Chapter 1129: Chapter 790: Raise the Sails, Set Sail!
"Fool! Elves have sharp ears!" His companion gave him a forceful slap. "Ignore those long ears, let’s go! Dwarf, it’s your turn!"
They urged forward a young dwarf who was touching the thick wooden planks of the ship’s side, marveling with awe.
The dwarf patted the hard hull vigorously, making a "bang bang" sound, and exclaimed, "This wood! It’s even sturdier than secret Silver alloy! What treasure trees did the Night Watchers dig up?" He didn’t notice the urging from the people behind him until he got a push and started grumblingly moving forward.
Among the young Beastmen was Hog with boar tusks, who stomped curiously on the steel deck as flat as a square.
"Hey! Pretty stable! Unlike the crappy boats back home, one wave hits, and you’ll return breakfast to the Sea God!" a young Werewolf said excitedly.
Hog, carrying his War Axe, snorted, "That’s because your sense of balance is as bad as a newly hatched chick!"
He saw a small-sized Half-Elf, Coke, nimbly maneuvering through the crowd, his eyes darting around as if searching for a gap to squeeze to the front.
Hog snorted, "Move aside, little shorty!"
Coke, not intimidated in the slightest, looked up with a cheeky smile, "Big guy, you’re blocking the way. There’s plenty of space on the ship, no need to rush. Wanna see the treasures I brought? They’ll definitely be in demand in the New Continent."
Hog rolled his eyes and strode past him.
Does he really think I’m a fool? Just because I look rough doesn’t mean my brain isn’t sharp, really can’t stand it.
In the boarding passage, adventurers from different countries, speaking the common language with various dialects and accents, were shoulder to shoulder.
The air was filled with the smell of sweat, leather, the aroma of food, and a bit of inexplicable excitement.
The topics shifted from initial anticipation to more trivial conversations.
"What’s your number? I’m in the ’Sharp Claw’ section below the third deck!"
"I’m in the ’Tree Crown’ section! The name sounds like it’s near the upper levels, the view must be great!"
"Hey! That’s my fellow countryman! Hey! Jerry! Over here!"
"Be careful! Who’s pointing the Long Spear at my back?"
"Did you see what those Night Watcher guys are wearing? What kind of leather armor is that? There’s no Metal reflection at all!"
"Who cares! As long as it’s solid!"
"Hey! You with the long scales! Keep your tail in, it hit my leg!"
Although the order was a bit chaotic and noisy, under the sharp gaze and clear instructions of the Night Watcher Warriors, the crowd was still moving constantly, flowing to their respective areas.
No one would dare provoke the Night Watchers.
The adventurers who had been staying at the port for some time understood this very well.
These Night Watchers do not mess around when it comes to disciplining people.
These Night Watchers clearly know how to make these adventurers suffer the most with the least Blood Volume in a datafication scenario.
They harshly made these chaotic, disorderly adventurers understand the rules of the Night Watchers.
Some people, carrying special equipment and looking like Scholars or with official backgrounds, are scattered among the crowd and near the gangway.
They are holding inconspicuous round Metal plates or grasping small Crystal Balls, silently recording it all—the noisy voices, expectant faces, waving arms, all inscribed with invisible Magic Power.
They are neither adventurers nor Night Watchers but have joined the expedition under the name of Scholars, Record Officers, or exploration teams, etc.
The Night Watchers did not resist this.
There has never been a statement that only adventurers can join.
As the last adventurer from the first batch stepped into the cabin, the heavy Magic-guided Gangway slowly retracted with a huge mechanical sound.
The hatch, like the mouth of a Giant Beast closing, sealed all the noise and expectations within the huge, solid hull.
On the shore, the scene of farewell was equally rich.
Women waved tearfully, desperately searching for the blurred figures that had disappeared behind the cabin windows; dwarf families gathered together, shouting encouragement and crude jokes at the young ones about to set off.
A few merchant-like people gathered together, still calculating potential profits or lamenting the loss of customers in low voices.
In the corner, there were others with various attire and serene expressions, silently observing the departing giant ship. They were the eyes from different countries and forces, silently recording the Night Watchers’ first major expansion initiative.
On the massive flagship.
The highest expedition leader, the grand captain of the flagship fleet, the dwarf Sage—Lurik.
He stood here.
Around him were members of the Night Watchers, along with many dwarves, eagerly watching the distant sea ahead.
But in the unseen distance lies their former home.
"Set sail, embark!"
Woo—!
The deep and resonant whistle pierced through the sea breeze, announcing the official beginning of the expedition.
One, two, three... dozens of identical gray-black Alchemy giant ships broke through the blue sea water, and the massive brass oars began to rotate slowly and powerfully, rolling up white waves.
Under countless eyes on the shore, this steel jungle-like massive fleet gradually left the bustling "Seawind Harbor," forming a majestic formation, sailing towards the far end of the horizon—that mysterious continent shrouded in fog and legend, which had lain silent for a thousand years.
And in a corner of the port.
In the office of the "Adventurer’s House," Magic images were rapidly being organized and frozen.
A few skilled craftsmen quickly used printing stone slabs to imprint these precious moments—the faces of adventurers interwoven with excitement and confusion, the touching scenes of farewells to loved ones, the majestic sight of the Night Watchers’ steel giant ships departing from the dock—accompanied by concise text.
