The Elf Kingdom's navy wanted to bring every ship back with them, so they called in nearly all the key personnel from their force of over ten thousand, along with retired officers and technicians from the past few decades.
Together with the more than two hundred Grey Feather Division agents sent through the military teleportation array, they took over the entire shipyard, inside and out.
For the dozen or so days since they'd taken possession, all the navy's technical specialists and Grey Feather Division agents had been working frantically overtime at the shipyard, just to familiarize themselves with how to operate each ship and understand its internal structure.
If they had His Majesty control the currents to bring a fleet of over thirty ships back to the kingdom, wouldn't the army laugh at them? The navy couldn't even operate warships!
That would be a crushing humiliation!
Our navy might be small, but that doesn't mean you dragon-fetishists get to insult us! Every one of my navy members is a high school graduate, at the very least! (Note: The Elf army's current minimum recruitment requirement is a vocational secondary school diploma.)
Although the navy's highest-ranking commander, a lieutenant general, couldn't possibly come, the major generals still had to fight over the available spots.
The victorious navy major general made his way onto the deck of the flagship.
"Your Majesty."
At that moment, Rus Wang had taken human form and stood on the bow deck of this Sun Moon Empire battleship, captured by the Star Luo Empire.
"What is it?"
"We've brought in over two thousand more people, so we can now get all the ships underway in an orderly fashion. But that only means we can set sail. If we're attacked by Sea Soul Beasts along the way, our people won't