The night was deep, and the light snow continued to fall until the second half of the night, and although the snow was not heavy, it still covered the whole city softly and silently—the snow that was not too thick was like a pale bandage, covering the scars of the city after the disaster, covering everything that had not had time to heal.

Destroyed buildings, blood stains that have not had time to be cleaned up, scrapped steam walkers, barricades waiting to be demolished, and dried "mud" that has accumulated in almost every corner of the city and will take an unknown amount of time to clean up.

The mirror invasion subsided, but the "by-products" of the vision disaster remained in the city in the form of physical matter.

The church has been in place to take over the operation of the city after dark.

The lantern-carrying guards watched the streets at night, watching every dark corner that could not be fully illuminated by the gas lamps and any strange noises coming from their ears.

The smell of burning incense wafted through the air, and the whispering of the vigil priest was reassuring.

"It seems to be quiet tonight...... "One of the black-clad guards stared into the darkness of the street, and after a long time suddenly muttered to his companion beside him, "I thought there was still a lot of fighting tonight." ”

"Everyone thinks so," said another black-clad woman with long hair and a shawl, a lamp hanging from her waist with several prayer-filled bands of prayer fastened with fire paint, indicating that she was the leader of the team, "after all, she had just experienced such a terrible calamity, and a large number of priests had died...... It stands to reason that the city-state's protection will reach its lowest point tonight. ”

"None of the other vigil teams seem to have heard anything from the rest of the night - not even a whistle sounded this night."

“…… In short, tense your nerves, and you can't relax for a moment until the sun rises. ”

"Yes, Captain."

The female black-clad guard, known as the captain, nodded slightly, and then looked at another team that was busy not far away.

An elaborate brass censer is suspended from a thin chain, and a silent monk blesses the streets with incense, whispering the prayers of the god of death, while several accompanying low-ranking priests carefully collect samples of black silt from nearby walls, lampposts, and the ground with spatulas and glass bottles.

The dried "mud" has completely deactivated and no longer takes on a horrible deformed, and when the spatula cuts through its surface, it takes on a texture like some kind of semi-dry and delicately structured ...... "paint".

"You say...... How much of this 'sludge' must be in this city now? ”

She couldn't help but turn back to the men beside her and mutter.

"Who knows—it's said that there are still very few of them on the surface, the sewers and the subway are the hardest hit areas, and there are a couple of sewage treatment plants, which are almost all filled with this silt. It's a mess at the town hall right now, and I don't know how long it will take to clean it up. ”

"Cleaning up the sludge...... At least that's the easiest trouble we're going to face," the captain sighed softly and looked up at the end of the street, "There's more to Frost than just these weird mud in trouble. ”

The black-clothed guard next to him also subconsciously raised his head when he heard this, and looked in the direction of his captain's gaze.

It was the port area on the edge of the city-state, where the lights were bright and there was a faint sound.

"yes, there'......s more to it than mud," the black-clad guard muttered, a strange tone tinged with nervousness, "there's a whole fleet of sea fog still surrounding the city." ”

……

The eastern port area is brightly lit and full of people.

As the only port in the entire defense battle that has consistently withstood the monster invasion and continued to operate, the East Harbor remains busy even after the battle is over.

All the dockyards and construction machinery were used, all the remaining crews had to work overtime, and several docks that had been lightly damaged during the day's fighting were temporarily repaired as quickly as possible for the ships in better condition to dock for repairs.

For many in the city, the battle was over, and tonight was the time to regain their spirits and heal their wounds, but for the Frost Navy and the port logistics units, the battle continued - there were a large number of ships in need of repair, a large number of wounded in need of treatment, and a more difficult and complicated situation to deal with than these things:

The Sea Mist Fleet, their temporary comrades-in-arms today, their deep nightmare of the past fifty years.

The largest and strongest "ghost ship", which has been used by countless frost people to scare children in the past fifty years, is parked next to the largest pier in East Harbor.

