Chapter 438 Northern Exploration Team 2

When leaving, Stanford arranged for two members of the exploration team who were proficient in linguistics to stay behind. Their task was to learn the local language and become translators to prepare for further communication in the future.

Then the entire fleet continued to sail northward. In the subsequent land exploration, the fleet encountered many indigenous tribes, including orc tribes that could communicate and trade, and human tribes that tried to attack them and plunder their property right away, which slightly eased the bad impression of the exploration team members on the alien race.

Continuing north (strictly speaking, their heading was northwest), the temperature began to get colder, due to both geographical and seasonal reasons. If their records were correct, it should have entered winter at this time.

Finally, the exploration team encountered something that was terrifying enough for many members of the team - the daytime became shorter and shorter, and eventually it reached the point where it was dark for 24 hours.

"Father in heaven, may your power protect us sinners!"

The crew was in a panic all day long, and from time to time someone knelt on the deck and began to pray to God.

Faced with the panic in the team, Commander Stanford had to gather everyone together to do some "popular science".

"In our northwest bay, there are four seasons in a year. It is common sense that the days are long and the nights are short in summer and the nights are long and the days are short in winter. In recent years, many of you must have followed the fleet to trade in the south. I believe you can experience that the further south you go, the less obvious this difference is. An obvious example is the corner bay south of Aldo, where the length of day and night is almost unchanged throughout the year. On the contrary, the further north you go, the more extreme the change in the length of day and night should be. Therefore, I speculate that this phenomenon of 24 hours of darkness is a natural phenomenon."

Hearing the commander say this, some old sailors who are used to traveling around began to settle down. Combining their own personal experience, they felt that Stanford's statement made sense.

Although there are still many people who are skeptical, the fleet has finally stabilized.

After groping in the dark for nearly a week, they saw a magnificent scene they had never seen since they were born - a huge light curtain that seemed to be substantial covered the fleet. It was interwoven with green, purple, blue and other colors. It was like cotton wool and gauze, decorating the entire night sky magnificently. The vast sea of ​​stars formed by countless bright spots stretched across it, indicating the brilliance and magnificence of the universe and the supreme power of the Creator.

"Father in heaven!"

Commander Stanford, who was still "popularizing science" for the crew, was shocked the moment he walked out of the cabin, and his legs knelt on the deck with a clang.

His eyes were wet, and at this moment he was extremely pious, holding his hands together and praying sincerely.

If it weren't for the omniscient and omnipotent Lord of Light, what power in the world could create such a miracle.

No one laughed at his behavior, because other members were also shocked like him and couldn't extricate themselves. A large group of people knelt on the deck.

Miracle! Yes, this is a real miracle!

Unfortunately, the miracle lasted only thirty minutes before disappearing, but no one recovered from the huge shock immediately.

Stanford wrote the miracle they encountered in the day's log in a very clear handwriting.

After the miracle, a large number of people began to ask for a return trip. Many people believed that this was a sacred place and that continuing to sail would be blasphemous.

Although he had just been recharged with piety, Stanford, as the commander, was not swayed by these remarks. He still remembered his mission.

Under his command, the fleet continued to sail in the Land of Eternal Night, the name given by the exploration team to this area of ​​water and land.

But unfortunately, something happened soon. The command ship that Stanford was on actually hit a reef and sank.

Now the blasphemous remarks could no longer be suppressed, and coupled with the increasingly unbearable cold, everyone strongly demanded to return.

"Well, if the bottom cabin is divided into small cabins, it will not affect the whole cabin if one cabin is flooded. This must be a great idea. I will mention it to the shipyard when I go back."

When Stanford transferred to another ship, he was not thinking about divine punishment, but how to improve the ship.

Unfortunately, more than a dozen members of the exploration team did not come up and died in the cold sea.

In this case, he could no longer ignore everyone's opinions, not to mention that with the sinking of the command ship, they lost nearly half of their supplies, so Stanford ordered the exploration team with only two ships left to turn around and return.

But their bad luck seemed not to be over yet. During the return journey, the disease quietly entangled them.

At first, it was only spread on one ship, and soon after, another ship began to have cases.

In the exploration team with a lack of medical care and medicine, this disease was pathogenic, and almost every day, infected crew members could not resist and returned to the sea.

The team members became more and more convinced that they were cursed for blaspheming the gods.

This made Stanford feel stressed. In fact, the misfortunes they encountered were not uncommon in long-distance voyages, but in this strange sea far away from human civilization, negative emotions were magnified countless times, and mysticism was prevalent.

Finally, the northern exploration team stumbled all the way back to the Buck Tribe (the name was learned later), which was the tribe that had conducted transactions before.

The exploration team had 300 people when they set out, but now only 100 people are left, which shocked the translator who was learning the language in the Bucks Tribe.

After giving out some property as a reward, the exploration team was allowed to recuperate in the Bucks Tribe.

No mistakes, one sentence, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

However, when they had enough energy and were ready to set out again, they found that their misfortune was not over yet - the natural port used for temporary mooring of ships was frozen overnight.

According to Stanford's idea, the exploration team simply spent the winter in the Bucks Tribe and sailed south after the thaw next year.

However, the loss of transportation made some people miss their hometown more strongly.

The miracles they witnessed before and the successive blows such as running aground, disease, and port freezing made these people think that they would never be able to pass this level with the curse of blasphemy. Even if they were lucky enough to escape, there would be disasters waiting for them.

In this case, they hope to fall on land closer to the northwest bay of their hometown at the last moment of their lives.

So this part of the members ignored the order and insisted on returning to Aldo by land.

"Well, since you insist on doing this, I will set off with you." Stanford made such a decision.

A long time ago, Stanford was an adventurer who was proficient in wilderness survival skills. He felt that his experience could help these subordinates who were almost desperate.

The exploration team fell to this point, and he felt that he was responsible as the commander - regardless of whether he was the direct cause.

After ordering his deputy to stay and command the fleet, he and another thirty subordinates, led ten reindeer exchanged from the tribe, carried food, and wrapped in thick animal skins, and set off on the road back to the south.

Blocking their way was the endless primeval forest and countless indigenous tribes in it who did not know whether they were enemies or friends.