Chapter 1353： Deep in the ocean (1/2)

After trying to communicate with her compatriots on the same continent using the unique "psychic singing" and "racial talent resonance" of the Krakens, Miss Tyre of the deep sea salted fish fell into consternation.

There was no response to her singing. There was only a hollow noise from the psionic echo that originally belonged to Kassandra-this shows that the target exists, but the distance is far beyond the reach of the psionic song.

She raised her eyes and met Gawain's particularly serious gaze, who frowned: "How far can your ‘singing’ come from the same race?"

"On undisturbed continents and offshore areas, you can communicate no matter how far away, unless the target has entered the depths of the endless ocean," Tyre's tail is drawn in circles on the ground, which seems to indicate that she is also a little nervous. "I can sense that Kassandra is still there, but I can't hear her. Maybe she has been thousands or even tens of thousands of kilometers away from the coastline of Loren mainland... When did they lose contact?"

"It didn't take long—it's definitely not enough for them to run so far, even if they can't fly over," Gawain shook his head, "Is there any other way you can locate your compatriots?"

"...Then I can only use the old method, find an antenna tower and hang myself up," Tyre thought for a while, and seemed to say without confidence, "but the Loren continent and nearby areas are now shrouded in interference, the same method Now I can’t contact Antavien. If Kassandra and the others get lost to the same distant place, then my method may not have any effect..."

"All in all, try first," Gawain quickly made a decision. "We have to find a way to determine where that fleet has gone-the right to use Cecil's highest hub tower is given to you, and I need you as much as possible for the next time Calling Cassandra and other fellow pilot Krakens for a long time."

This is an important matter, even Tyre will show enthusiasm, she nodded immediately: "Okay, I will go to hang on the tower..."

"...Don't fall anymore," Gawain looked at the fish, his eyes trembled. "If it doesn't work, you just operate in the rest cabin on the top of the tower. It's still winter. You have three times this year. I froze while sleeping in a high place and fell and died."

"Hey, don't worry, I will go up with a heater this time-there is no way to directly touch the crystal array in the rest cabin, and the signal amplification effect will be compromised." Tyre seems to have not paid attention to Gawain's reminder at all, or it may be a long-dead habit. , She waved her hand and arched towards the door, chanting as she arched, "Then I will go now, you are waiting for my news..."

After Tyre left, Gao Wen sighed slightly with a mixed feeling of helplessness and worry, while Amber, who was sitting paralyzed by the side, stood up like a resurrection at this time, her amber eyes did not blink. Looking at Gawain: "You said... Could this matter also be related to the changes in the wasteland? Calculating time, soon after the abnormal celestial phenomena were observed across the Loren continent, Byron's fleet lost contact... "

"I don't rule out this possibility," Gawain said with a frown, "Anyway, no matter what accidents happen now, I suspect that it is related to the cultists in the wasteland. After all, they are the ones who can do things the most on this planet... "

"I understand, after all, everything will be backed up," Amber waved his hand, and then said anxiously, "You said...Could this be some kind of weapon they made? It can directly attack the sea across the entire continent. The weapon? The abnormal celestial phenomena we have observed in various places on the mainland may only be the interference released by this weapon when it is activated. After all, they have deep blue nets as support. As long as the energy management is sufficient, they can make it scary even if the technical level is limited. The stuff of the dead..."

"It's useless to guess these things now," Gawain shook his head. "There is only one thing for certain. Then the big fleet can't disappear out of thin air, and Tyre also confirmed that Cassandra still'exists', and the pilot Kraken has neither. Returning to Loren did not return to Antavien, so I am more inclined to Byron’s fleet that is still sailing somewhere in the sea, but for some reason... they moved a very long distance in a very short time, and even moved. To a place where Tyre’s singing can’t reach..."

…

The breeze blew across the open and calm ocean, and the wind brought a fresh and slightly salty breath. The slightly undulating waves gently beat the alloy armor on the side of the battleship, and the towering bow of the ship faced the bright sun from the sky. , Cast a large area of ​​shadow on the sea-this sea area is so calm at the moment, as if the previous storms and chaotic magic are all illusions.

The pervasive magical interference in the sea has not completely dissipated. The ship’s communication system and various sensing devices are still capturing unresolved magical signals. These residual traces are the only evidence that the previous storm actually existed. Byron Station On the platform of the captain's seat, he stared at the interference noise projected on the communication device with furrowed brows, and then turned to look at the technical adjutant next to him: "Is the communication still unable to recover?"

"There was no response from all channels, and our contact with the mainland has been completely interrupted-now only the communication system within the fleet is still operating normally," the technical deputy reported nervously. "In addition, the ocean reading is very abnormal. This sea area Completely unfamiliar."

"...Continue calling." Byron commanded, and then stepped out of the captain's seat. He passed through a busy control center and the connecting bridge on the side of the bridge, pushed open the heavy closed gate, and came to the observation deck on the upper deck. The warm sea breeze blows from a distance, blowing his messy hair and messy mood. Looking into the distance, all he can see is the clouds and fog that have not completely dissipated from the horizon after the storm has faded, and the There is a vast ocean in between.

There is no land, no islands, no reference objects that can theoretically be seen visually in the current seas. The Bitter Winter is floating in the center of an endless ocean. This is a completely unfamiliar sea, not on any known route, and it is obviously already Exceeded the transmission limit of the communication link of the circum-continental route.

The sound of footsteps came from the side, and Byron looked back and saw the red-haired dragon-printed witch Ashalena walking towards this side. He nodded slightly to the other party: "It looks like we were'thrown' by the storm to a stranger. In the sea, the deviation of the course is even more exaggerated than imagined."

"...The storm can't'throw' a group of giant ships of this size. We are obviously far away from the coast of Loren," Ashalena shrugged, "have you noticed the angle of the warm sea breeze and the sun in the sky here? ?"

"Of course I noticed," Byron said in a deep voice, "We are yawing south, and I am afraid that we have already crossed a whole climatic zone. It is as hot as the equator. It’s also impossible for Aldor to run into the equatorial waters, not to mention that we have already anchored and activated the Rune of Royal Waves... What advice do technical experts have?"

"The ship itself has not suffered much damage. The Beishan is collecting marine specimens for analysis. There is no conclusion yet. The Kraken and the naga navigators have already launched, but they...seem to take some time to determine the fleet. Where did it drift?" Ashalena spread her hands, "I'm about to take off. I should be able to see farther from the air."

"...The situation before me reminds me of many years ago," Byron looked at this former adventurous companion and couldn't help but said, "The time we lost our way in the southern forest, even the hired local guide was lost. direction."

"At that time, we shouldn't have believed Watson's nonsense, what kind of'assorted mushroom soup' to drink-I really didn't expect the red mushrooms in the southern forest to be able to put down the dragonborn," Ashalena pouted, " But I think this kind of trek in the endless ocean is worse than being lost in the forest-although the group of krakens and naga in the fleet seem to be in a good mood."