The majestic bow towered in the night, the deck batteries and bridge buildings showed ghostly silhouettes in the wind and snow, the light from the shore on the armor belt, reflecting a pale reflection reminiscent of bones, and on the side of the steel behemoth, towards the frosty edge of the ship's side, the broad curtain swayed in the wind, and the words that looked like makeshift graffiti were written in a rough way—

"Sea Mist Venture Capital Company in Hanshuang temporary visit research ship."

Even the frost soldiers who have seen strong winds and waves have never seen this kind of battle - anyone who walks past the dock at this time has to stare at those rough big characters for a long time, and resist the urge to give himself a few big mouths to be sober and sober.

"Captain," First Officer Aiden walked across the deck to Tirien, who was standing at the edge of the deck looking down, "the banner has been hung out, as you say, try to be as friendly as possible." ”

Tirion hummed, then raised his hand to the soldiers and workers on the dock below who stopped and watched uneasily near the Sea Muse, "But I think they're still nervous?" ”

"I don't know what's going on, but the frost people of this era are more surprised," Aiden scratched his head, "Why don't I go talk to my men?" Let them go down and drive away all the onlookers who are nearby? ”

“…… No," Tirion thought for a moment and shook his head, "Father's order is not to clash with the city-states again, and this tense moment should not irritate these startled frost people. ”

Aiden shrugged: "Well, since it's the old captain's order." ”

"How's it going?" Tirion was silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "I mean, the sailors of the second phase. ”

“…… Well, after half a century, I'm back in this familiar place again," Aiden sighed softly and said with emotion, "It's a lie to say that there was calm on the ship—now almost every cabin is talking about this landing, about dealing with the Frost Navy again, and even the sailors of the first issue are affected and discussing with them.

"Some people are expecting, some are resisting, but many more are at a loss, because no one has ever imagined what this day will be like, but ...... All will support your decision, they are waiting for your orders. ”

Tirien didn't speak for a moment, but the scene he had seen on the bridge seemed to come back to his mind.

The Queen's second order after half a century - "Defend the Frost".

Is that true? Was that the power left behind by the Queen, or was it just an illusion?

It doesn't seem to matter anymore.

The Queen had ordered the Sea Mist fleet to stay away from the Frosty Island, and now he was back with the fleet, perhaps...... The queen's order back then was really for this day.

"Anyway, we're here," Tirion exhaled softly, the breath from his mouth and nose condensing into a white mist in the cold night, "The commander here wants to entertain his 'comrades', and I should indeed go and say hello to them." ”

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"Well, bring a few more polite guys - tell them in advance, this time, we're not here to fight."

"Okay," Aiden nodded, and then couldn't help but ask more, "Well, do you have any other requests from the entourage?" ”

Tyrion thought for a moment, "...... The face is relatively intact, the limbs are attached to the torso, and the 'parts' don't fall out when you walk - just follow your standards, and wear clothes that can block most of the holes. ”

"Yes, Captain."

……

Inside the port defense office, Liszt, the commander-in-chief of protection, is sorting out his uniform and medals for the last time.

It's not that he hasn't seen big scenes, but even as a trained professional soldier, he can't help but feel a little uneasy about the "scene" he will face next.

Not because the scene is too big, but because it's unprecedented.

He was to meet with the leader of the Sea Mist Fleet, which had returned after fifty years of confrontation and hostility.

Much of the city-state was still in disarray, and the disappearance of the consul had left the town hall in great trouble, but even in such a chaotic situation, he arranged for this special reception.

Because he knew that the frost could not afford any further damage, and no matter what the officials and advisors at the town hall thought, he had to stabilize that terrible ghost fleet - if, only if, if he was to reconcile with that "great pirate", this was probably the only chance at this moment.

Fastening the last button, Liszt breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he lowered his head, picked up the new badge representing the rank of general from the table, and calmly watched every line on it.

“…… Promoted in the line of fire...... It's okay, someone has to be on top. ”

He looked up at the mirror and carefully fastened his badge to his clothes.

(The time to push the book is ~ recommend a new work of Xianxia "Dao Shadow" by Taisheng Shui, the future we are chasing is just the shadow of the past under the starry sky, Yuan Yanghai, a three-no monk who died tragically, with the soul of two lives, suddenly opened his eyes...... ）

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