A different world game? A different world game!

The morning mist was cut by the bluish-white glow of the two moons.

The twelve bronze star trackers suspended in the harbor were humming and vibrating, calibrating the magical tide that was about to shift.

The pier at the seventh port is like the ribs of a steel giant, piercing deep into the blue sea.

Each beam is etched with rust-proof runes, and exudes a mysterious and ancient atmosphere under the caress of the sea breeze and waves.

Amidst the magical power and the sweet sea breeze, the alchemy ship soaked in sea salt crystals was unloading its cargo in an orderly manner.

Several cargo ships with elemental reactors embedded in their keels sounded their magic flutes at the same time, and the glowing rune sails automatically untied, as if a silent magic ritual was being performed.

The lizardmen sailors with three webbed toes skillfully used enchanted suction cups to carry crystallized magic ore.

However, the mechanical arm of a clockwork alchemical machine suddenly got stuck in half a box of screaming purple slime - it turned out that the sealed can of materials purchased by the [Alchemy Laboratory] was leaking.

"Damn it! Why is this device breaking down again? Oh my God!"

"Stop nagging. Machines get tired too. When have you ever seen one stop? Stop complaining and deal with it quickly."

The entire port was bustling with activity, with noises, shouts, and insults rising and falling, interweaving into a melody.

The elven elemental apostle floating in the air waved his hand gracefully, condensing an ice crystal slide, allowing the glass ball filled with astral whale oil to roll along the slide towards Warehouse No. 3.

The alchemical scale rotating on the warehouse dome is accurately measuring the value of every drop of liquid, and the shining light seems to be telling a story of wealth and mystery.

"Don't use this kind of magic here. Can't you just use the levitation spell to let it float in?" A staff member dressed in night watchman's clothes couldn't help but complain.

The elves in the sky ignored this and their arrogant look gave the Night Watchmen a headache.

"Be content. If it were us, he would have shot an ice arrow as a warning long ago." The porter next to him said with a smile.

This is the Night's Watch's port, and most of the supplies coming in and out are purchased by the Night's Watch. Because of this, these elves have more or less restrained their tempers.

A pair of patrolling guards walked by, the silver-scale armor of the Night's Watch drew arcs of light in the fog, and the scroll of confinement at their waist was ready to unfold at any time.

Although they carry lethal weapons, they are also equipped with some non-lethal equipment to warn those who cause trouble.

This port was large and mixed, with all kinds of people gathering here. Many people were used to the free and easy life in other ports and found it difficult to adapt to the order that should be in the Night Watch Port.

Just as the carts of the orc porters and the goblin smugglers were about to collide, a conflict seemed inevitable.

The Night Watch Mage lightly snapped his knuckles, and time amber instantly enveloped the conflict area. The two hovercrafts were frozen in the air two inches above the ground, as if time had stopped at this moment.

This is actually a kind of stasis magic, which has no direct connection with time itself, but the effect it presents is like stopping time.

This is the masterpiece of the Great Library. Its use requires a stable environment and supporting equipment. It is almost unusable in battles and on the battlefield. However, in the city of the Night's Watch, it is perfectly suitable for controlling and responding to sudden crises and disasters.

A bell rang from the Port Authority's tower, and a voice crystal embedded in the granite began to broadcast: "Tidal lock has been lifted. Please cease the injection of liquid fire at Berth Three. Port Nine will be temporarily closed today..."

The black obelisk at the edge of the harbor suddenly lit up, and the arcane-powered lighthouse shot out a spiral beam of light, piercing through the clouds, guiding the route for ships sailing at night. The light seemed like the gaze of the guardian of the sea.

The sweet and boiling smell of dragon blood vine wafted from the apothecary market, mixed with the sound of star iron forging in the dwarf furnace area, turning the salty sea breeze into a unique "cocktail" full of rust and sulfur.

The Night's Watch's potions and forged items are world-renowned, arguably the port's largest export. Numerous merchants in the port city flock to these apothecaries and blacksmiths, searching for suitable goods. A cargo airship hovering in midair unloads crates of luminescent jellyfish-like creatures. They crash into lead containers covered in sealing runes, emitting a bell-like wailing sound, as if speaking of unknown mysteries and fears.

The small flying beast in the sky used its alchemical goggles to scan the incoming alchemical battleship. The huge ship wrapped in active metal armor was discharging coolant, and the figurehead was faintly visible in the boiling purple steam - a weeping angel carved from forbidden magic stone, giving people a mysterious and slightly terrifying feeling.

Asila took the children through the ports and port cities.

"Look, is that a murloc?" Adam couldn't help but let out a childlike cry of surprise. Everything here was full of novelty and fun for them as children.

"Yes, that's a friend of the Night's Watch." Asira replied with a smile.

The Night's Watch has a special chronicle. Although it is not long and only a thin volume, it records in detail the establishment and development process of the Night's Watch.

The friendship with the murlocs is also recorded. They live in a strait not far from the port, which is designated as a protected area, and the port cannot expand there. At the same time, the port also trades fish with the murlocs there.

"Well, we need to head through the forest into the Eastern Wilds."

They arrived at the innermost part of the port city and saw a dense forest. There was only a specially paved road ahead, passing through the trees.

Several chocobos were already waiting by the roadside. Everyone boarded the chocobos with their children and began to ride on these iconic mounts of the Night's Watch. Along the way, you could see a large number of chocobos shuttling back and forth, as well as various vehicles transporting goods coming and going.

"Every time I come back, I feel that the changes are so great. The development is really too fast." The dwarf couldn't help but sigh while sitting on the chocobo.

Then he added, "To be honest, I'd rather ride a war sheep."

"But the cargo carrying capacity of the War Sheep is indeed not good, but it does perform well on mountain roads." Another person nodded and sighed.

Indeed, compared to the Chocobo, the War Sheep is slightly less versatile.

It's not that the War Sheep itself is bad, but the Chocobo is really too good. Except for being unable to move on the sea, it can move almost unhindered on land.

Towards the afternoon, they finally made it through the dense forest.

Before my eyes was a vast expanse of endless grassland. On the grassland, I could see large flocks of sheep, cattle, horses, and all kinds of creatures in groups. I could even see hundreds of chocobos galloping across the grassland.

Their team slowly crossed the grassland, and along the way some centaurs dressed in Night Watch costumes greeted them warmly.

This grassland was very familiar to Asira and his companions, because this was where the Night's Watch raised and bred various tamed creatures.

Soon, they passed by a group of wooden buildings located on the grassland. It was a tribe of centaurs.

The Centaurs still maintain their ancient living habits. Of course, if we ignore the alchemical equipment flying around on the wooden buildings, this simplicity will be even more pure.

After all, who would refuse to use a useful device?
Following a special route, they quickly crossed the grassland.

"We're almost there. That's your new home."

From afar, Candlelight City was standing in the distance, facing them from afar.

It was a vast urban area, with a winding river running through the center, dividing the city into two banks. Like a flowing ribbon, it added a touch of softness and vitality to the city. (End of this chapter)