Talanji told Rowan where the Misty Sea lay in exchange for temporary freedom.
She was free to move around. She ate three meals a day in the mess hall with the soldiers and sailors and had a private room to sleep in at night. Apart from the Cannon Deck and the command room, she could go anywhere aboard the Iron Warship.
After a morning of observation, Talanji had gained a basic understanding of the Iron Battleship's structure.
Even without its magical enhancements, the Iron Warship had no real weaknesses overall. If she had to name a drawback, it was that the ship needed black lumps of coal to keep running. Some compartments had to hold large amounts of fuel.
The towering steam engine assemblies looked rather complicated, and Talanji did not delve too deeply into them. Leaving aside their mechanical construction and operation, the very idea of converting heat into mechanical energy was enough to keep her and the entire Zanchul Council occupied for a long time.
Of course, she had picked up the terms "heat" and "mechanical energy" by eavesdropping on the workers. The princess, for all her lofty status, had always been good at listening and learning.
But the calmer and more intelligent a leader was, the more readily she could recognize the danger hidden within these iron machines.
That overwhelming sense of danger plunged Talanji into despair.
While the entire Zandalari Empire strained its wits studying witchcraft and relying on the power of the loa, the Kul Tiras Navy had already built warships this powerful. The gulf between their military equipment dealt Talanji a tremendous psychological blow.
Could Zandalar's King's Army defeat an entire fleet of Iron Warships?
Even if all the loa gods gave their utmost and every member of the Zanchul Order joined the fighting,