Frederick waved his hand in disdain, without a trace of reluctance on his face.

"Sister, I'm leaving!"

"Dad, come back safely..."

Amidst the farewells, Xia Lan arrived at the dock in military uniform. He grasped the hilt of the sword Wind's Call, looked at the familiar faces on the boat, and spoke loudly:

"To the soldiers who are about to sail away, I thank you in the name of the King of Phaokes. Regardless of success or failure, you are all heroes of Phaokes.

No one knows your future path, but this is the path that Faox must take. For over a hundred years, this dangerous and mysterious sea has been conquered countless times since the Stormfall incident, but the waterway still follows the old path.

Storms, sea monsters, strange things, countless dangers linger in this sea. They have drawn a circle around the intelligent species, imprisoning us on this old path.

But we are Faox. We have rejected the call of the God of Storms and built the first city in the desolate Boravice with sword and knife, building our dreamland!

Now, under the glory of the Lord of Truth, you will open up a new route for this kingdom along the most dangerous waters of Midgard, under the eyes of the God of Storms, so that we can bypass the bull lying on the old road, ready with knives and forks, ready to suck our blood, and create new miracles!

Your voyage will be recorded in the history books of Faox. When history becomes epic, and epic becomes faith, then this land will be said to have left our footprints..."

After Xia Lan finished speaking, Kannepal saluted solemnly to the King of Faox, and then gave the order to weigh anchor.

The wind is blowing in Bohrawis,

Blowing the ink sea dragon flag,

Whistling the white sails...

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