Under the pitch-black night, the ironclad ship broke through the wind and waves and moved forward. It followed the light source but did not get too close. Instead, it slowly passed along the edge, trying not to attract anyone's attention.
"Is this the Viking Kingdom? It's really cold."
A dull sound was heard from under the bird-beak mask, and then white hot air was released from the filter.
After a long voyage, the plague doctor finally arrived in the Viking countries, but he did not expose himself to everyone's sight. Instead, he sneaked in under the cover of night.
This was an era with extremely limited means of observation. In these backward Viking countries, the Vikings had very loose control over the sea, and no one noticed the arrival of these ironclad ships.
The plague doctor needed to hide himself more secretly. After all, he did not inform the Viking countries about this operation, and these ships were all from Gaul and Naro, carrying a large number of weapons.
In the eyes of the Viking nations, this was more of a secret fleet than an expedition. The Plague Doctor was now fully capable of launching a surprise attack on Willente with these weapons. As for what would happen after the surprise attack... he had no idea what would happen.
No matter how poor and backward it is, this is still a Viking country. It is ridiculous to try to shake a country with such little power.
The plague doctor put aside all his wild thoughts and just wanted to cross this place safely and reach the sea behind the Viking countries.
"So you call that place the Sea of Silence?"
The plague doctor asked towards the darkness behind him.
"At the end of the Sea of Silence is the abode of the gods, the temple of the dead," the plague doctor's voice was extremely excited. "Have you ever been there? What does it look like?"
"How could I have been there? That is a cursed sea, the domain of God. How can a mortal trespass there?"
A voice came from the darkness, sounding weak and slightly hoarse.
"Oh? Then what about Floki you mentioned? You said he is the guy who knows the Silent Sea best among the Viking nations. Not only did he go deep into the Silent Sea, he also came back alive."
The plague doctor chatted with the guy in the dark. He leaned against the railing and looked up at the night sky.
The stars dimmed, and everything lost its original luster, turning into a gray and cold world.
"The shipbuilder Floki is a freak, an outlier. He did explore the Silent Sea and did come back alive. Some say he has mastered some rules of the Silent Sea. As long as one pays a high enough price, one can return from it."
The man in the darkness continued to answer. His voice sounded difficult and every word seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
"cost?"
"To be precise, it's a sacrifice, a sacrifice to the gods."
The dark clouds dispersed, and dim starlight came down, barely illuminating the dark sea and slightly illuminating the things in the darkness.
There was a paralyzed man in a wheelchair, but he looked more like a corpse than a "person" at this moment. His dry and rotten body was deeply sunken in the seat, as if it had merged into one with it.
His body was tied up with blood-stained bandages in many places, completely covering the skin burned by the fire. In order to keep him alive, the epidemic doctor performed an amputation operation on him, removing the carbonized arm from his body. The only remaining arm was hung with an infusion line, which was connected to the bracket above. It could be seen that it was full of blood bags and medicine.