Wren stood on deck against the cold sea breeze.

Over the past two days, the steamer has continued north through the Gogouli Strait and finally arrived in Hytock.

It was a port city with a constant stream of passing ships, and as the first ice-free port on the return route from the New World, almost every ship would stop here, contributing to the prosperity of Hightock.

Haitok is the capital and largest city of the Balthi Sea Kingdom.

More than forty percent of the people of the entire duchy lived in Haitok, and with a large floating population, the number of people in the city exceeded half a million, making it the largest city even in the Empire.

The indigenous people of Balshi are the Mohe, also known as the Mohehai people.

They live by fishing and hunting in the sea, and like most of the world's coastal nations, they believe in the Lord of the Storm.

More than a dozen miles away from the sea, Wren saw a tall Storm Temple standing in the middle of the city of Hightock, located on the side of the harbor.

In front of the temple, there is also a huge statue of a hundred meters high, in the form of a majestic human male, topless, extremely strong, holding a trident, eyes like electricity, watching every ship that passes in front of him, as if he will be punished at any moment.

The steamer sails into the dock from the foot of the statue of the Lord of the Storm.

The mercenaries on the ship silently saluted him, even if most of them were not followers of the Lord of the Storm.

Wren followed the local customs, and also owed a debt, silently reciting the phrase "storm shelter".

He felt a terrifying aura of divine power on this magnificent statue.

The Lord of the Storm "Cthulla" is no less powerful than the Goddess of Magic, the Balthi Sea Kingdom borders the Empire, has a population of less than a million, occupies the best port in the Northeast, but has not been annexed by the Empire, nor has it become a vassal state, precisely because of the protection of the Lord of the Storm.

The ship stopped at the dock berth.

Emilys came out of the room and whispered, "Wren, it's time for us to get off the boat." ”

She changed into an elegant enchanted robe, but she wore a gray cloak over it, and her hood could cover most of her face and hair, just like when they first met in Mordu.

Wren's appearance at this time has also changed.

This time I came to Hightock for a covert operation and couldn't be too high-profile, so I didn't bring an Ultramariner with me. He was only wearing pale cyan leather armor, a sword hanging from his waist, a very eye-catching blood-colored cloak was put away, and his body shape was adjusted, becoming more slender, like a young and handsome ranger.

The two made a pact that they could not be too intimate in front of outsiders.

The corners of Emily's mouth hooked, and she walked ahead.

Wren followed her like a guard.

On the lower deck, the mercenaries had already begun to disembark. The headquarters of the Dragonstone Mercenary Regiment is in Hightock, and most of the members have a place to settle in the city, and have even married and regarded Hightok as their hometown.

After more than a year of absence, the mercenaries are a little impatient.

As for the centaurs of the mercenary group, they took another ship to disembark at the hidden dock outside the city of Hightok a few days in advance, and returned to the tribes of the steppe to gather more clansmen to prepare for war.

The high-ranking members of the mercenary group are all waiting on the ship, the gray-haired legendary swordsman Astan is still silent, his waist is straight, and the demon warlock Ding Raj is rare that he has not drunk today, and there is no alcohol on his body, but Bigbel has a decadent attitude.

"Commander. ”

"Lord Emily. ”

"Lord Earl. ”

The three of them saluted Emilys, their eyes involuntarily sweeping over Wren beside her.

Bigbel, in particular, showed his hostility towards Wren despite his best efforts to hide it, and hurriedly bowed his head.

Emilys noticed Bigbell's state, and her eyebrows furrowed under the hood, but she didn't say anything.

All along, she was very clear about Bi Begel's thoughts, and she was grateful for his loyalty, and she never left him for more than ten years, accompanied by a shadow, and was even willing to give her life for herself, but she couldn't give any response, she could only pretend not to know.

Now that she has confirmed her relationship with Wren, Bigbell's presence is no longer appropriate.

"If he can't adjust his mentality in time, he can only find an excuse to change the ......" Emily thought to herself, although she was a little ruthless, but for the sake of the great cause of recovering the country, she must cut off all factors that might make Wren unhappy.

Wren was silent.

In fact, he already knew that every time Bigbell saw him, the color of his soul would change to red, as if he had seen his father's killer. On the ship these days, I don't know how many rumors and rumors I hear about the sound of everything.

He didn't care about this and didn't see Bigbell as an opponent at all.

Emilys is a wise woman and believes she will handle it.

"Let's go down and don't keep Valrogan waiting. Emily said lightly, and took the lead to disembark, faintly revealing the spirit of the superior, which was different from the ordinary mercenary captain.

In fact, this is the real side of her in front of her subordinates.

A large carriage was parked on the dock, surrounded by a cavalry guard, and Emilys boarded the carriage alone, with Wren riding like Astan on either side.

As the team drove down the road, Wren's eyes looked around.

Hightock's urban planning is terrible, it seems like a random patchwork, with various styles of buildings crammed together and no design at all.

The streets are crowded, pedestrians, and the proportion of transcendents is frighteningly high.

