The hard, swarthy face of the wooden goat's head stared at Duncan, who was sitting behind the sailing table, and there seemed to be an eerie light flowing in the obsidian eyes—in fact, this thing had no ability to produce expressions at all, but Duncan could clearly read some kind of anticipation in the other party's wooden face.

In fact, this is not the first time that the goathead has urged him to "set sail", and every time he comes here, the goathead will urge him to do so.

He even felt that the ship was constantly urging him to end this blind drift on the sea as soon as possible and set sail back on the right path as soon as possible.

Duncan, however, was silent, his now naturally dignified face clouded, and in his contemplation and silence he was clearly aware of two things:

First, he was the only one on the whole ship, and the scale of this ship was simply insanely large - as a sail-powered ship, the full length of this ship called the "Lost Land" was roughly estimated to be at least 150 to 200 meters away from Duncan, and to control such a behemoth, it would take at least dozens or even hundreds of experienced sailors.

Secondly, after removing the above-mentioned professional factors, there was another key problem that stood in the way of his voyage - he would not be able to sail.

Duncan was a little anxious, and he tried to imagine what would happen if he consulted the weird and noisy goathead in front of him about the ship's piloting skills, and he became even more anxious.

The goathead, however, did not know what his captain was thinking, and only asked, "Captain, do you have any concerns?" If you're worried about the Lost Ship, you can rest assured that the Lost Ship will always be ready to sail with you to the end of the world, or are you worried about bad luck today? I know a little about divination, I don't know which kind of divination you believe in? Celestial phenomena, incense, crystals, speaking of crystals, do you remember ......"

Duncan tried to tense the muscles on his face, and while resisting the urge to fight to the death with the goat's head in front of him, he said in a deep voice: "I'll go to the deck to observe the situation first—you stay here quietly." ”

"Do as you wish—but I must warn you that the Lost has been drifting blindly for too long, and you must take charge of it as soon as possible to get this voyage back on track......"

The goat's head said, and with the sound of wood rubbing, it finally returned to its original position.

Duncan instantly felt like the whole world had stopped.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and the resonance of his mind gradually calmed down, then he picked up the flintlock pistol on the table, got up and walked out of the captain's room.

The old-looking flintlock pistol had been found while exploring the ship, along with a one-handed sword, which was currently hanging from his waist, and the two things were a guarantee of his security as he moved around the ship.

Over the past few days of exploration, he'd spent a long time roughly learning how to use both of them—though so far he hadn't seen anything alive on the ship other than himself.

Talking "items" don't count.

The salty sea breeze blew in his face, and Duncan's slightly irritable mind calmed down, and he went to the captain's deck outside, and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

Thick clouds still covered the sky as far as the eye could see, and there was no sun, moon or stars in the clouds, only a cloudy sky light shrouded the endless sea.

This has been going on for a long time, and in fact he has only seen such a sky since the day Duncan came to this ship—which even makes him wonder if there is no normal weather in this world at all, and if this cloudy scene is the eternal celestial phenomenon in this sea?

Duncan turned, and he saw the door to the captain's quarters standing silently, with a line carved into the beam above the door in some kind of letter that he did not recognize, and when his eyes were fixed on the line, its meaning was reflected directly and clearly in his mind:

"The Gate of the Lost".

"The Gate of the Lost...... Lost Country," Duncan muttered to himself, then a little self-deprecating, "this ship has a good name." ”

He then walked around the captain's quarters and followed the staircase at the edge of the deck to the aft upper deck, where there was a wooden platform with the best view of the ship except the lookout.

A heavy black steering wheel waits silently on the platform for the arrival of the helmsman.

Duncan frowned, and for some reason he suddenly felt a sense of urgency and anxiety that seemed to arise out of thin air the moment he saw the steering wheel.

He hadn't felt this way a few times before!

As if in response to the anxiety in his heart, a gust of unprovoked and chaotic wind suddenly blew across the deck, and the originally calm sea around him was also instantly flooded, although this wind and wave did not have any effect on the huge "Lost Country", Duncan was alarmed, and the next second, he was driven by his intuition to look in the direction of the bow of the ship.

On the sea directly in front of the Lost Country, between the chaotic and hazy sky and sea, an boundless, white mist wall that seemed to reach the sky seemed to appear out of thin air, making his eyes widen instantly!

It was a white mist that seemed to surround and isolate the whole world, connecting heaven and earth like a cliff, and compared to its palpitating scale, what made Duncan (Zhou Ming) more vigilant was that thing instantly reminded him of the boundless fog outside the window of his bachelor apartment!

The Lost is heading straight for that wall of fog!

Duncan didn't know what that fog was, nor what it contained in the depths, but he instinctively sensed great danger, and his survival instinct told him that being engulfed by that fog was never a good thing!

He subconsciously rushed to the platform where the rudder was located—and a huge sense of powerlessness was also enveloped at the same time: even if he was at the helm, how could he drive this huge ship away from the fog wall alone?

But he still instinctively came to the wheel, and at about the same time he heard a hoarse and gloomy voice from a brass pipe next to the wheel, which was connected to the captain's quarters, the voice of a "goat's head"—the strange thing's tone was a little alarmed this time:

"Your Excellency, there is a border collapse ahead, and we are approaching the limit of reality! Adjust your course now! ”

Listening to the panicked voice of the goat's head, Duncan almost scolded - it's easy to adjust the course, but you can conjure up a hundred and eighty good brothers who can drive this thing for me on the spot!

Then he looked up in the direction of the mast in front of him, and saw a few bare masts standing on the deck, and his heart was even more sad - let alone sailing, in fact, the ship had no sails at all, and those poles were empty!

Under the emotion, he didn't even bother to seriously think about the strange words that popped up in the goat's head sentence just now, only instinct made him subconsciously grasp the steering wheel in front of him that seemed to be trembling slightly for some reason.

For the first time in days, he had taken the initiative to put his hands on the steering wheel of the Lost Land—the strange situation on the ship and the goat's repeated urging had always made him suspicious and resistant to "taking the helm", and now he had no chance to hesitate.

He gripped the rudder tightly, and his blank mind didn't even have time to think of how to run an empty ghost ship alone.

Change happens in the next moment.

The sound of a tsunami of mountains exploded in Duncan's mind, as if ten thousand cheering people were standing on the shore to see off a ship, as if there were thousands of sailors with call signs shouting the captain's name on the deck, and in between, it seemed to be mixed with desolate ship songs and invisible stormy waves.

A ball of green light appeared at the edge of his vision, and Duncan subconsciously looked into his palm, and he saw a cloud of turquoise fire suddenly burst out from the steering wheel of the Lost Land, and swept over with astonishing speed, spreading throughout his body in the blink of an eye.

In the fierce flames, the flesh and blood suddenly became hollow and illusory, the captain's uniform became worn and ragged as if it had been soaked in the sea for dozens or hundreds of years, and under the flesh and blood that suddenly became as illusory as a spirit, Duncan could even dimly see his own bones—flames jumped on the crystal jade bones, and the unquenchable fire flowed through his body like water.

However, he didn't feel the slightest pain or burning, and in the raging flames, he only felt that his senses were spreading in all directions.

The fire swept down the bridge, over the deck, over the ship's side, over the mast, and the flames intertwined like a net, and rose from the deck like a breath, and spread along the lone mast, until finally intertwined between the sea and the fog into a huge sail like a veil of mist.

The Lost Homeland has set sail, in front of the border of reality, which is rapidly collapsing.

(Oh yes, surprise!)

PS:The Sword of Dawn has a new full order over there.,Theoretically, it should be the last chapter.,You can go and take a look~~~)