The Spears in the Hands of Griffon Cavalry

On the Imperial Merchant, where all the Half-Elves had already been transferred away, a group of mercenary warriors stood inside the captain's room.

Weapons in hand, they held eight Imperials, including the captain, under control in the resting area.

The Imperial Merchant Moses was deathly pale, and the other Imperial Merchants watched the mercenaries with fear in their eyes.

Their faces were bruised and swollen. Some merchants had tears in their clothes from the earlier scuffle, while the worst-off Imperial Merchant had blood running down his arm, staining a large patch of his sleeve.

Jia Aisi, the mercenary group leader, stood before the Steering Wheel with a wad of tobacco between his teeth, grinning as he let out an excited howl.

The other mercenary warriors remained inside the captain's room until several Gray Dwarves in Dwarf Chain Mail kicked open the door and loudly berated the mercenary group leader inside.

"Jia Aisi, why did you only think to act now?"

Chewing his tobacco, the mercenary group leader glanced at the Gray Dwarf Chieftain and casually said, "Sam Ji, all you know is how to hide in the hold and sleep. You know perfectly well how timid these Imperial Merchants are. You never should have expected them to cooperate with your raid on Kui Island..."

Jia Aisi released the Steering Wheel and pointed at the ceiling above him.

"There's a Great Mage right above us. I remember the Hill King is best at smashing mages' heads open with his warhammer. If he dares come near us to cast magic later, smash his head to pieces with that hammer. Otherwise, we'll have to struggle through his blizzard and might end up frozen into ice in the wind and snow."

The Gray Dwarf Chieftain turned to look over the sea ahead, then pointed