The churning waves slapped against the exposed coral reefs, producing waves of rustling sounds.
Fish swam freely beneath the surface, occasionally ambushed by ospreys diving from the sky.
Looking around, the sea stretched out in vast emerald waves, as transparent as glass.
Thousands of ships seemed to be floating in the sky, beautiful enough to leave people feeling refreshed.
The Tundra Fleet.
The bow of the leading second-generation Tundra.
Looking at the relay station's approaching pier and the huge crowd peering over from within the station,
Lu Yongyi, the captain, was first slightly startled. Then, an uncontrollable smile inevitably appeared on his face.
They had finally reached the New Continent!
Who knew how many raging undercurrents had been concealed beneath these pleasant views during their migration from the deep sea?
At first,
only a few reckless pirates had come to provoke them, hoping to use their familiarity with the waters to forcibly seize a small amount of supplies.
With the Tundra Fleet's formidable strength of nearly thirty thousand people, dealing with them naturally posed no difficulty.
After several clashes, the fleet had instead obtained quite a lot of scarce supplies from the pirates, greatly enriching the Resource Warehouse.
However, just as everyone was looking forward to more pirates running into them,
the closer they got to the coastal waters, the more clearly the situation changed.
One stormy night, the Tundra Fleet encountered another fleet heading toward the New Continent.
After negotiating with them, Lu Yongyi thought they had found an ally who could greatly share the risks of the voyage, and he was incredibly excited.
But no one had expected that once the other fleet drew near, it would brazenly launch an attack.
After a fierce battle,
the Tundra Fleet had paid the price of nearly ten ships just to