On the M Continent, before the Avar Kingdom fled to the Solun Continent and started landing, it only existed in legends across various countries of Solun.
According to the legends, across the Sea of Instability lies a vast continent, where there are towering high towers, fertile lands, and elves that can help the land produce food.
There, gold is abundant, milk flows in the rivers, and even sugar is as pure and white as snow.
Once, a warrior crossed the Sea of Instability, reached the M Continent, and after an exhilarating adventure there, returned to the Solun Continent to turn his experiences into a legend.
For most people on the Solun Continent, this was really just a legend until the Avar Kingdom landed.
Powerful, brutal, and wielding the supreme magic as a deadly weapon, they also brought along the legendary dragons, which made people believe in the existence of the M Continent.
Although the Avar Kingdom called itself pioneers, proving its courage by crossing the Sea of Instability to reach the Solun Continent, records of Avar’s disarray upon landing exist. The lie that Avar was expelled after being defeated on the M Continent quickly became clear to other countries.
However, this did not affect the Avar Kingdom much, as the countries on the Solun Continent simply could not match Avar’s might, and Avar forcibly seized a piece of land as territory and began to invade.
In this situation, the country of Castilla, which had part of its territory occupied by Avar, began to form an alliance with other countries to rise against them.
As the Avar Kingdom continued its invasion and the dragons retaliated against the M Continent, the legends of the M Continent began to circulate again on the Solun Continent.
Especially the elves, noble, selfless, long-lived, simply a perfect race.
Rosalind grew up listening to stories of elves and brave warriors, and she carried that yearning on the ship heading to a foreign land.
However, the large man in front of her was quite different from the elves Rosalind had imagined.
At this moment, Rosalind was already sent onto a transport vehicle, looking at the Lars Knight in front of her, she asked, “Big brother, are you elves?”
The Lars Knight sitting opposite Rosalind was momentarily stunned, “Elves?”
Then, several Lars Knights couldn’t help but laugh, although the sound came out slightly distorted and terrifying through their powered armor helmets.
“My lady, we are not elves, we are just passing Lars Knights.”
However, Myron and the others weren’t merely passing by; if that were the case, they wouldn’t have asked Margaret for help.
Knowing the information in advance, Avar’s actions along the coastline were not difficult to guess. Lind had only made a brief arrangement; if they could find the enemy, good, if not, that’s fine too.
Perhaps something was truly protecting this Castilla envoy, as their fleet did not sail towards An Zhu’s territory, but rather to a place closer to the original Eastern Border.
Outside the transport vehicle, the Gray Robe was blankly staring at the remnants on the ground, while several Lars Knights were handling the corpses on the battlefield, their movements seemingly quite accustomed.
“So, you are indeed guests from another continent?”
The Gray Robe nodded.
Now, the Gray Robe had long lost any thought of resistance, especially since, although the opponents appeared exceedingly powerful, unlike Avar, they could communicate and were very friendly.
Moreover, when the Gray Robe mentioned the elves, these Lars Knights claimed that the elves were allies of Cape in the Northern Border.
While unsure of the truth, the Gray Robe could only trust that it was genuine.
After simple communication, the Gray Robe entered the transport vehicle’s cabin, sitting next to Rosalind, who obediently followed the Gray Robe’s words and did not look out the window.
After all, the scenery outside was still too stimulating for Rosalind.
Once the situation was handled, Myron spoke to the Gray Robe and Rosalind inside the vehicle, “Sorry, our transport can’t accommodate that many people. The remaining guests should wait here for a while; someone will come to pick you up shortly.”
The Gray Robe nodded, leaving one maid beside the little princess was sufficient, while Rosalind anxiously asked, “What if Avar’s people come back?”
Myron smiled, “As long as the Northern Wind Bear’s flag is still there, those guys won’t dare to come.”
After the engine started, Rosalind could finally take a look at the scenery outside through the small window in the cabin, but as she turned her head, a sharp pain made her retreat back to her seat.
Although Rosalind had been enduring, those few blows truly made young Rosalind feel indescribable pain.
“Use this.”
Seeing the bruises and wounds on Rosalind, a Lars Knight enthusiastically took out a potion from his backpack and handed it to her, but was sharply stopped by Myron.
“Do you forget the army’s rules? Every potion must be registered!”
That Lars Knight quickly withdrew his hand.
Then, Myron knocked on the cockpit, and the transport vehicle quickly came to a stop, handing Rosalind a potion from his backpack.
“The effect is very strong; just a drop will be enough.”
Rosalind looked at the Gray Robe, who, at the moment the potion was revealed, had sparkling eyes.
“This, is it too precious?”
The Gray Robe didn’t think there would be any issues with the potion. After all, based on the opponent’s combat strength, they didn’t need such intricacies, but this potion had already baffled the Gray Robe. Although the Gray Robe might not excel in combat, being a research-type professional, he recognized that this potion was absolutely not simple. In Castilla, this potion would certainly be considered a masterpiece. Upon first arriving, the friendliness of the other party was overwhelming.
But Myron didn’t care at all, waving his hand and saying, “Just a regular healing potion, not worth much.”
A regular potion? Not worth much? Although hesitant to believe it, the Gray Robe could only nod after looking at Rosalind’s bruises.
Subsequently, Rosalind, with the help of her maid, got off the vehicle to apply the potion, while the Gray Robe used the opportunity of the brief stop to casually tap on the transport vehicle with his wand.
Initially thinking that the Lars Knights would react, the Gray Robe was surprised to find that they seemed unconcerned, allowing him to knock and study the transport vehicle in detail.
Confidence, extreme confidence; these people appeared to have no fear of the Gray Robe discovering the secrets behind this magical transport vehicle.
And indeed, the Gray Robe could only deduce how powerful this transport vehicle was and how many attacks it could withstand. As for its principles, he was completely in the dark, especially regarding the enchantments on the vehicle, which were certainly beyond the technical capabilities of Castilla.
The gap between both sides was too vast; the Gray Robe suspected that even if the design blueprints for the transport vehicle were given to him, he wouldn’t understand them at all.
Once Rosalind returned to the vehicle, her complexion had improved significantly, and after restarting the engine, she no longer felt pain from the bumps of movement.
“By the way, I noticed you all had weapons similar to Avar’s army firearms during the battle.”
The Gray Robe brought up this topic first with the Lars Knights.
Hearing this, even Rosalind stopped looking curiously out the window, turning her head nervously towards the previously cordial Lars Knights.
Rosalind was immediately covered by the Gray Robe’s hand over her eyes, unaware of what was happening. Did these knights actually possess weapons similar to firearms? If they could bring them along, would it be possible to save Castilla?
Rosalind looked at the Lars Knights with eager eyes.
The Lars Knights were not displeased by the Gray Robe’s inquiry about their weapons and provided an unexpected answer.
“Firearm?”
One Lars Knight chuckled.
“Can those imitations made in An Zhu even be called firearms?”
