It was now the end of summer and the beginning of autumn. The gentle breeze gave people a refreshing feeling, but Lang Ning's heart was filled with irritation. It had been more than a month since his attack at Fort Maxine was thwarted. He had been waiting for Han Jin's news, but he did not even receive a messenger.
Guevara, Lang Ning, and Alexandre sat facing each other in silence. Guevara was a famous general in Kumai, and although Lang Ning was a rising star, he was half a son of the former commander of Riptide, the Knight of Conrad. Because Léger did not like military matters since he was young, the Knight of Conrad could only focus his efforts on Lang Ning, even treating him as his successor. Now that he had received some pointers from Guevara, his military accomplishments had improved tremendously.
They were all well-versed in military strategy, and they knew what the current stalemate meant. Zagunéd had only sent out Abyssal Mages to help defend Fort Maxine, and did not launch an attack. This meant that Zagunéd was tied up with something that he had to deal with. As the saying goes, attack is the best defense. What they should do now was to immediately take down Fort Maxine and attack Zagunéd's Underground City. If they waited until Zagunéd was free, it would be too late.
However, even a clever wife could not cook a meal without rice. Riptide only had so many soldiers, and they were also lacking in resources. They did not have an organized mage group, and naturally, they did not have enough resources to fight against hundreds of Abyssal Mages. Moreover, the Abyssal Mages were hiding in the thick fog, and Lang Ning could not find a way to take advantage of this situation.
Attack at all costs? That was even more undesirable! Influenced by Guevara, Lang Ning's vision was no longer limited to one city or one place. His future opponents included Dismark, Depew City, Cold Shadow City, and perhaps Wild Willow City. If they really used up all their troops, the other lords who were eyeing them covetously would definitely not mind sharing the fruits of their labor.
Lang Ning's mood was somewhat pessimistic. He originally wanted to send a few more messengers back to ask for help, but was stopped by Guevara. Guevara said that they had already laid out the prospects, opportunities, and dangers of the entire situation clearly. Raphael should know what he should do. If he was forced to act only because he had no other choice, Raphael would lose to others sooner or later, and it would be no different from losing to Zagunéd now.
Lang Ning also wanted to ask for help from the Chamber of Commerce Alliance and the Mercenary Association in Isolated Cliff City, but was again stopped by Guevara. The Chamber of Commerce Alliance had already helped so much, and they had already done their best. Moreover, they really wanted to see the duel between Raphael and Zagunéd, so that they could verify whether their judgment was right or wrong. Furthermore, they did not need to put all their eggs in one basket. It would be fine if they won, but what if Raphael lost to Zagunéd? Who would be able to withstand Zagunéd's anger?!
There was nothing they could do but wait, and wait in silence. It was not a good feeling.
Just as Lang Ning was sighing, there was suddenly a commotion outside. The noise was getting louder and louder, and it almost engulfed the entire camp. Lang Ning could not help but frown. The soldiers of Riptide were not random soldiers. Every one of them had undergone strict training.
A general hurriedly lifted the curtain and rushed in. "General! Quick … Quick, go out and take a look! You … "Before he could finish his words, under Ronning's sharp gaze, the general hurriedly shut his mouth and retreated outside, shouting," General! I have an urgent military situation! "
"Don't scare them." Guevara smiled and stood up. "Let's go out and take a look."
Guevara walked in front. Lang Ning and Alexandre also left their seats and walked out of the tent. Although they were mentally prepared, they were still stunned by the incredible scene in front of them. A huge ship was hovering above the camp. Lang Ning and hundreds of soldiers were all standing in the shadow of the huge ship.
The camp was a little chaotic. The Knight took out his longbow and pointed it at the huge ship. They did not know if their arrows would be effective, but it was the only thing they could do. If the ship was malicious, they had to do something.
Dozens of magicians were frantically ordering the soldiers to adjust the magic crystal cannons. The magic crystal cannons gave them a sense of security, but it was very limited. The ship was alive and could change its position at any time. However, the cannons could not follow the target's movements. If there was a conflict, they would be in a passive position.
"What is that?!" Lang Ning said blankly.
No one could give him an answer. Even Guevara was in a daze. A ship could fly in the air? Not to mention seeing it with his own eyes, he had never even heard of it!
The huge ship slowly circled around. Perhaps it could not find enough space in the camp, so it turned and flew out of the camp. Then, it slowly landed on the ground about a hundred meters away from the camp.
Guevara and the others were relieved. The fact that the ship could land meant that at least the people who came were not malicious. They hurriedly walked out of the camp. Of course, they had to see what was going on!
Behind Ronning and the others, the soldiers of the Riptide Regiment also surged out. The slave warriors under Alexandre's direct command, however, maintained strict discipline. They stood quietly in a square formation and wouldn't move unless Alexandre gave the order.