Wren suspected that if he smashed a brick, he would be able to smash three transcendents, most of them dressed as mercenaries, all kinds of strange languages and accents, humans, orcs, centaurs, goblins, dwarves and elves, like a melting pot of races.

The indigenous people of Mohe, who are here in appearance, are similar in appearance to the Orionians.

They are usually shorter in stature, exposed to the wind and sun all year round, and have dark skin, and men do not like to wear clothes, and run around bare-armed, and women also go out casually wrapped in a piece of linen, and some are more open, directly open and open for others to admire.

The people of Mohe are almost all followers of the Lord of the Storm, and they are irascible and brave, and they speak like thunder, as if whoever has the loudest voice has a reason.

Along the way, Wren saw several conflicts with the Mohe.

Regardless of whether the other party is their own or a foreigner, the Mohe people fight without saying a word, and the fight is bloody, and there are no guards in the city to stop it, and people are used to it.

"The whole country is grumpy old brothers and sisters......"

Wren was breathtaking.

He had read in books that most of the followers of the Lord of the Storm were like this, and the coastal countries of the world of Erenus, whether it was humans or other races, as long as they believed in the Lord of the Storm, their temperament gradually deteriorated, and they were all influenced by the Lord of the Storm.

This powerful deity who is in charge of the "sea", "storm", "sky", "tide", "sea tribe", "sea monster", and many other gods is notoriously moody, often doing strange things that make people wonder if he is crazy.

Not only could no mortal guess what He was thinking, but even other gods often found it inexplicable.

The Lord of the Storm has made many enemies because of his personality.

There are also factions among the gods, alliances and confrontations, only the Lord of the Storm has no allies, and even the widely respected, loving and tolerant Mother Earth Goddess sees the Lord of the Storm as an enemy, and the only enemy.

However, the Lord of the Storm has survived for only one reason:

He is too strong!

One of the oldest gods, the Lord of the Storm was born in prehistoric times for tens of thousands of years. The huge statue standing outside the harbor was only in his human form, and no one knew what the Storm Lord was like.

According to the doctrine of the Church of the Storm, the kingdom of the Storm Lord is not in the outer plane, but within the Lord's physical realm.

Somewhere in the depths of the Endless Sea.

It has long been rumored that the Lord of the Storm may be the most powerful god, second only to the four abyssal evil gods, but mortals cannot confirm it, and other gods have not recognized it.

The Storm Priesthood is also a very powerful church profession, and this is a profession that the Storm Lord is not very concerned about human believers, and can even be said to be indifferent, and created casually.

Most of His followers are in the ocean, and countless sea tribes have contributed a tremendous amount of faith.

Even so, no one on the land dared to underestimate the Storm Temple and the believers, and most people tried to walk around when they met them, otherwise, they would inevitably have to fight or even lose their lives.

The city of Hightok was not large, and after a few moments, the carriage drove into a large lavish estate.

In front of the main hall, two men waited.

Wren immediately noticed the one at the head, who was rich, round and bald, dressed in clothes woven of precious silk, and at first glance looked like a big businessman.

The eye of the soul reaches deep into the depths, and this person is a legendary wizard of the twelfth level.

And it's a relatively rare panace of all souls.

Emilys had previously introduced important people to her staff, especially this one, named Valogen, who had served King Siria for many years and was loyal.

After the fall of the Drogon Castle dynasty, Valogan's allegiance shifted to Emilys, and together they fled to Hightok, where they traded as merchants, secretly building a vast intelligence network that infiltrated the major families of Congatro.

Valogen and Stan's right-hand men are Emilys' most relied upon, even more important than Stan.

Without him, the restoration of the Chogenburg dynasty would have been almost impossible.

At this moment, Valrogan stood in front of the hall, waiting respectfully, looking at the carriage with a look full of anticipation, the color of his soul was a little orange, and he was a little emotional.

There was a second person by Valogen's side.

He was relatively young, looking to be in his early thirties, handsome, with dazzling white gold hair, pale gold eyes, and a strange aura.

Wren looked at it with the eye of his soul, slightly stunned.

His appearance and temperament are somewhat similar to Emilys, and he is obviously related to the Drogenburg family, but the Soul Eye can clearly see that he is not a pure dragonborn.

Wren had been with Emilys for so long that he knew how to tell the Dragonborn.

The original dragonborn were humans blessed by Bahamut, the god of good dragons, whose souls were transformed into dragons, but did not have the body of a dragon, like a real dragon in human form.

In order to maintain their bloodline, the Chogenburg family has always had a tradition of intermarriage.

However, there are also a small number of dragonborns who combine with ordinary humans and give birth to offspring, and the dragons' souls are mixed and weakened, and after a few generations, the souls are similar to ordinary people, and they are no longer regarded as dragonborns.

This should be the case with this man.

Judging by his soul form, he only has a quarter of the Dragonborn bloodline, and he has been intermarrying with ordinary people since his grandfather's generation. His transcendent profession is not a Dragonborn Apostle, but a Storm Priest who believes in the Storm Lord Cthulla.

When Wren was observing him, the other party's eyes also turned to him.

The color of his soul instantly turned red.