Those messy and broken memories are like a flash of light bursting suddenly in the darkness, which reflects countless indistinct and hidden things. Wen suddenly realized what it was—
That was the mysterious record of going to sea, or rather, it was part of the record of going to sea!
Victoria's voice faded away, but Gao Wen's consciousness was already immersed in the depths of the picture that had begun to dissipate.
He "saw" an unknown beach, rocky and desolate, with twisting cliffs and gravel-covered steep slopes extending from a distance, and on the other side, the sea surface was gently undulating, with fine waves Waves hit the reefs near the beach, and the glow approaching dawn was rising from the sea level, and the faintly majestic sunlight shone on the cliffs and steep slopes, plating the whole world with golden light.
There is a huge three-masted ship parked on the distant sea. The hull is wide, with runes and mysterious lines all over the hull. The marks of the storm and the sea show that it belongs to the Church of Storms. On the surface of the sea, the fine waves could not shake it in the slightest.
Gao Wen "walked" into this memory, and found himself standing on the beach, surrounded by many shadowy figures—those figures were all shrouded in hazy black mist, and their faces could not be seen clearly. They were talking about long-distance voyages and the weather. Every voice gave Gao Wen a vague sense of familiarity, but he couldn't even remember a corresponding name.
It was as if these names had been completely erased from his subconscious mind, even if he recalled some memory fragments, he could not regain them.
The memory cannot be disturbed or modified, and Gao Wen doesn't know how to make these shadowy shadows into clear shapes. He can only follow the guidance of the memory and continue to "walk" to the depths.
The time to go seemed to have come.
A boarding boat appeared on the beach at some point, and Gawain boarded it together with those figures covered in black mist, and sailed towards the big ship in the distance.
The sun is gradually jumping out of the sea, the night has almost completely receded, and the scene on the sea is becoming more and more clear, but even so, there is still a lantern with a vague outline hanging on the front of the boat, which seems unnecessary The lantern flickered at the bow of the ship, as if dispelling some kind of non-existent darkness—Gao Wen's gaze was involuntarily attracted by the dim light, and the voices of people around him entered his ears:
"... This is probably the last time the 'Sonnaut' sails... I hope everything goes well..."
"It's going to be all right, it has the best pilot priests, lots of pilot priests, and a final blessing..."
"But navigators can also be lost in the depths of the ocean... Now all are without shelter, and the children of the sea are no exception."
"It doesn't matter, there are... protecting the minds of the priests, and even if one goes crazy... there will be another one to replace them."
"What if they're all crazy?"
"...then all we have left is courage..."
"Ha, then it doesn't look bad."
Someone laughed heartily, with a sense of openness and depth like waves in the laughter, and Gawain "saw" himself in memory laughing too. Looking at the first light of dawn, it seemed that he was rushing to a feast worth looking forward to, but a word popped up in Gao Wen's mind: to the dead.
After being taken aback for a while, he realized that this word was not his own. It came from the deepest memory of Gawain Cecil, and it was the most impressive impression of the pioneer seven hundred years ago before boarding that big ship. touch—
Afterwards, the picture was shattered, followed by relatively long darkness and intricate and chaotic light and shadow.
Gao Wen thought that this was all he could see, but after a period of darkness, there was a follow-up to this memory—
A three-masted sailing ship was parked near the coastline, and Gawain recognized that it was the one that was preparing to go to sea in the last memory.
However, compared with the beautiful and magnificent appearance when it set off, the ship is already devastated at this moment—more than half of the runes protecting the hull are extinguished, a mast is broken in the middle, and the broken sails are dragged overboard like a shroud , The magically blessed wooden deck and hull are covered with shocking cracks and holes, as if the whole ship is on the verge of disintegration.
It seems to have encountered more than one terrible storm, and the storm made it crumbling. If there was not a very weak and thin light curtain covering the hull, blocking the turbulent sea water and barely maintaining the hull structure, it might be approaching The shoreline had disintegrated and sunk before.
In a flash of sight, Gao Wen found himself sitting in the small boat again, but this time, the small boat left the big ship and was approaching the coast.
The huge sun has sunk, and the bright red and dazzling sunset light spills out from the side of the cliff and sprinkles on the sparkling sea. Thousands of miles of sea waves seem to be soaked in blood, soaking into people's hearts.
The dim lantern still hung on the bow, swaying against the setting sun, as if dispelling some invisible darkness.
Except for Gao Wen himself, there were only three figures left on the boat, and all the other seats... were empty.
No one spoke, the atmosphere was terribly dull, and as a passer-by in memory, Gao Wen couldn't take the initiative to break the silence.
It wasn't until the boat was about to dock that a figure broke the silence: "We're almost there."
Someone beside him echoed: "Yes, it's almost there."
"There is always a time to separate," said the third figure. Although his figure was hazy, his gaze seemed to be on Gao Wen. "The situation is not bad, at least you came back alive."
Gao Wen felt his throat move, and he heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice from "myself" who was overlapping with the memory: "You have paid a huge sacrifice."
"...It's expected. I just didn't expect that the ocean would be such a dangerous place after completely losing its protection..." A figure said, "As for our sacrifice... don't take it to heart. Compared with us, you The sacrifices made were equally huge."
