Under the cover of night, the shadows of the fleet gradually outlined themselves over the sea.
The casters on the dock were ready and, after waiting for a while, the enemy that kept them on high alert revealed themselves.
The specific situation was just as that young man named Alan had investigated earlier.
This fleet consisted of fourteen ships.
They did not hoist any flags to identify themselves, nor did they have any identifiable figureheads. At a glance, one could only tell from the turbulent magic power within them that these guys indeed came with hostility.
The appearance of the enemy confirmed the purpose of all previous activities.
Many of the casters on the dock began to have a change in mindset as a result.
At this critical and tense moment, as the commander on the coastline, Warner Son immediately shouted:
"Craftsmen in the rear, continue your work, do not stop because of this."
