The Wyvern Rider's report was like a shot of adrenaline to White Butcher, whose days had been exceptionally dull lately, leaving him somewhat numb. It instantly lifted his spirits.
"Did you see the city on the other side? How large is it?"
"Reporting to Lieutenant Colonel, yes, we saw it. But rather than calling it a city, it would be more accurate to call it a relatively large village or town. The defensive wall around it isn't made of stone, either, but wood."
Needless to say, this situation had somewhat exceeded White Butcher's expectations.
By his reckoning, any power capable of building that kind of Sea Ship should at least possess a decent city, even if nothing else.
Yet the result was only a village or town? And its outer defensive wall was made of wood?
White Butcher was astonished.
Of course, this alone couldn't directly prove that the other side was weak. It was also possible that the island simply lacked stone.
"How far away is it? About how long will it take the fleet to get there?"
A wyvern's flight speed and a fleet's sailing speed were on entirely different levels.
After working with the fleet for this period of time, the Wyvern Rider had a rough idea of its speed. After estimating the distance, he quickly gave his answer...
"It'll take the fleet around nine to eleven hours to get there."
There were many factors affecting travel at sea.
With a favorable wind, they could set their sails and sail with it, making their movement highly efficient.
Conversely, if they faced a headwind, they could only stow their sails and row under human power. Their efficiency would then drop sharply.
Those were merely two broad possibilities. The actual situation also depended on the wind's strength, its precise