The royal city of Ovieje in the Kingdom of Scandinaja has a large public port - Antwerp.

The port was a window of communication between the royal city and the outside world, a place of call for nobles, wealthy merchants and wealthy tourists coming to and from Ovie.

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

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

This area is known as the first area, and it is the best port area near the sea in the entire Wangcheng, including the draft, waterway, and ability to withstand wind and waves.

The second area next to it is a little worse.

The riots in Wangcheng have not affected the port area for the time being, which is the backbone of Wangcheng's economy, so it is heavily defended.

If it weren't for the coming of the blizzard, many people would probably have fled from here.

Now, apparently, that is not the case.

There is still a possibility of survival if you stay here, and you don't know how to die when you go to sea in this snowstorm.

However, under the snowstorm.

A dhow swayed on the surface of the sea, close to the harbor, and only a burly figure on the small boat was draped in a layer of snowflakes and vigorously sailed the ship towards the harbor.

Finally, the boat managed to overcome the wind and waves and the obstruction of other ships docked in the harbor and docked on the shore of the second area of the port of Antwerp.

The tall and burly figure secured the boat, picked up a package and jumped to the shore, and shook the snow off his body vigorously, revealing that it was covered by snowflakes.

The gray hair, the menacing countenance and the scars on the face make it seem that this is a character who is not easy to get along with.

It was Moto, who had already resigned from his position as commodore . Risti.

He resigned from his position as brigadier general after a clashing with Mawson at the Navy headquarters more than half a year ago.

Later, he travels to the New World to investigate the news of the pirates who escaped from him at the time.

During this 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 I was indeed humiliating myself at that time.

He couldn't accomplish such an achievement if he was stationed there, and he had already let go of his prejudices.

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

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

Unexpectedly, the other party slowly grew stronger, and he also traveled a lot of places to find this information.

Now, finally caught some of his own tails.

Risty looked at the place where the fire came from the royal city, and the sound of battle.

He whispered to himself, "Is this your trick again?" Matthews. Lore. ”

Tightening his wraps, he stepped on the already snow-white ground and headed towards the royal city.

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

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In the outer waters of the Scandinaya Kingdom, the three warships led by Mawson were quietly docked on the sea.

Within a nautical mile in front of them was a violent blizzard, 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!

Don't be too surprised when anything happens in this part of the sea.

Because no one can fathom the climate here.

"Captain Cecil, according to your calculations, it will be a long time before the blizzard stops."

Mawson stood on the deck of the navy on a sunny day, looking ahead at the area that looked like an entrance to hell and asked the navigator on the side.

Cecil and his sailing team were also scrambling to calculate the data.

In order to get a more accurate calculation.

This sudden outbreak of extreme weather conditions is not normal, and can be distinguished by the intensity of the blizzard, what is still starting to weaken, and so on.

Because they came suddenly, they went suddenly.

It's almost evening, and it takes a little more to stay on the surface of the sea a little longer.

"Your Excellency, according to our calculations, this blizzard is expected to last another half an hour to an hour."

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

Cecil hurried over to salute and report.

"Half an hour? Not long. Mawson stood quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You say, if it's this weather, what are the chances of an accident if there were ships sailing in there."

Before Cecil could speak, the old demon on his shoulder had already spoken.

"This kind of weather, it's not me who blows, one goes in and sinks one, and two ships sink a pair, if it doesn't sink, it must have a leg with the goddess of fate."

"Your Excellency Major General, Your Excellency the Demon is right, unless you are blessed by the god of the sea, the consequences of entering are unimaginable."

Cecil also thought that Mawson had the idea of taking risks, and his answer also had a vague reminder.

The old demon gave Cecil an approving look on Mawson's shoulder: "You kid is very polite and discerning, and Ben Shuai Bird likes it very much." ”

Mawson ignored the narcissistic old demon and whispered to the extreme weather in the distance: "That's good, it seems that even if there are pirates, they won't be able to run away for a while." ”

"Tell me to go down, rest for half an hour, and prepare for battle after half an hour."

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In the inner area of the royal city, the soldiers of the kingdom are fighting the rioting civilians in full swing.

With the help of the fortified walls of the inner city, the kingdom army has been resisting the riot for nearly an hour.

Inside the palace, King Prus III of Scandinaia walked around with an anxious expression, and many of the kingdom ministers around him also looked terrified.

"These damn pariahs, how dare they, the kingdom feeds them, as kings just collect some due taxes, these people are not grateful to Dade, even if they dare to make trouble."

"When the navy comes, all these untouchables will be executed."

Prius III's bright blonde hair was already wet with sweat, and it was clear that it was snowing outside, but he was sweating all the time, and his body was trembling slightly.

"Tell me quickly, where is the navy, the rescue information has been sent out for so long, why is there no news yet."

Pruss III yelled at his soldiers.

"yes, why didn't those navies come to the rescue soon?"

"If this is ...... by those mobs"

"Bah, how are you talking, there are so many soldiers outside, how can there be a mob rushing in."

"Yes, yes, I will definitely be able to withstand all those sinners!"

The entire palace chamber was a mess, and the nobles who were usually high and high above were now in fear like lost dogs.

At that moment, the door of the council chamber was pushed open, and a man in a purple-black tuxedo, with a blonde face and a pleasant look, walked in with a wooden staff.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here to save you."

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