The helicopter lost contact.”

This is expected. Since those people have the ability to block the signals from the yacht - the leader of the action team picked up a red pen and marked the final mark left by the helicopter on the map. Everyone was involuntarily feeling heavy when they looked at the small red forks that were staying on the edge of the Arctic Ocean area. However, even if they got the hostage yacht, it was still difficult to take any action. Radar, a full set of professional close-range weapon recognition systems and mobile sensors. All rooms on the yacht were also equipped with bulletproof glass. The dormitory suite of the crown prince and his wife was also equipped with armored steel plates. In addition, the yacht was specially approved by the royal family and the parliament. It was equipped with a missile defense system - that is, it was equipped with at least two interceptor bullets.

It is not that the issue of being unable to attack or even occupy or win is that no one can guarantee the safety of hostages in battle - and the death of any hostage with the title of His Highness represents the defeat of this rescue operation.

Or they have failed so badly that they have no chips, no messages, no negotiations, no paths, they can only look forward to the life of miracles in silence.

****

The helicopter where the old Diag is located is rolling on the helicopter lifting platform of the yacht, he was warmly welcomed like a triumphant hero. Carmen, his little daughter hugged his neck tightly and gave him countless kisses - but even so, the whole welcome ceremony was less than five minutes later. Because the old Diag thanked and stopped people's further fanatical action, he stepped into the cockpit and called out the chart inside and entered a fantasy-specific information website through the wireless network. After logging in as the administrator, he opened a password in the recycling bin. The package clicked and opened it. A strange image looked very similar to a virtual movement.

The next complete glacial lake distribution map is slowly displayed on the computer screen. The dots on the picture represent the orientation of the 124 live lakes below the large ice field. The orange and red lakes are marked with more water. The green and blue lakes are marked with less water. The purple areas represent the active state of the inactive lakes. () During this period, the subglacial pipelines with varying thicknesses are connected to each other like human brain nerves. This is the most comprehensive Arctic ice submersible map that has been created by the National Research Institute of the Western Continental Federation using the space-based laser emitted by a satellite of the Space Administration to compile the most comprehensive Arctic ice submersible map ever.

"Should you take a break... instead of starting work in such a hurry?" Carmen sent a cup of hot coffee. Although she had no memory, she rarely saw that Diag was not working at all. Even in prison, he was still in the "work" of "work". Although his body was monitored, his mind could still swim in any space needed and convey the occasional sparks of his thoughts through his daughter's monthly visit to prison.

"I just spent a vacation in Odin's first prison. There was no meeting, no dispute, and there was a bureaucrat getting up on time and falling asleep on time. Moderate physical labor. Fresh air. This was the first time I had such plenty of time to read a lot and think quietly. There were a few companions who still kept their brains. I thought of many problems I had never thought of before." Old Diag took it and took a sip and frowned at the heavy bitterness inside: "I guess three years will not make you forget my preferences.

”

"I've been sure I need to concentrate now instead of sleeping." Carmen said guiltlessly while showing milk and sugar cube: "If you need a good sleep, I can add a lot of sugar and milk now."

Old Diag shrugged and put his attention on his current work—the glacier sewer map perfectly combined with the current northern ground plane and the nearby sea map. () From the overlapping and connecting lines, it can be clearly seen that the yacht is approaching the coldest area of ​​this plane.

****

Even without the charts and explicit instructions, the yacht could feel that the yacht was entering the Arctic Sea.

Since Diag arrived, they have gained some freedom and respect. For example, the handcuffs have been changed to chains in the middle. They can eat, drink water, go to the bathroom and walk in a short time. They can also shower and change clothes under the surveillance of the hostage. And they can lunch in the upper common restaurant with Lao Diag. This is a rare opportunity to let the air. They can breathe fresh air through the porthole when passing through the corridors and dining areas. They can also observe the situation outside - although Diag has never opposed it. However, Alex guessed that it was because they could see that there were only the sea and the sky.

At the beginning, ice floes were not so often, and not so big.

