The information Ryan could now obtain throughout the Northlands was vast. With so much information pieced together, there was naturally no room for any ambiguous, unverifiable stories.
It involved the East Coast, the Night Elves were involved, and the information Ryan had gathered was enough for him to infer that these Night Elves had some indescribable conflict with the Undead Ships at sea.
And Frozen Earth Territory's recent activities in the Eastern Sea had only involved contact with those ships.
What the Night Elves had done was naturally not difficult for Ryan to guess. So he continued staring at the other party and asked, "So, is there anything you want to tell me? As your last words before death."
The moment Ryan's words fell, the attendants around them had already drawn their weapons and stepped forward.
The Night Elf struggled, his gaze gradually turning savage as a hoarse growl tore from deep in his throat.
"Humans, you chose to face the master of the deep sea yourselves!"
It seemed he was not someone who could be easily reasoned with. Ryan turned away, and the knight's longsword came slashing down.
Passing through the crowds on the docks, Ryan stood at the edge of the shore. The Eastern Sea was far too mysterious. Its utterly still waters had not even a trace of waves, while the coastline had remained eternally fixed in the same place for countless centuries.
"Have there been any new discoveries regarding those Specter ships?"
Ryan asked, and the administrative officer here quickly stepped forward.
"Reporting to Lord Ryan, we recently discovered that the sea monsters beneath the surface have begun to grow more numerous."
"But there is something very strange. These monsters seem unable to appear above the surface."
"The only thing they can do is bore through