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Chapter 359: Landing on the Elven Islands of Ulthuan

"Norse sailors are afraid of death? Haha, you must be kidding! We are only afraid of dying unclearly."

The captain laughed, and all the sailors also showed excitement.

All Norscans have a keen interest in exploring the unknown and pursuing adventure, and are not afraid to die in the depths of the sea in search of Ulthuan.

I’m just afraid that I won’t find anything and will die like a drowned dog at sea.

Since the Imperial in front of them knew the exact location of Ulthuan, the Norscans could swim to Ulthuan regardless of the reefs or terrible magic.

If Ulthuan is ever explored, all future Norse expeditions will have their names engraved on their bows.

Looking at the morale of the crew members, Windlow calmed down.

All that remained to be done now was to determine the exact location of Ulthuan.

Looking at the area on the map, it is actually not a problem to find the specific location.

All you need is a straight line across such an area, then change direction and cross the area again in a straight line.

The Osuan Islands are so large that their specific location will definitely be exposed.

As the compass in his arms was taken out and he looked at the needle on it spinning like a helicopter propeller, Windlow finally understood why conventional navigation methods could not find Oshuan.

He put the compass back in his arms, took out a few rulers and lenses, and made a sextant with a simple combination.

I don’t know why, but the production method and usage details of this tool suddenly appeared in my mind.

By aiming at the stars in the sky that never change their positions, Windlow can accurately locate the specific position of the ship even without the correct guidance of a compass.

Draw the position of the ship on the map, then measure the distance with your thumb. No complicated calculations are required. Close your eyes and slowly look up again.

"Ulthuan is directly ahead of the ship."

"You must be joking, Imperials. There is only constant sea fog ahead, and based on my sailing experience, there is a reef area there!"

Captain Norska interrupted Windlow and raised his voice to try to prove that he was the captain who had the final say.

Sailing through fog and reefs is a foolish decision.

On the contrary, Windlow didn't care much about it. Mathematics would not go wrong. As long as the calculations were accurate, all the unknown darkness would be misleading.

As for misleading information, just ignore it.

"Then put down a small boat. Just give me three days of supplies."

"madman..."

Even the craziest Norscan sailors thought that the Imperial in front of them was truly crazy.

Didn't he know that there was no chance of survival for the ship once it entered the fog and reefs?

However, a smile appeared on Captain Norsca's bearded lips. His beard and hair had already turned gray, and his face also showed the signs of wind and frost and the baptism of time.

"Ship, forward, full speed!"

He roared loudly, shouting out the fear in his heart, but it sounded more like a last word.

The ship rushed into the fog at full speed. The moment it entered the fog, the sound coming from the bottom of the ship proved that the captain was experienced.

"Struck on a reef! A bulkhead is flooded!"

“Keep going, keep going.”

The captain was in a frenzy.

The Norsemen never retreat after launching a charge. They either choose not to fight or charge forward without looking back after fighting.

The ship was still moving at full speed, and the sound of everyone's heartbeats and the sound of the reefs under the ship scratching the hull were intertwined.

"The No. 2 bulkhead is flooded, the No. 1 bulkhead is full of water, and the ship is sinking."

There was no need for the sailors to report; those on the deck could feel that the ship was sinking at every moment.

The function of the watertight compartments is to prevent the ship from sinking completely, but if the ship continues to rush forward, all the watertight compartments will be destroyed and sinking is only a matter of time.

"Captain, all the bulkheads are flooded. May the gods protect our souls!"

When the sailor on the deck finished his last sentence, the fog in front of the ship suddenly dissipated, and the entire sea suddenly became calm and the view was wide.

Right in front of the ship, a piece of land appeared before their eyes, real land, land that the Norsemen had never set foot on.

The ship was still sinking, but there was no gloom on anyone's face. Instead, everyone was filled with excitement.

The captain immediately shouted out his new orders.

"Abandon the baggage, gather the necessary resources, lower the boats, and everyone abandon the large ships and prepare to land."

The Norsemen had considerable experience in dealing with the sinking of their ships.

Be it bad weather, rough seas, the artillery of the Empire and Kislev, the trebuchets of Bretonnia, or the torpedoes of the Southern Kingdoms.

Every Norse captain who has never experienced a shipwreck is unworthy of being a captain.

And all Norse sailors are the best swimmers in the world.

Before the ship completely sank, Windlow and all the Norscans boarded the lifeboat with the necessary resources.

Even when the lifeboat reached the shore, the ship slowly sank.

"My God, I really made a losing deal."

Looking at the ship that had accompanied him for almost his entire life, Captain Norsca was of course feeling very lost.

The ship was patched up for many years, but today it completely sank in the sea where it could not be salvaged.

Perhaps this is what the old Norse fable means: what you lose must be gained.

He took one last look at the sinking ship and turned to all the sailors.

"Everyone! We! All of us! Are the first Norscan expedition to land on Ulthuan!"

His voice was so loud that it made the other sailors equally excited. This kind of feat and adventure was enough to make their names recorded in the history of Norsca.

All tribal elders will have their stories told to them by the next generation, if only they could carry the story back to the Norse Peninsula.

"So, pick up your weapons, be prepared, and be on guard at all times. The elves will not let us land."

As a captain, he calmed down very quickly.

Now they have obtained the adventure legends that all Norscans dream of, and now all they need to do is pass the stories back.

The Norsemen began their actions almost without any orders.

A group of people formed a reconnaissance team and headed towards the hinterland of the continent, while the other team stayed where they were and began collecting food.

Of course, there was another group of people who were cutting down trees, preparing to use the lifeboat as a base to build a boat that could take them back.

Only the captain knew that this was not a situation they had encountered before, so he found Windlow immediately.

"So, Imperial, I have a question for you, and that is..."