They're Finally Here

Benedict stared at the scene before him, speechless.

He saw his chief, Stanley, along with the stone bricks on the ground, turn into a pool of fiery red liquid, flowing across the ground and bursting with terrifying temperature.

He no longer knew what to say or do; he could only stand there and watch what was happening before his eyes.

Not only him, but also the Mercenary standing nearby and the members of the Church of the Goddess of Ocean Currents were all terrified by what they saw.

They had initially thought that the debate here today was about whether the Snow Bear Territory's lord had received aid from the Alliance, but what was happening now completely overturned their expectations.

They never imagined that even a Second Order Profession User would be unable to break through Fran's defenses.

What they didn't expect was that what stopped them wasn't whether Fran truly represented the Alliance, but whether they could break through Fran's defenses.

Benedict took a deep breath to calm himself down a bit. He looked at Fran and the large mass of red liquid beside her, his mind blank.

Just then, Fran waved her small hand, and the fiery red liquid seemed to encounter something, making a sizzling sound.

Then they witnessed something amazing: the things that had turned into red liquid returned to normal.

Including the stone bricks on the ground, and the corpse lying on the ground, whose face was extremely similar to their chief.

"Chieftain!" Several orcs rushed forward without regard for their own safety, dragged their chieftain's corpse out from behind, and then placed their hands on Stanley's body.

Stanley's open eyes said it all; he was dead.

"Bring that body back." Benedict's voice trembled slightly, but it carried an overwhelmingly cold, commanding tone.

These words calmed the orcs who had rushed forward. They glanced at Fran, then dragged the corpse back.

After issuing the order, Benedict regained some of his usual analytical mindset and began to analyze the current situation.

He looked at Fran and knew that Fran was not an obstacle that could be easily overcome; rather, it was only through the combined efforts of all of them that this obstacle could be removed.

But who dares to go up now?

If it were before, Gillian might have been persuaded by herself to go and fight Fran, but now...

He glanced at Gillian's face, which was a mixture of emotions; she was gritting her teeth, and he couldn't tell what she was thinking.

He temporarily set aside his current concerns and began to contemplate the future of his tribe.

The death of one's own chief is no small matter for the entire tribe, as there are many within the tribe who have been eyeing the chief's position.

They were eyeing the position that would allow them to advance to the second tier. This was a special method used by their Orc Tribe to ensure that a First Order Profession could steadily advance to the second tier. Only the chieftain had this opportunity.

Now that the chief has died, all sorts of opinions will likely emerge within the tribe, including those concerning him...

He glanced at the chieftain's lifeless corpse and the orcs beside him who were almost in tears.

This might be a bad thing for the Orc Tribe, but it's not a bad thing for him personally.

However, even if he wanted to lead the tribe back now and fight for the chieftain's position, it was impossible.

Because the Orc Tribe had also signed a contract with the city lord of White Dragon Port, they could only return safely to their original place if they fulfilled the basic terms mentioned above.

At the very least, they need to see that Azure Box; otherwise, they will be punished under the contract.

Benedict glanced back and met Parkerrick's eyes. He saw in Parkerrick's eyes a sense of helplessness about the situation and a desire to leave as soon as possible.

He smiled at Pakrik, and Pakrik smiled back at him, which made him determined to side with the Mercenary as soon as possible, find the box, and get the tribe back quickly.

When the followers of the Goddess of Ocean Currents arrived at the Church of the Goddess of Ocean Currents, they all fell silent upon witnessing this scene and turned their gazes to Bishop Gillian, hoping that he could come up with a proper solution.

Gillian, meanwhile, was looking at Fran and the stone bricks that were now somewhat uneven due to Fran's spell.

"I'm really curious now, why did she come here?"

She knew what Fran's current behavior meant; the other party possessed a powerful Spell Ring, which meant either exceptional talent or a wealthy family background.

Such mages would never appear in the Northern Territory, or rather, they would never appear anywhere other than the Alliance's Floating Isle.

Those mages valued true geniuses, believing they could elevate magic to a higher level, and they treated their own children with the same preferential treatment.

Fran's presence here is the strangest thing in itself, especially since she's placed at the center of this event.

Gillian's hands were clasped together, her fingers fidgeting, and she continued:

"Since a Second Order Profession User couldn't break through this defense, I think a team led by a Second Order Profession User should be able to."

"If we capture her, we might be able to get a ransom from the Alliance."

At Gillian's command, the Goddess of Ocean Currents's forces sprang into action.

Because she did not give the believers any advance notice, they did not have enough people to gather.

Gillian stared coldly at Fran, her mind made up. No matter what happened today, she had to take Fran down now.

Fran's current display of power greatly surprised her and was beyond her expectations.

Now that the orc chieftains are dead, their Church of the Goddess of Ocean Currents Cult should be the most powerful force now.

"Bishop, we are ready."

A Priest spoke quietly to Gillian, Gillian nodded and waved for him to leave.

Gillian is about to initiate the unique Collective Prayer of the Church of the Goddess of Ocean Currents, which can gather believers together and then unleash even greater power.

Under this Collective Prayer, her divine magic will be amplified to a level far exceeding that of a normal second-tier divine magic. Although it is still not as powerful as a third-tier divine magic, it is only slightly inferior.

But just as she was about to initiate the Collective Prayer, a whooshing sound reached her ears, accompanied by some kind of explosive sound.

She looked up to the south and saw a group of small black dots appearing in the sky, growing larger and larger.

"They're finally here." Fran felt the metal plate under her robes, knowing that the Battle Mage Corps was about to arrive.

Within the Alliance's armed forces, there are naturally specific mobile units. The Alliance specifically developed this type of flying vehicle, which is fast and easy to control, but its drawback is that it consumes too many Gold Coin to use.

In such a critical moment, the Alliance naturally had to use this vehicle to cover the distance that Fran had traveled on horseback for five days in just a few hours.