A long rope ladder was thrown down from the ship's side. Then, a figure climbed down from the rope ladder. When it was about seven or eight meters from the ground, it somersaulted in the air and landed steadily on the ground.
"Young Marshal! It's the Young Marshal!! " A few sharp-eyed soldiers cried out. Then, they timidly looked in the direction of Lang Ning and did not dare to shout anymore.
"Léger … How …" Lang Ning could not believe his eyes. After a while, he reacted. "Where is Sir Raphael?"
"Raphael is waiting for you on the ship. Come, follow me," Léger said softly.
"This ship … This ship is …" Lang Ning was close to incoherent speech.
"Of course it's Raphael's masterpiece." Léger smiled. His gaze swept over the soldiers and quickly returned to Lang Ning. "How is it? Very surprised, right? Hehe … Actually, when we first saw this ship, we were not much better than you. "
"Come, let's go." Lang Ning patted hard on the shoulder. Only then did Lang Ning wake up. He turned to the generals behind him and said in a deep voice, "All of you, follow me."
After more than a month of preparation, Han Jin's ship had a lot more things. More than forty selected female slaves were in charge of cleaning, organizing, and other chores. It could not be helped. With more people, more trash would be created. The most troublesome ones were the hundred or so little thunderbirds. If they were not cleaned up in a few days, the ship would become a garbage dump filled with feathers and bird feces. In comparison, the hundreds of gargoyles brought by Hogan were much cuter. Without Hogan's orders, they were like statues that did not eat, drink, or move.
In addition to the female slaves, there were more than a hundred slave warriors. They were in charge of some manual labor, and each of them carried a longbow. This was not a ship, so there was no possibility of boarding a ship. As long as they had a certain amount of long-range attack ability, they would be fine.
The encampment of the Reaper Mercenary Team in Isolated Cliff City was almost empty. Everyone who could come was here. This was a true expedition!
On both sides of the ship, there were more than a hundred magic crystal cannons. The muzzles had been fixed. Han Jin had created an unprecedented magic tool, which had caused a strong reaction within the Chamber of Commerce Alliance and the Mercenary Association. Everything had become a matter of course. What Hogan wanted was quickly realized.
There were more than 180 cabins on the ship, enough for everyone. Of course, the female slaves and slave warriors could not enjoy the same treatment as individual cabins.
Yalina had built a relatively simple laboratory that combined magic and alchemy on the ship. It was right next to her bedroom. Yalina also asked Han Jin to open another door for her. From now on, she could run to the laboratory anytime, anywhere, even without combing her hair or washing her face. When she was tired or sleepy, she could open the door and enter her bedroom. Every time she thought of this, Yalina would tremble with happiness!
This was her dream, but it could not be realized in the Capital of Elements. This was because the magic laboratory had a certain degree of danger and had to be built in a remote place. Grand Duke Solomon could not risk the palace being blown up and let Yalina do whatever she wanted.
Soon, Léger, Lang Ning, and the generals of Riptide jumped onto the deck of the ship. In the middle of the deck, there was a chair. Han Jin was sitting on it, while the powerhouses surrounded him like stars surrounding the moon.
Jedis, Majordomo Gail, Yalina, Dwightsteel, Winston, Gibran, and so on. Any one of these people would be the target of many forces, but here, they were only the green leaves that served as a foil to the red flower!
As a matter of fact, Han Jin was just a cultivator, not an ambitious person. The reason why he placed a chair was just to relax his body and mind, so that he could better concentrate on manipulating his magic weapon. When standing, it was inevitable that he would have to divert some of his attention to maintain his balance. As the saying goes, only by sitting can one enter a state of meditation. Han Jin really didn't expect such an effect before.
Lang Ning took a deep breath and walked slowly until he was about ten meters away from Han Jin. Suddenly, he knelt on one knee and said, "My Lord, you are finally here."
Léger was stunned, Guevara was stunned, and even Han Jin was stunned. Although he and Lang Ning had some tacit understanding, he had always thought of Lang Ning as a friend. He never expected that Lang Ning would kneel.
The second one to kneel down was Alexandre, but the effect he had caused was far less shocking than the first. Everyone knew that it was Han Jin's initiative that allowed Alexandre and the slaves to regain their freedom. Regardless of emotion or reason, Han Jin deserved Alexandre's kowtow.
Riptide's generals paused for a moment, then knelt down one after another. What had worried Morrisons, Sassoux, and the others disappeared with this kneel. Everything was a foregone conclusion!
Guevara was observing Léger's expression. When he saw that Léger was stunned for a moment and quickly returned to normal, he breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, he suddenly felt that someone was observing him. He quickly turned his head and met Jedis' gaze.
Jeddes nodded with a smile as a greeting, then turned his gaze elsewhere.
"Lang Ning, get up," Han Jin said softly. "Tell us more about Fort Maxine."
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