Blue Sea Small World, South Sea,
Above the azure sea, the sky and ocean seemed to blend into one, both an expanse of deep, tranquil blue.
The surface was smooth as a mirror, shimmering with ripples. Sunlight spilled across it like scattered flecks of gold dancing gently.
A soft breeze drifted past, carrying the salty fragrance of seawater and whispers from afar. It brushed lightly against their faces, bringing a trace of cool comfort.
At this moment, a simple sea vessel sailed across the calm waters. Its wooden hull was somewhat plain and crude.
Its sails billowed in the wind, carrying the ship slowly forward.
The vessel left a faint trail across the blue sea, like the brushstroke of time sketching its path upon an endless canvas.
Several sailors busied themselves along the railings, ensuring the ship continued sailing properly.
Yet Blood Hammer had no mood to appreciate the scenery before him.
"What a pain. Why did the World Server have to be this kind of Pocket World?"
"Who knows how long it'll take before we even see players from another continent."
When Blood Hammer and the others had first entered the Blue Sea Small World, they had been quite excited.
As one of the leaders of Barbarians, a top professional team in the Europe Region, he naturally cared even more about winning the World Server.
Unlike the Huaxia Region, competition within the Europe Region was exceptionally fierce.
Players from different countries all occupied the same server, and hostility and competition between nations had long been laid bare.
Conflicts between countries had carried over into the game.
Perhaps they could barely unite when facing players from other servers, but the conflicts among themselves could not be erased.
At the same time, because there were so many people in the Europe