. He stared at it slowly for a while, looked at the flickering fire, and nodded slowly.

"You are right, Mecate... I should have made a decision earlier and let the fleet enter the deep sea..."

"The Lord God bless us!..."

Priest Mecate held a torch, carefully shielded from the wind. He prayed in a low voice before sighing. Kei

"Captain Chivaco, you've done a good job! . . . before this afternoon, no one could have imagined . . . After hesitating, he jumped at us directly...like...like a poisonous snake that has been waiting for a long time and has already aimed at it..."

"Venomous snake..."

The old militiaman pursed his lips, lowered his head, and chewed the word. After a while, he spoke again.

"In the cabin... how many of them... are you okay?"

"Well. None of the four children were injured. When I went down just now, Tidan was still ignorant and asked me where my grandpa went..."

"What did you say?"

"I told her, don't worry. The little grandpa will take good care of them...always take good care of them..." Kei

Hearing this, the old militiaman stretched out his hand, slowly pressed it on his heart, and took a deep breath for a while. His eyes gradually became clear and then gradually deepened, just like the sea at this moment. He watched silently, and the priest of Mecate in front of him also looked at him. And the flickering torch was right on the chest of the two of them, illuminating half of their faces, leaving the other half in the shadows.

"Mecart..."

"Captain Qi?"

"I want to ask you a question."

"Ask."

"This afternoon, before the breakout...why did you force Tikalo to die? Do you really...don't believe him?"

The voice of the old militiaman was very soft and hoarse. Priest Mecate raised his eyebrows and glanced at the dark sky, but saw no stars that could guide him. He looked at it in silence for a while, and then replied softly. Kei

"For the kingdom..."

"For the kingdom?"

"Yes. Ticaro, he's uncontrollable."

"Can not control?"

"Um."

Mekat nodded, explaining calmly, with a faint, rare killing intent in his voice.

"He knows King Avit, and has always wanted to send the proton of the Mayapan royal family to the capital city in the lake... But, the real place for these two children... is the capital of Qin Congcan... They belong to the kingdom! Not the alliance. "Ki

"..."

Hearing this cold answer, the old militiaman Chihuaco pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time. He just stared at the frank-looking Priest Mecate with deep eyes, and watched in silence for a long time, as if he recognized it for the first time.

In the end, the old militiaman Chivaco shook his head, looked at Priest Mecate in the shadows, and sighed softly.

"Perhaps, you are right... His Majesty should hand over the fleet to you..."

"No."

Priest Mecate also shook his head. He held up the torch, looked at Chivaco in the flames, and replied sincerely.

"The Lord God bears witness! Captain Qi, you are the best captain!..." Ji

The wind is more urgent. Just a few breaths, the torch held high was blown out by the howling east wind, and the conversation came to an end. The two people at the bow stood in the darkness, looking at the lightless sea side by side, and staring at the unknown road ahead.

Behind them, a deep storm overturned on the sea~lightnovelpub.net~ came in pursuit at a faster speed than a long ship!

"Lord God! May you bless us and survive the storm!..."

The speed of the storm was very fast. There was no sunshine in the morning of the second day, only the strong wind that rolled up the waves, and the raindrops that fell. As soon as the people on board shouted their devout prayers, they were swallowed up by the wind and rain. The two dilapidated longships were like toys in the hands of the Sea God, shaking and undulating in the violent waves, unable to control themselves at all.

However, Sea God's mood and anger are always unpredictable, like a fickle child. He stirred up the waves, played with the wooden toy for a while, and threw it to the west. After a long time, His interest came again, so he picked up the wooden boat again, spun and shook it, moved it casually for a while, and then threw it again.

"Lord God! No! Don't!..."

This kind of casual play lasted for three full days! Until everyone on the flagship screamed in panic, watching the other long ship behind it completely disintegrate in the storm, turning into pieces of wood, and people sinking into the bottom of the sea one by one. Then, a wave several meters high hit, and all traces disappeared in an instant! Kei

Until this time, Seagod seemed a little tired of playing. He turned the direction of the storm, and the cloud turned a corner, spent the day, roared, and departed.

"The sun? ... The sun! The sun is out! ..."

"Ah! The Lord God bless us, let the sun down!"

"Where are we... where are we?"

The people on the flagship were hungry, and they tied themselves tightly to various parts of the longship. The bright sun falls from the blue sky, illuminating the sparkling sea, like a dreamy beauty.

The only thing that remains the same is the strong wind blowing to the west. It is far more patient than a storm, and it goes on and on, taking the longship farther west, farther west, farther west!