The ship docked, stopping at the Abyss’s port.
Under the threat of Avar soldiers, the remaining crew members of Castile covered their heads with their hands and got off the ship.
The Gray Robe held Rosalind’s hand and finally stepped onto the land he had long dreamed of.
At that moment, how much the Gray Robe wished this were all an illusion, that he wasn’t taking the little princess out to sea. How distressing it would be to be ostracized, but at least he was still alive, wasn’t he? A fallen nation is a fallen nation, but at least he was still alive, wasn’t he?
With his status as a High-level Professional, where couldn’t he go?
Seeing that the Gray Robe was unwilling to let go, an Avar Officer directly kicked at Rosalind from behind.
This officer was also a Professional, and the speed was such that the Gray Robe had no time to react; the young Rosalind was kicked and flew through the air.
“Your Highness!”
The Gray Robe wanted to rush forward, but suddenly noticed a heavy breath behind him.
A Dragon was staring intently at him.
Even as a High-level Professional, to be in such close proximity under these circumstances made his hair stand on end.
Rosalind struggled to sit up. Although she had been kicked far away, it seemed she was not bleeding or fainting.
The officer shouted to the soldiers beside him, “Get on board and search thoroughly! Don’t miss any corner; this might just be a decoy!”
The Avar soldiers received the order and immediately began to search the Castile ships.
The officer stepped forward, grabbed Rosalind’s hair, and examined her. Seeing that she had tears brimming in her eyes but wasn’t crying out loud, he coldly snorted and threw her to the ground.
This princess was most likely real, and this officer didn’t care; she was just an arrogant prisoner.
“What do you want?”
An angry voice came from the other side. Since he was a High-level Professional, few soldiers were around the Gray Robe, only a Dragon watching over.
“I have a lot of money, I have many Magical Artifacts; what do you want? If you let the princess go, I can work for you!”
Although his tone was somewhat angry, the Gray Robe’s expression was more like pleading.
At that moment, the Avar officer suddenly appeared in front of the Gray Robe and knocked the Magical Artifact he had hidden in his sleeve to the ground.
The officer had a deep scar on his face, which looked even more twisted and terrifying under his angry expression.
“I am also a High-level Professional; are you making small moves in front of me, thinking too little of me?”
“I’ve heard your story, Gray Robe Scholar. If you only wanted to escape, I might have had a headache. But I didn’t expect you to try to feign surrender and take this little girl away with you—such arrogance.”
The Gray Robe’s gaze dimmed. He had always been a research-type Professional, and trying to escape under the eyes of a High-level Knight and a Dragon was already uncertain. The Magical Artifact just now was his last hope for the princess to escape; he didn’t expect it to be seen through so easily.
A High-level Knight had indeed drawn blood.
Seeing the hope fade from the Gray Robe, the officer approached Rosalind again. Seeing that she still wasn’t crying, he picked her up and asked, “I hear you are your country’s warrior?”
Rosalind nodded.
The officer threw Rosalind to the ground, cursing, “What do you know about war, you little brat? Shouldn’t you just obediently submit to the great Avar? Because of your bunch of warriors, how many brothers have we lost?”
The officer seemed unsatisfied and kicked Rosalind twice while she was on the ground. Though he kicked with considerable force, it still prevented her from fainting or suffering any fatal injuries.
Rosalind sat up in disgrace, her hair messy from the sea breeze, and through her disheveled hair, she glared at the officer, shouting, “You invaders, you executioners! The resistance of Castile will not end, never!”
Hearing this, the Avar officer stomped hard on Rosalind while twisting his foot, saying, “I don’t know if Castile’s resistance will end, but I know you will wish you were dead soon!”
Tears finally streamed down Rosalind’s face, whether from hearing this or from the pain.
Just as the Avar officer showed a satisfied smile, he heard Rosalind quietly praying.
“Noble Elf, we no longer have the power to protect our homeland. With a sincere heart, I pray to you. If you can show mercy, please grant us a bit of strength and bring us hope.”
Hearing this prayer, the Avar officer couldn’t help but laugh, saying, “Elves aren’t gods; how could they possibly hear your prayers out of the blue? A bunch of ignorant fools.”
But Rosalind kept repeating, “Noble Elf…”
The Avar officer shook his head. Was she going crazy? How boring.
Just as the officer relaxed his foot, at that moment, a Dragon breath surged from afar, directly hitting the head of the Gray Robe’s Dragon behind him.
The Dragon screeched in pain and soared into the air instantly.
Then, the Gray Robe witnessed an unforgettable scene; another Dragon, a blue Dragon, was unleashing its breath at its kind not far away.
At this moment, the earth seemed to tremble because of the battle between the two Dragons.
No, this trembling was not because of the Dragons’ battle; the ground was genuinely shaking!
Not far away, several uniquely designed vehicles, with steel shells and four wheels, were swiftly approaching.
As a scholar, several questions immediately arose in the Gray Robe’s mind. What were these things, which looked like carriages, being pulled by? What could be in those steel compartments that made the earth tremble?
Could it be that the Elves on this continent really heard the princess’s prayer and came to respond?
But why did the flags on those vehicles depict a giant bear? Is there a record of Elves using bears as totems?
The responses of the Avar soldiers were more straightforward.
“It’s the Cape Northern Border! It’s the Lars Knights from the Northern Border!”
The moment they saw the flag clearly, the Avar soldiers instantly panicked, their terrified expressions revealing no deception.
“Don’t panic! Don’t panic! Quickly, form up! Form up!”
Although they were speaking not to panic, the appearance of that Avar officer was more frantic than anyone else’s.
The Gray Robe estimated that even if those steel compartments were filled with people, they could not possibly outnumber the Avar soldiers by the coast. What could make a High-level Knight so anxious?
Were those steel compartments hiding monsters more exaggerated than High-level Professionals?
In this chaotic situation, taking advantage of the distraction, the Gray Robe swiftly moved next to Rosalind and brought her aside.
It went smoothly; it was truly too smooth. The Gray Robe didn’t even look at the princess in front of him at first, but rather at the Avar officer, who had been so arrogant a moment ago but now looked flustered, unable to care for either himself or the princess.
The Avar officer looked like he was facing a formidable enemy and had no remaining energy to manage the Gray Robe.
Could it be that a miracle had really arrived? The Gray Robe didn’t know, he simply dazedly took out a potion from his pocket and fed it to the weak Rosalind.
Rosalind also appeared unusually alert, staring fixedly at those steel monsters that were shaking the earth.
Watching the things jumping out from the steel monsters, Rosalind, ignoring her pain, asked in amazement, “Master, do the Elves really come that big?”
