Chapter 97.2: Spring of Salvation (5)
The destruction of Ross, which he had longed for, was just around the corner. He asked Oleciren with reverence welling up from the bottom of his heart.
“Is it possible for the others as well?”
Nod━.
Unlike the buffs she gave Isoel or Cain when they fought Ballam, this kind of thing didn’t require much power, so it was possible any number of times.
Worrall smiled triumphantly like a strategist.
“Then I can do it too. I can safely escort you to the north and deal a major blow to Heatherward.”
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There was a story like this in a fairy tale read to children.
There is a wide river at the entrance to the underworld, where the dead go, and the dead cross the river by boat. When the boat reaches the other side, it loses all memory of its lifetime.
“Wow…….”
And everyone had a spectacle that they couldn’t remember the fairy tale at the same time.
Worrall, who was at the forefront, stretched out his arms, puffing out his chest at the reaction of the four.
“Few people remember it now, but Roscommon was a developed place before it became a transfer station. And most of that traffic was done by boat.”
A huge amount of water flowed through the huge underground cavity like the river of the underworld. And where Worrall’s fingertips touched, a magnificent black ship floated.
“We had a strong point in trade, using the Elivagar River that flows from the north.”
Worrall’s face shows regret.
With an expression of longing for a past that would never return, he approached the ship.
“And this is Ross’ ship, Naglfar. It’s a symbol of Ross that we took when we crossed the sea to Airian.”
“Oh━.”
“Nothing can catch up on the water, and it is safe from any storm.”
“Oh oh.”
Cain and his party had nothing else to say but admiration.
The majesty of Naglfar was so great, and the black water of Elivagar was full of majesty.
“This river flows and becomes the Villa and the Grand Orwell?”
Oleciren, who seemed to be the most familiar with Airian geography among the four, asked.
Worrall smiled contentedly.
“Yes, you know it well. The eleven tributaries of Elivagar spread and flow throughout Airian.”
‘Villa River’, which is the boundary between Lamaring and Ethelred.
The ‘Grand Orwell’, which Cain had crossed by creating an ice bridge.
The beginning of all those rivers was Elivagar, which runs through Marquis Ross.
Thump, thump━.
As in the underpass, the railroad workers from Roscommon Station they saw earlier walked.
But everyone’s faces were bright.
That was because, following Worrall, Oleciren had immediately freed them from Marquis Ross’s control with her command.
“Half to Naglfar, half to follow me.”
At Worrall’s command, they were divided like well-trained soldiers.
Those assigned to Naglfar boarded the ship familiarly, like sailors who had worked for decades.
“It wouldn’t be possible with other ships, but with Naglfar, we can reach Northern Elf Forest faster than a train.”
Cain pointed to half of them standing behind Worrall.
“These guys?”
“They have something else to do.”
Worrall spoke casually to Cain, though he was thoroughly respectful to Oleciren. After all, they weren’t on good terms with each other, so this was more comfortable for them.
“Bring it.”
At the renewed command, the remaining half of the station workers entered the Naglfar. Before long, they had brought out dozens of wooden crates.
Worrall tore the box roughly, and it was full of cannonballs and gunpowder.
Swoop━.
He put his hand in without hesitation.
And after checking the condition of the gunpowder, he smiled with satisfaction.
“Heaven has helped us. The condition is very good. This is all thanks to Lady Oleciren.”
Worrall had been treating Oleciren like a cute granddaughter.
Cain replied indifferently.
“The preservation magic seems to be high-level, so it seems to be in good shape.”
“Tsk. You’re a heartless swordsman.”
Following Worrall’s jab.
“……This is the first time in my life that I’ve heard such a thing from an undead.”
Cain said in a bewildered voice, unlike him, and the other three smiled at the sight of Cain, which was different.
Whoops━.
Of course, as soon as Cain turned his head, he erased his smile.
Worrall, who was watching, smiled contentedly. Other undead who followed Worrall were also felt to be laughing while working.
They were dead, but they felt more alive.
“But why the gunpowder?”
Oleciren asked.
A ship the size of Naglfar was naturally equipped with cannons.
It wasn’t a magic cannon from the merchant city
But it’s strange to see Worrall pulling out all the gunpowder from the cannon.
thud.
Worrall bent one knee and bowed his head to Oleciren.
“Your Highness, I have one last request.”
“Yes, please speak.”
“Please order us to die once more.”
“……!”
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