The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

The ship docked, stopping at the harbor in the abyss.

Under the threat of the Avar soldiers, the remaining Castilian crew members covered their heads with their hands and disembarked.

The man in the grey robe, holding Rosalyn's hand, finally set foot on the land he had longed for.

But now, the gray-robed man wished it were all an illusion, that he hadn't actually taken the little princess to sea. How wonderful that would be! Being ostracized was one thing, but at least he was still alive, wasn't he? The fall of the kingdom was another thing, but at least he was still alive, wasn't he?

With his status as a high-level professional, where can't he go?

Seeing that the gray-robed woman was unwilling to let go, an Avar officer kicked Rosalind directly from behind.

The officer was also a professional; his speed was so great that the gray-robed man didn't even have time to react before young Rosalyn was kicked straight away.

"Your Highness!"

The man in the gray robe tried to rush forward, but suddenly noticed heavy breathing behind him.

The dragon is staring intently at him.

Even high-level professionals would feel their hair stand on end at this distance.

Rosalyn struggled to her feet. Although the kick had traveled a great distance, it seemed that the officer had used his full strength. Despite the pain, Rosalyn neither vomited blood nor fainted.

The officer shouted to the soldiers around him, "Search the ship thoroughly, don't miss any corner. This might just be a decoy."

Upon receiving the order, Avar's soldiers immediately began searching the Castilian ships.

The officer stepped forward, grabbed Rosalyn's hair, examined her closely, and after seeing that although tears were welling up in her eyes, she wasn't crying, he snorted coldly and threw her to the ground.

The princess is likely real, but the officer didn't care; she was just an overconfident prisoner.

"What do you want?"

An angry voice came from the other side. As a high-level professional, the gray-robed man didn't have many soldiers around him, only a giant dragon guarding him.

"I have a lot of money, I have a lot of magical artifacts, what do you want? As long as you release His Highness, I can do whatever you want!"

Although his tone was somewhat angry, the gray-robed man's expression was more like that of pleading.

Just then, the Avar officer appeared in front of the gray-robed man and knocked the magical artifact he was holding in his sleeve.

The officer had a deep scar on his face, which appeared even more distorted and terrifying under his angry expression.

"I am also a high-level professional. Trying to pull tricks in front of me is a sign that you don't respect me at all."

“Scholar in gray robes, I’ve heard your story. If you only wanted to escape, I might have had a headache, but I never expected you to try to feign surrender and escape with this little girl. You’re really overestimating yourself.”

The gray-robed man's eyes dimmed. He was originally a research-oriented professional, and even escaping from under the noses of a high-ranking knight and a dragon was not guaranteed. That magical item was His Highness's last hope for escape, but he didn't expect it to be seen through so easily.

A high-ranking knight; the other party has indeed gone all out.

Seeing that the gray-robed man had lost hope, the officer approached Rosalyn again. Seeing that Rosalyn still hadn't cried, the officer lifted her up and asked, "I heard you're a proponent of war in your country?"

Rosalyn nodded.

The officer threw Rosalind to the ground and cursed, "What do you know about war, you little brat! Wouldn't it be better to obediently submit to the great Avar? Because of you warmongers, how many more brothers have we lost?"

The officer seemed still not satisfied and kicked Rosalyn, who was lying on the ground, twice more. Although he kicked her quite carefully, he managed to keep her from fainting or suffering any fatal injuries.

Rosalind sat up abruptly, her hair, already frizzy from the sea breeze, now even dirtier. Through her disheveled hair, she glared at the officer and roared, "You invaders, you executioners! The resistance in Castile will not end, never!"

Upon hearing this, Avar's officer stomped hard on Rosalind, twisting his ankle as he said, "I don't know if Castilian resistance will end, but I know you're about to suffer worse than death!"

Rosalyn's tears finally welled up, whether from hearing those words or from the pain she was in, it was hard to tell.

Just as the Avar officer's face lit up with a satisfied smile, he heard Rosalyn praying softly.

"Noble elves, we are powerless to protect our home. With all my heart, I beg you, if you have mercy, please grant us a little strength and bring us hope."

Upon hearing this prayer, the Avar officer couldn't help but laugh, saying, "The elves aren't gods, how could they possibly hear your prayers for no reason? You ignorant fools."

But Rosalind kept repeating, "Noble elf..."

The Avar officer shook his head. "Is this madness? How boring."

Just as the officer released his foot and turned around, a burst of dragon breath surged from afar, striking the head of the giant dragon behind the gray-robed man.

The dragon, in pain, instantly roared and soared into the air.

Immediately afterwards, the gray-robed man witnessed a scene he would never forget: another dragon, another blue dragon, was breathing dragon breath on its own kind not far away.

At this moment, the earth seemed to tremble as the two dragons fought.

No, it's not because of the dragons' battle, but because the earth is genuinely trembling!

Not far away, several oddly shaped vehicles with steel shells and four wheels were speeding towards them.

As a scholar, several questions immediately came to mind: What was pulling these things that looked like vehicles? What was inside these steel carriages that could make the earth tremble?

Could it be that the elves of this continent truly heard Your Highness's prayers and came to answer them?

But why are the flags on these vehicles painted with a giant bear? Do elves have any records of using bears as totems?

The Avar soldiers, on the other hand, reacted more directly.

"It's the Cape North! It's Sir Lars from the North!"

The moment the Avar soldiers saw the flag, they panicked instantly; the fear in their eyes was unmistakable.

"Don't panic! Don't panic! Quick, form ranks! Form ranks!"

Although he kept telling the Avar officer not to panic, he looked more flustered than anyone else.

The gray-robed man estimated that even if those steel carriages were crammed full of people, there could not possibly be more than the number of Avar soldiers on the coast. And what could possibly make a high-ranking knight so panicked?

Are those steel carriages hiding monsters even more outrageous than high-level professionals?

However, this chaotic situation was too good to pass up. Now that the dragon was gone and the officer was in a panic, the gray-robed man took advantage of the chaos to get to Rosalind and pulled her aside.

It went so smoothly, far too smoothly. The gray-robed man didn't even look at the prince in front of him at first, but instead looked at the Avar officer who had been arrogant and domineering not long ago, but now looked flustered and couldn't even care about himself and the prince.

The Avar officers were on high alert and had no energy left to control the Grey Robes.

Could a miracle have truly occurred? The gray-robed man didn't know; he simply took out a potion from his pocket and fed it to the weakened Rosalyn.

Rosalind was also unusually clear-headed, staring intently at the steel monsters that were causing the earth to tremble.

Seeing what jumped out of the steel monster, Rosalind, ignoring her pain, asked in a daze, "Grand Master, are all elves this big?"