The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

Before the Kingdom of Avar fled to the continent of Sauron and began landing there, the continent of Mu existed only in the legends of the various kingdoms of Sauron.

In legend, across the Sea of ​​Impermanence lies a vast continent with towering towers, fertile land, and spirits that help the land produce food.

There was gold everywhere, milk flowing in the river, and even the sugar was as white as snowflakes.

Once, a brave warrior crossed the Sea of ​​Impermanence and arrived at the continent of Mu. After embarking on a thrilling adventure on Mu, he returned to the continent of Solon and wrote his experiences into legends.

For most people on the continent of Soren, this was truly just a legend, until the Kingdom of Avar landed.

Powerful, brutal, possessing the devastating weapon of super-level magic, and having brought with them legendary dragons, it was only then that people believed in the existence of the Mu Continent.

Although the Kingdom of Avar called itself pioneers to prove its courage by crossing the Sea of ​​Impermanence and arriving on the continent of Sauron, there are records of the disheveled state of Avar when it first landed. Before Avar had completely unified Sauron, a lie is a lie, and other countries soon found out that Avar had been driven out after being defeated on the continent of Mu.

However, this had no impact on the Kingdom of Avar, because the countries on the continent of Soron simply couldn't win. The Kingdom of Avar still managed to carve out a piece of land for itself and began to invade other countries.

In this situation, Castile, a country whose territory had also been partially occupied by the Avars, began to form an alliance with other countries and rise up in resistance.

With the invasion of the Kingdom of Avar and the dragons' obsession with counterattacking the continent of Mu, the legends of Mu began to circulate again on the continent of Soron.

Especially the elves, who are noble, selfless, and have long lifespans, are practically the perfect race.

Rosalind grew up listening to stories of elves and heroes, and this same dream fueled her journey on the ship bound for a foreign land.

However, the giant in front of her was far from the elf Rosalind had imagined.

Rosalind had already been placed on the troop carrier. Looking at the knight Lars in front of her, she asked, "Big brother, are you elves?"

Sir Lars, sitting opposite Rosalind, was taken aback: "An elf?"

Then, several Lars Knights couldn't help but laugh, although the laughter sounded somewhat distorted and terrifying through the power armor helmets.

“Madam, we are not elves, we are just ordinary knights of Lars passing by.”

Of course, Myron and the others didn't just happen to be passing by, otherwise they wouldn't have asked Margaret for help.

With prior intelligence, Avar's actions along the coastline were not difficult to predict. Lind had simply made arrangements on a whim; it would be best if they could be found, but it wouldn't matter if they couldn't.

Perhaps something was truly protecting the Castilian delegation, because in the end, the Castilian fleet did not sail into Anjou, but instead arrived at a place closer to its original eastern border.

Outside the troop carrier, the gray-robed figure stared blankly at the wreckage scattered everywhere, while several Lars Knights were dealing with the corpses on the battlefield, their movements seemingly quite habitual.

"So, you really are guests from another continent?"

The man in the gray robe nodded.

The grey-robed man no longer had any thought of resistance. Moreover, although the other party seemed ridiculously strong, he was different from Avar. Not only could they communicate, but he was also very friendly.

Moreover, when the grey-robed knights mentioned the elves, they claimed that the elves were allies of the Cape North.

Although it's unknown whether it's true or not, the gray-robed figure can only believe it's real for now.

After a brief exchange, the man in the grey robe boarded the troop carrier's troop compartment and sat next to Rosalind. Rosalind obediently followed his instructions and did not look out the window.

After all, the view outside the window was still too stimulating for Rosalyn.

After everything was settled, Myron said to the gray-robed man and Rosalind inside the car, "Sorry, our vehicle can't fit all the people. The rest of you can wait here for a while. Someone will come to pick you up later."

The grey-robed man nodded, saying that leaving one maidservant by the little princess's side was enough, while Rosalind asked worriedly, "What if Avar's men come back?"

Myron laughed, "As long as the North Wind Bear's flag is still up, those guys won't dare come back."

After the engine started, Rosalyn was finally able to look at the scenery outside through the small window in the crew compartment used for mounting guns, but as soon as Rosalyn turned her head, the stinging pain on her body made her return to her seat.

Although Rosalyn endured it, those kicks did cause young Rosalyn immense pain.

"Use this."

Upon seeing the bruises and wounds on Rosalyn's body, the knight Lars enthusiastically took out a potion from his backpack and handed it to Rosalyn, but was met with a sharp slap from Myron.

"Have you forgotten the rules of the military? Every bottle of medicine has to be registered!"

The knight Lars quickly withdrew his hand.

Then, Myron knocked on the cockpit, and the troop carrier quickly stopped. He handed Rosalyn the medicine from his backpack.

"The medicine is very potent; just one drop is enough."

Rosalyn looked at the gray-robed man, whose eyes lit up the moment he saw the potion.

"This, isn't this too expensive?"

The gray-robed man didn't think there was anything wrong with the potion. After all, given the other party's combat prowess, there was no need for such convoluted methods. However, the potion had already puzzled the gray-robed man. He might not be good at combat, but he was a research-oriented professional. He knew from just one glance that the potion was definitely not simple. In Castile, this potion was definitely a masterpiece. The other party was far too enthusiastic upon his arrival.

But Myron didn't seem to mind at all, waving his hand and saying, "It's just a regular recovery potion, not worth much."

Ordinary medicine? Not worth much? Although he couldn't quite believe it, the gray-robed man could only nod as he looked at the bruises on Rosalin's body.

Rosalyn then got out of the vehicle with the help of her personal maid and wiped off the potion, while the grey-robed man casually tapped the troop carrier with his wand during the brief stop.

I thought the Lars Knights would react, but they didn't seem to care and let the gray-robed man knock on the troop carrier and examine it carefully.

Confident, extremely confident, these people seemed completely unafraid that the gray-robed man would discover the secret of this amazing troop carrier.

Indeed, the grey-robed man could only determine how powerful the troop carrier was and how many attacks it could defend against, but he had no idea how it worked. Moreover, the enchantments on the vehicle were far beyond the capabilities of Castile.

The gap between the two sides was too great. Gray Robe suspected that even if the other side gave him the design drawings of the troop carrier, he would not be able to understand them at all.

After Rosalyn got back into the car, her complexion had improved a lot, and after the engine was restarted, Rosalyn was no longer in pain due to the bumps and changes in position.

"By the way, I noticed that you all had weapons similar to the muskets of the Avar army during the battle."

The grey-robed man was the first to bring up the topic with the Lars knights.

Upon hearing this, even Rosalind stopped looking out the window with curiosity and nervously turned back to look at the previously kind Lars knights.

Rosalind's eyes were immediately covered by the grey-robed figure, and she had no idea what was happening. Did these knights actually have weapons similar to muskets? If she could bring them back, could she save Castile?

Rosalind looked at the Lars Knights with expectant eyes.

The Lars Knights were not displeased that the Grey Robe was inquiring about weapons; instead, they gave him an answer that surprised him.

"A musket?"

One of the Lars Knights smiled.

"Do those imitations made in Anjou even deserve to be called firearms?"