The glass floated on the slowly undulating sea surface. The color was also mixed with water plants and soil crumbs. Not only did the area of ​​the floes increase. They could also see adult seals carrying fat Dunton, snow-white rolling cubs moving on the snow. They also squeezed together on the floes. The head and back feathers were black and gentlemanly. They were once considered extinct in large penguins. The occasional polar bears and Arctic foxes appeared. Then, they could only see fresh sea fishes. Now, even sea fish are extremely difficult to catch. Fortunately, fishing is only entertainment programs for those hostages. The food on the yacht is enough for them to eat for a month or two.

The dark blue colors on the sea are getting less and less. Ice shelves are everywhere, and icebergs and floes form an insurmountable barrier. Although the yacht has considered that it can withstand the greatest degree of cold and freezing, it is not an icebreaker after all. After the old Diag insists, the ship drove into a peculiar horseshoe-shaped harbor. A sudden black appears in the disgusting snow-white area. The island produced by the volcanic lava sprays condensed. It is like a spoonful of cinders scooped out of hell by the devil and thrown on the translucent ice and snow island.

There is still a light sulfur smell. The black rock mass gushed and rolled with thick white water vapor and cyan smoke. However, contrary to people's perception, it brings people the advantage that the obvious sea water becomes warm and soft here. There is no longer ice cubes hitting the hull and making a clatter. The ships are embraced by the outer edge of the icebergs and rocks. There is no need to worry about the storm raiding. There must be hot springs on the island - it is more important and practical than enjoying the need to consume fuel to obtain fresh water from the ice and snow.

Alex reads in the dormitory that was temporarily shared by several people - Wilderger deeply felt that the hand-picked book with a cold tone must have been put into some special spell, otherwise Alex would have no reason to read a "picture book" for such a long time - according to Alex's reading level, this time is enough for him to read a general history of the world and is not the kind of simplified version.

"Sometimes fairy tales can be said to be a vivid and obscure history full of hints and metaphors. It can often explain and reveal enough parts that have been forcibly distorted and erased in the rigid history of human creation and writing - just as ancient alchemists used various strange words to replace notes that everyone can understand in order to preserve their experimental records - if you can carefully and imaginatively combine it with everything related to it and everything related to it accurately after comparing and calculating the calculation, you can see a complete rather than intermittent outline and then search for the hidden thread along this outline.

”

"...Alex" was silent for a while... and attempted to process the messages conveyed through the heart's call but failed. In the end, he could only clear all of them so that his brain would not turn into a cloud of paste. Wildeger blinked innocently and ignorantly and encouraged: "You said it well, but... can you understand?" He added: "Who do you want to kill this time?"

...

The small speech full of philosophy and wisdom was obviously not understood by the only listener - the undead from the alien plane rolled up his lips unhappily in Alex's body: "I don't want to kill anyone." He said sincerely: "I just think that - the Odin divine system that was once worshipped and worshipped by countless humans before the twilight of the gods was barely ignored... I think he did exist - could not leave anything?"

Wilderger's eyes shining with interest in robbing both the thugs of Western Sardinian or the Lich's Dead Knight: "What did you find?"

"Well..." Alex thought for a while and suddenly pressed his finger on his lips. This simple gesture even a three-year-old human child could understand, but there was another meaning between the lich and his Necromancer.

The sound waves that weakened little by little through several inches of steel plates and several sound insulation decorative layers clearly transmitted into the two non-human auditory systems - the "Black Bear" who has been cooperating and friendly to date had a very serious dispute with Diag.

"Old Diag is going to take you and Vignier away?" Although he knew it was for the weapon that did not exist, he was still taken by the mercenary. "That Crown Prince Sardin is my (hostage)!" The blow was so cold that he was all over (as was the memory of his life that was trembling and goosebumps). Wilderge threw a glimpse at Alex and asked: "Do you know what Old Diagnier actually wants?"

"I think I know." Alex answered seriously and yearningly: "I want it too." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!