The ships carrying the Water Mage Corps soon departed from Mithril Island.
On board the ship, aside from Jabbar, who had already experienced many battles, the other water mages in the Water Mage Corps were all newcomers who, despite years of cultivation, were essentially lacking in combat experience.
This made the voyage something of an ordeal for them.
Their hearts were nearly overflowing with tension and unease, leaving many mages unable to rest properly, let alone maintain their peak condition.
Jabbar had no particularly good solution for this.
This was also a trial that all recruits inevitably had to endure.
To give an extreme example, suppose you had five-star Intelligence. Normally, you could talk rings around everyone, give directions and shape the situation, and perform outstandingly during drills and training, looking every bit the part.
But once you reached a real battlefield, you became tense and uneasy, your mind went blank, and you could no longer do anything. What use would that be? If you couldn't hold the fort at a crucial moment, how could you shoulder any great responsibility?
The newcomers in the Water Mage Corps were the same. It didn't matter how smoothly they normally wielded their spells. If they couldn't be of use at a critical moment, they were nothing but dead weight.
Jabbar had also learned about the Sea Race forces from White Butcher's reports.
To encounter such a special race capable of fighting on its home turf in the sea during their very first battle was undoubtedly a difficult trial for the Water Mage Corps—and a test that would sort the wheat from the chaff.
Those who passed the trial would naturally be able to advance further. As for those who failed, whether they would ever receive a second chance was hard to say. To