Gawain Cecil's voice was deep and solemn: "I hope it's all worth it."
The figure who was the first to speak before shook his head: "It's not worth it or not, we just have to do it or not. We are small creatures, so maybe we can only do some small things, but compared with sitting still and waiting to die, take some active actions." It makes more sense anyway.”
A figure beside him was teasing him: "Ha, 'sage', you are forcing such deep words again!"
However, the black shadow who was teased and who seemed to be nicknamed "The Philosopher" didn't speak again, and seemed to be lost in thought.
After that, there was a period of silence. In the silence, the boat finally touched the shore, and the four jumped onto the land, looking at each other speechlessly for a while.
This time it was Gawain Cecil who broke the silence first: "Have you ever thought about what will happen in the future?"
"I still can't figure it out yet," a figure shook his head, "...it's gone, at least... find... compatriots in..."
The sound and picture in the memory suddenly became intermittent, and the surrounding light also became flickering. Gawain knew that this fragmented memory was finally coming to an end, so he tried to concentrate and figured out that he could hear clearly. At every syllable, he heard a vague voice among the crashing waves:
"That wall can still last for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years... Maybe before that, our descendants will develop, and the things that trouble us today may not necessarily trouble them."
It was Gawain Cecil's voice.
Then came those inexplicably familiar voices whose names I couldn't remember:
"I hope so..."
"It's time to say goodbye. I always feel that I should say something, but I can't think of what to say."
"Then don't talk about it, anyway... everyone will forget it after a while."
"That's right, then I wish everyone a safe journey..."
All the sounds have gone away, the vague voices, the crackling waves, and the wind in his ears, all gradually fell silent. In the rapidly jumping and darkened vision, Gawain only saw a few blurred and incoherent sounds. screen:
The small boat with the lantern on it returned to the surface of the sea and sailed towards the big ship in the distance.
The only two remaining masts of the ship hung up the sails, turned slowly, and gradually moved away towards the blood-colored sea, gradually entering the darkness.
Gawain Cecil turned around and walked towards the land with heavy and slow steps.
In that direction, it seems that someone has come to meet him.
This emergent memory ends here.
…
Gawain took a light breath, and his consciousness returned to the present. He was still sitting on the magic vehicle, and was already close to the central area of Cecil. On the opposite seat was Victoria, who seemed to be faintly worried.
Gao Wen frowned, those pictures and sounds still clearly remained in his mind - just now, he entered a strange and wonderful state, those emergent memories engulfed his consciousness like a semi-lucid dream, He seems to be immersed in an immersive scene, but he has not completely lost contact with the real world - he knows that he should have only been in a daze for less than a minute in the real world, but this minute of daze has already attracted Victoria's attention.
Noticing that Gao Wen had regained his senses, Victoria couldn't help but said, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"
Amber's figure immediately appeared on the seat beside Gao Wen: "Don't worry, it's okay, he will do this occasionally."
Then she looked at Gao Wen and asked, "Are you okay?"
"I suddenly remembered something..." Gao Wen waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, and then said slowly, "Amber, do you remember that I mentioned to you that I once went to sea, but the relevant details are not clear. forgotten."
"Ah, I remember," Amber blinked, "I also helped you investigate the case file in this area - unfortunately nothing was found. It happened seven hundred years ago, and it may be a secret operation, there is no trace Leave."
"I suddenly remembered something just now." Gao Wen glanced at Victoria while speaking.
"The mouth of the sea you just mentioned, the location where the Principality of the Holy Dragon borders the northeast of Cecil...is called the Dragon Fjord."
"It does have such a name—it comes from the naming of the Holy Dragon Principality."
"That's where I went to sea back then," Gawain exhaled, his brows furrowed tightly. "The ones who went to sea with me were the Sons of the Storm."
This time, even Victoria's usual iceberg mentality was difficult to maintain, and she even exclaimed: "What?! Son of the Storm?!"
"Strictly speaking, they should be the sons of the storm who have not yet fallen into darkness," Gawain said slowly, "and I suspect they are also the last batch... In my memory, they were already fighting against madness when they sailed with me gone."
According to the information currently available, the three major dark sects should have three mental states in the process of facing the gods and falling into darkness:
During a ceremony at Ancestral Peak, the three leaders of the cult were sane before they were exposed to the knowledge of the gods and brought madness back to the living.
After the ceremony, the three major sects were polluted by the knowledge of the gods. Members either rushed into the wasteland of Gondor, or fled away, and disappeared in all directions. They were crazy during this period, and this process probably lasted for several years or even longer. .
After a period of madness, some members of the three major sects seem to have regained their "reason" and regrouped their compatriots, completely converted to the dark sect, and began to implement those "plans" in extreme paranoia. This process continues to this day .
According to Gawain's judgment, the figures he walked with in his memory should all be the Sons of the Storm—this is evidenced by the ship and the details in the conversations of those people, and their state...should be from the first stage to the second stage.
They are gradually being polluted by the knowledge of gods and are gradually going crazy.
This process should have been very quick. Many believers only took a moment to go from the first stage to the second stage, but those who walked with Gao Wen seemed to last longer.
Something sheltered their minds and helped them temporarily against madness.
Suddenly, the lantern hanging on the bow with blurred outline and dim light flashed through Gawain's mind.