The fleet did not wait for dark, because the expedition had already been known to everyone, and it didn't matter whether it was secrecy or not - even if MI7's Matthias? Shore had already combed Stormwind back a few times, but there was still no guarantee that he hadn't pulled down a few fish that had been bought by Onexia.

After boarding, the flotilla sailed straight out of port. To Diego's surprise, the fleet did not act in groups, but dispersed and headed east.

Soon, the other ships were no longer visible, and only their lone ship sailed on the white sea, which left Diego a little confused.

"Hey guys, can anyone explain what's going on?" He went straight to the captain's room and asked.

"This is the route set by the Duke of Fotagen, and we can't risk being caught together by the black dragon," the captain replied calmly, "You know, the sea is no better than the land, the black dragon only needs to breathe once, it can burn our ship, and humans are no better than Naga and fishmen, and without the ship, no matter how powerful a warrior is, he will not survive at sea." ”

"So, we're going to see luck?" Diego's face turned pale and worried, and he glanced out of the hatch, as if he was worried that a dragon would come at any moment.

"Yes, it's not us who want to win." The captain replied, he did not look at all worried, and had a kind of optimism characteristic of a seaman. In their opinion, this black dragon was less dangerous than a storm without warning.

"What about His Majesty? What if his boat is found by Onexia? ”

"Then it's the black dragon himself that needs to be worried, you know, almost half of the royal mages and paladins are on that boat?"

Diego relaxed a little. But I still feel that there is something wrong, but I can't say that there is anything wrong. Before leaving the captain's room. Walk to your cabin, when you're almost there. He suddenly realized that since that audience half a month ago, he had not seen His Majesty the King again, and neither had the other nobles.

"There must be some reason for this!" He said to himself, he pondered for most of the night, and he didn't think of a reason for the pain in his brain, and finally had to give up and fall asleep.

In the darkness, the ship sailed southwest for the whole night. It wasn't until dawn that he was adjusting his course and headed straight west. Above the vast sea, with no coast or islands in sight, sailors relied on the direction of the stars and the sun to navigate themselves.

In the early morning sun, they maneuvered the heavy battleship with ease, full of confidence as the ship's name. Yes, the boat is called a self-signal, and Diego knew its name as soon as he got on board.

All the crew was busy. Sailors washed the deck. The sailman adjusts the sails, while the gunners wipe down the guns and clean the chambers, and the quartermaster busily checks and counts the supplies in the bilge, which is the lifeblood of the whole ship for the rest of the journey. Don't dare to be sloppy at all.

It was not only Diego and his gang who rode the signal, but also another nobleman - Loy? Jangorod and his guards. Coincidentally, the territory of the Jangorod family is also in the Wild West. But in the north. Because of the rich Jangorod Mine – unlike Diego who worked for the royal family, the family really owned a gold mine of their own – Roy? Jangorod's pomp was much bigger. His guard alone numbered more than sixty people, twice as many as Diego.

However, the Jangorod family did not have a good reputation among the common people. When the Brotherhood of Defia wreaked havoc in the Wild West a few years ago, they did nothing but guard their gold mines and make a fortune. For this kind of person, Diego has no intention of making friends, although they are in the same boat, Diego has never visited him, let alone had any in-depth exchanges.

Due to the carriage of war horses, the warship, which could originally carry more than 300 passengers, was packed. However, not everyone can adapt to this undulating life at sea, and seasickness is common. Horse droppings, vomit, drowning...... All kinds of strange smells are mixed together, and even those who don't get seasick will have two mouthfuls of vomiting. Except when it was time to sleep, almost no one wanted to stay in a stuffy and damp cabin.

The same is true of Diego, who often climbs the mast and looks to the west, hoping to see the coastline sooner, but as time passes, more than a month later, he still does not see any land, in fact, not even an island or even a reef where he can stay.

According to the captain of the signal, not seeing the islands means that they are not going the wrong way, because almost all the islands of the Endless Sea are in the hands of the Naga, and seeing the islands means that you are not far from these cruel and vicious serpentine creatures. You may still be able to escape if you fall into the hands of pirates of another race, but these Naga pirates never leave anything alive, and sometimes it's hard to determine if they're plundering merchant ships for supplies or just for fun.

It was a long expedition, and the patience and will of all people were tested by time and the dull life at sea. The vast sea is empty and lonely day after day, and there is no other color except the different shades of blue of the sea and the sky. The slightest movement: a flock of seabirds flying by, a school of fish swimming, or a dolphin jumping out of the water can thrill this group of bored passengers for a long time. In the midst of such a tormented day, although they knew that they were facing a mighty dragon ahead, the mad men, tormented by emptiness and boredom, began to look forward to getting up early to reach Theramore, and began to look forward to the gloomy and dark, filthy and foul-smelling swamp full of mud and stinking ditches, which could bring them glory or death.

The Night Elves were much quieter among the frenetic crowd of passengers, and they were no strangers to the long sea journey from the Black Coast to Minethil. As long as there is wine, he never thinks life is difficult.

But the others couldn't take it anymore, and that morning, Diego came to the captain's room again.

"Mr. Captain, how long do we have to get there?"

"Soon, based on past experience, another week will be about the same." The captain said impatiently, that this group of irritable passengers had been asking him this question for a while, and that he was really fed up with these landlubbers who had never traveled far away.

"I'm afraid it's going to take two weeks, if the monsoon doesn't get stronger." The first mate on the side added.

Diego rubbed Tao Tao's head in annoyance, and couldn't help but sigh. The thought of having to spend a week or more on the boring and disgusting sea bumps made him feel the urge to jump into the sea.

At this moment, on the high mast, the lookout suddenly shouted loudly.

"Captain, you'd better come out and take a look, the weather seems to be wrong!"

"What's going on?" The captain walked out of the stern with some dissatisfaction, and Diego followed closely behind him.

As soon as he stepped out of the hatch, Diego felt that the wind at sea seemed to be stronger, and he glanced at the lookout above him, and then looked in the direction the latter was facing, but he saw nothing.

"Wow, it's a headwind! Bad news, I'm afraid we'll have to get to Theramore a few days late. The captain dipped his finger in the spittle, then let it cross the wind, feeling the speed of the wind blowing through his fingers.

"How wide? Can we get around it? He asked, looking up at the lookout.

"I'm afraid not, sir, I don't see the edge of it." The latter replied.

"Hell!" The captain couldn't help but curse, he turned his head and shouted at the helmsman above the stern, "The right rudder is full, the sails are full, we must go to Okaz Island to take refuge!" ”

"Are you sure, Captain, it's not a good place, those basilistries will eat us raw, and they won't even need salt or mustard!" The helmsman was startled and shouted in disbelief.

"Then we have to meet them!" The captain roared.

"What's going on?" Looking at the angry captain, Diego thought inexplicably, he inexplicably blessed himself with an eagle eye technique, looked at the sea to the west, and then, he couldn't help but curse.

"Hell!" He muttered.

At the end of his line of sight, under the western sky, a wall of black clouds stretched between the sea and the sky. Above the abyssally dim sky, the dark clouds kept rolling violently, as if there were countless demons stirring up waves in it; A funnel-shaped tornado swayed like a giant serpent across the sea, devouring every qiē it could see. Between the clouds, purple lightning flashed constantly, whipping the sea, as if the end was near.

Diego suddenly realizes that humanity is so small in the face of this majestic force of nature, and the only thing he can do is to find a place to hide before this angry storm comes, in order to pray for escape. (To be continued......)