In the distance, the Prussian airship marked with an iron cross has already turned its bow.
In the command room of the flagship "Teutonic Eagle," the Grand Master of the Order of Knights gripped the railing tightly, causing it to creak.
Losa's display of power had shattered his preconceived notions. In this era, even the great powers like the Blood Royal Court, the Wolf Race Clans, and others had to keep a respectful distance, yet there still existed individual might capable of influencing the course of a war.
Though unwilling, he had to admit, Frederick, you had made quite a deal using your daughter.
He exhaled lightly and turned to the captain of the "Teutonic Eagle" behind him: "Order the entire fleet to accelerate; our allies have done enough. Now it's time for the Slavs to face the blade of the Teutonic Knights!"
