At the Nantali Archipelago, forty magic airships from the Mine Guard Army had gathered.
Over the past few days, these magic airships had conducted a carpet search above the clouds in the northern region of the Mensa Strait. They had found only eleven Imperial Merchant vessels, and only seven of them were carrying Half-Elf slaves northward. The other four Imperial Merchant vessels were engaged in normal trade.
This also meant that, if the information provided by the Adventurers Guild was accurate, more than twenty Imperial Merchant vessels transporting Half-Elves had yet to be found.
The magic airships had already swept the skies above the Mensa Strait three times. Those Imperial Merchant vessels either had yet to enter the northern part of the Mensa Strait or had already entered the Frozen Sea. It was impossible for the magic airships searching from the sky to have missed them.
The Half-Elf guards had already completed their pre-battle deployment. They sat casually on the deck and began discussing the Gray Dwarves at Luyun Fortress.
Over the past few years, these Half-Elf guards had followed Roy into battle everywhere. They had long grown used to this kind of life.
Several Squad Leaders from the Second Guard Regiment gathered together to chat.
"When the charge begins, your Second Squadron will have to follow behind our Third Squadron this time. We supported you on Kui Island last time. No matter what, it should be our turn to take the lead this time..."
"How many shield-bearing guards does your Third Squadron even have? With all those spearmen and archers, you're destined to hang back and finish off the wounded."
"Our Third Squadron also has a full complement of shield-bearing guards. Why can't we charge at the front?"
"You're talking about this so early. Do you know we're facing