Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

One hour ago, the Siren Sea.

Since leaving the range covered by the Stonehenge, the world seems to have become familiar to the Norscans.

Along the coastline once known as the Northern Chaos Sea, heading towards the inner Siren Sea, the waters that originally looked clear and vibrant have become turbid again, and even the backs of some bizarre monsters float in the ocean from time to time.

But I don’t know if it’s because of Leon’s protection or the light blue chaos mark on them, those huge sirens did not attack the Norscan fleet.

But to be honest, even if they really attacked, these Norscans are not very afraid.

When they have no way to get food, they often go out to sea to hunt these monsters in the ocean in extreme cases to fill the gap in the village’s diet. And now, they have some devilish wisdom, and they are constantly moving forward in the storm and the ocean.

It’s like there is a common database in my mind, even facing the magic storm blowing from the direction of the Chaos Snowfield, these sails and queues can move forward in unison in the wrath of nature.

This was not someone's protection, but their instinctive operation after having the wisdom that Li Ang imparted out of thin air.

Sailing was like an instinct imprinted in their bones, and the imprint of supreme wisdom made it easy for them to draw inferences from one instance, constantly innovate, and freely sail in this cursed ocean.

This sea area where even the floating island warships of the dark elves could be destroyed and sunk, but to this day, the Norscans have not lost a single person and are still moving towards their goal at a super high speed.

They can even use the stars in the sky to anchor their direction and use knowledge to manipulate the sails to sail the seven seas.

This is probably the most perfect moment in the lives of the Norscans.

There was deep snow in the sky, and the Norscan dragon boats were moving along the rugged and terrifying chaotic snowfield. Their goal was to reach the frozen sea this afternoon and then find the nearest Norscan gathering place before the sun sets.

Because the task was relatively easy, many people on the Norscan dragon boats had even leaned against the cabin and started chatting with the people around them.

"I think Leon is God."

The Norseman, whose hair and beard were soaked with snowflakes, said in a muffled voice:

"He said he wasn't, but he is. He is greater than the dark gods that the high priest said. I am so smart now and have so much knowledge. If he is not God, who is?"

"But he said he is not."

"That must be a lie, to reassure us."

Facing the objection of a young man standing on the dragon head, the middle-aged Norseman said in a deep voice:

"Look at the symbol of the condor on us, which is a symbol of wisdom. Even the dark god was persuaded by Leon and blessed us with his mark, so he must be God. Maybe he is the incarnation of the dark gods."

"Then what about the Holy Grail? It's not like we haven't beaten those tin cans before. How could they believe that Leon is the incarnation of the God of Wisdom? The Holy Grail is shining."

"Then I don't know. But he must be God."

The old Norseman scratched his scalp and gave his thoughts very stiffly.

The Norsemen were generally very stubborn in their determination of things, and they didn't have any special tricks. Whatever he felt, he thought it should be like that, so he would believe it.

Even if Leon and a certain regional psychic aggregate were enlightened, the thinking logic could not be distorted in the short term. They thought for a long time and argued with each other, but there was no result.

But when the dragon boat passed a corner, a seemingly silent robber started to think, and felt that his wisdom seemed to flash.

"He claims that he is not a god, but he can control the things of gods, so is there a possibility that the boss is actually right?"

"What do you mean?"

"He may be greater than the gods we know. Just as he said, he is the old ruler of this world, and he will lead us to the path of dominating the world sooner or later."

"It seems to make some sense..."

"That should be the case, right? Hey! What do the people on other ships think!"

In the silent sea of ​​​​sirens, the voices of the Norsemen on the ocean were transmitted very far, and even the surrounding dragon boats could hear them clearly.

The Norsemen, who had become impatient because of the long voyage, suddenly split into several factions, tit-for-tat, and used the loud voices and curses of Norsemen to attack the lower three ways and immediate relatives of those who opposed their opinions, just like quarrels in every corner of the world.

Listening to such a lively and energetic voice, the man standing at the front of the dragon head smiled and turned to look at the leader who was hanging a big sword on his back and a hand axe on his waist in the cabin.

"Ulfric, did you hear that? Everyone is curious. As the first messenger of God, what do you think?"

"I don't know."

Ulfric, standing in the cabin, said in a muffled voice with dark circles under his eyes.

He always had a strange ominous premonition in his heart, just like the day when the siren's leg was gnawed by parasites at home. He had a strange sense of danger, like an ant crawling.

But it was the same as when he didn't find it at the beginning. He could only feel a kind of boredom and uneasiness spreading in his heart. But he couldn't find the source of the sense of crisis at all. He didn't sleep well for three consecutive days.

And Ulfric's friend just shrugged his shoulders when he saw this scene.

"Okay, Ulfric, how long will it take to reach the Frozen Sea?"

"Well, there are still about thirty nautical miles... Damn, why do I know this knowledge?"

"Ahaha, everyone is the same. This kind of knowledge is constantly stuffed into the brain, and then the feeling of continuous understanding is really wonderful to be honest."

The friend laughed, walked down the dragon head, and patted Ulfric on the shoulder.

"Okay, let's not talk about this. We are all adults, it's time to talk about some sensitive topics... Ulfric, do you think Leon is a god?"

"... Didn't you just ask? I don't know."

"But this is indeed a very important question, Ulfric."

Looking at Ulfric's face of resistance and awkwardness, his friend sighed and said seriously:

"It's been so long, Ulfric, we all know this. All this is too abnormal, even the power of the dark gods is running freely in his hands. I don't believe you don't know what those blue marks are What. Even your current state is likely related to this.

I am very worried about you, Ulfric. We are all small people, rubbish robbed on the sea, we don't know when we will die. But if you don't understand your position, you don't even know how you died.

So we must now recognize our position, who we are. What to do.

You are the leader, we listen to you. "

"I said I don't know--"

Just as Ulfric rejected this question with an irritated look, the lookout standing at the dragon's head suddenly issued a warning.

"Ulfric! Black smoke was found ahead! It was emitted from the village we passed by before!"

"What?"

Ulfric didn't bother to communicate with his friends, and walked quickly to the bow.

Looking at the thick black smoke, Ulfric felt that the uneasiness in his heart seemed to gradually turn into real panic.