Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

Chapter 351 Heading into the Abyss

As soon as Gray Robe walked out of the cabin, he realized that something was wrong. The route to the Misty Sea was blocked by the enemy.

As expected, the smooth journey was all a lie. The intelligence had been leaked long ago, and the interior of Castile had long been like a sieve.

"Protect the little princess!"

After the gray robe finished speaking, he climbed onto the bow of the ship. Before the gray robe began to cast a spell, a cannonball landed solidly next to the main ship.

This is very similar to the artillery used in areas where the magic environment has been destroyed, but it is different and seems to be powered by magic.

Does Avar have such a thing in his hand? Looking at the endless artillery fire, the gray robe suddenly felt desperate. He could open the protective shield to resist, but how long could he block it?

But it was far from the time to give up, as the enemy's ships began to appear and disappear, and suddenly there was another round of artillery fire, the deafening roar seemed to tear the sea apart.

"Full sail, quick!"

Following the order from the grey robe, the sails of the fleet were fully pulled, and the grey robe began to wave his wand.

Someone died in this unpredictable sea, but there was no one to collect the bodies. The temporarily recruited sailors tried their best to carry out the orders.

Strong wind pressure came instantly with the spell, whistling and carrying the fleet forward at full speed.

Fortunately, the enemy's artillery was obviously used on land and was moved to the ship without any improvements. Moreover, it seemed that the enemy's gunners were not skilled and the hit rate was worrying.

But seeing that the flames on the opposite side showed no signs of stopping, the gray-robed man couldn't help but curse inwardly. How come these cannons were even more exaggerated than those used by Avar on the continent of Sauron?

Relying on the farsighted magic, the gray robe could clearly see that not only were the opponent's gunners' aiming and firing movements extremely stiff, but they even had to pause and adjust their position after each firing. It was obvious that the opponent's artillery was of inferior quality.

But even if it is a low-quality product, it does not affect the power of this weapon.

For a moment, Gray Robe was a little dazed. Even if these weapons could not be used in the land without magic, they could completely determine the direction of the battlefield. Facing such an Avar, does Castile really have a future?

"National Division!"

Seeing Rosaline running out of the cabin in a panic, the gray robe immediately woke up and scolded: "Your Highness, go back to the cabin and protect yourself!"

"Only you can represent us, Castile. No matter what, we will send you to Mu Continent!"

Just as he finished speaking, the enemy's artillery seemed to be stuck suddenly, which gave the Castile fleet a chance to catch its breath. The gray robe instantly used all the remaining magic power in his body to increase the wind pressure.

At this moment, the man in gray was praying in his heart that the storm of the Sea of ​​Uncertainty would come soon. Only in this way would the Castilian fleet have a chance to break through the chaos and approach the coastline that was already within reach.

At this moment, the most desperate thing happened. Although the opponent's artillery somehow lost its effect and the firepower was much smaller than before, the dragon arrived.

Although the dragon is nominally an ally of the Avars, it is actually relatively neutral. After all, the dragon is equally vicious to all nations and demands tribute from all nations equally.

But with the development of the shipping routes to Mu Continent, the ties between the dragons and the Avar Kingdom became closer, and they became more like true allies.

A casual breath from the dragon was enough to cause the destruction of most of the Castile fleet.

It’s over, all over. This was the only thought in Gray Robe’s mind. It was a pity that the little princess Rosaline would have to accompany him to die in the sea.

Although the coastline of Mu Continent can be seen, Gray Robe has no way of guessing where that coastline is. The worst case scenario is that the coastline here is full of Avar strongholds.

Moreover, the giant dragon above seemed to be intentionally driving the Castilian fleet towards a certain location, and the gray robe's farsighted magic could clearly see that the Avar soldiers were gathering on the shore not far away.

Thinking of the Avar Kingdom, Gray Robe felt that dying in the sea with the little princess might indeed be a better choice.

But looking at the little princess who was looking at him worriedly through the window in the cabin, Gray Robe gritted his teeth. After all, he was a high-level professional. Although there was a dragon watching them, they were just a group of Avar soldiers. There might be a chance for them to break through after landing.

Gray Robe made up his mind and led the fleet in the direction the dragon was leading.

The cloud of despair enveloped the entire sea area, and the scenery on the shore became clearer and clearer. Fortunately, the coast did not seem to be the Avar stronghold. After all, the Avars should have only received general information and could not control where the Castilian fleet would land. They could only let the dragon drive the Castilian fleet in the direction closest to them.

But at the same time, the Avar soldiers were also gathering towards the landing site. It was obvious that the other side knew that there was a high-level professional like Gray Robe on the ship, and those Avar soldiers were fully armed and ready for battle.

The gray robe sighed deeply. He might be able to escape, but could he take His Highness with him? Or after he escaped, he could find the elves and ask them to save His Highness? By then, it would be too late.

Seeing the gunfire stop, Rosalin also walked out of the cabin. The young Rosalin seemed to have realized what was happening. She came to the gray robe, tightly grasped the corner of the gray robe, and watched herself and the Castile fleet sail towards the nearest shore.

No, that was not a shore, but the abyss of hell. According to Castilian records, it was unlikely that people captured by the Avars would have a good ending.

"Master, will my father redeem me?"

Rosalin seemed to have known her fate, and her hands holding the gray robe tightened unconsciously.

"Yes, it will just cost a little more money. Since His Majesty values ​​Your Highness so much, he will do it."

Gray Robe knew that from the moment she set sail, the little princess was already a dead person in the royal list of Castile.

Gray Robe didn't know what His Majesty was thinking, but those nobles would definitely not help pay for the redemption - how could they redeem a dead person?

As the first member of the Castilian royal family to be captured, the nobles would probably only blame His Highness for not committing suicide before being captured, which is what Gray Robe is thinking now.

Your Highness is still young and certainly cannot bring himself to commit suicide. In that case, I might as well do it myself.

Anyway, as a high-level spellcaster, if Grey Robe wants to escape, it will be difficult for Avar to catch him without his best effort. As long as he finds the elves for help after escaping, Grey Robe will not only be the national teacher but also the hero of the kingdom when he returns. No one will care about a dead man who was kicked out first in the political struggle. No one will.

The man in gray robe pulled out a dagger from his sleeve.

Is it true that no one cares?

No, Gray Robe himself cares a lot about it. There are more than one people who were kicked out and died in the political struggle.

The man in gray retracted the dagger and gently patted the little princess who was trembling with fear.

"It will be fine, Your Highness. Everything will be fine. Pray to the elves and a miracle will happen."

"National Master, is this true?"

"Yes, just as recorded in the classics, the elves will perform miracles at the most critical moment to save the kind warriors."

Of course, this fairy tale could never happen, but Gray Robe had already decided to let His Highness escape, no matter what.