Chapter 144 - Carriers (1/2)

Roland and Jett stood on the ice, watching the two battles.h.i.+ps that were rapidly catching up to them.

Jett was a bit excited. He had already taken his mace, as well as his studded small round s.h.i.+eld, out of his Backpack, licking his lips in excitement. He had the frenzied expression of a maniac who was about to jump over and go on a killing spree when the battles.h.i.+ps got closer.

However, after waiting for the battles.h.i.+ps to get closer and waiting for the soldiers who stood by the s.h.i.+p’s railing to show their faces, Roland and Jett both had disappointed expressions.

These two battles.h.i.+ps weren’t large; at most they could only be considered medium-sized s.h.i.+ps.

After all, this was just a large river, and the riverbed wasn’t deep enough to support a truly large battles.h.i.+p.

But what really disappointed Roland and Jett was the mental state of the sailors on board.

Although the other side stood taller on their s.h.i.+ps and had more people…

Roland and Jett could both tell that the faces of these sailors had frightened expressions on them, especially when they saw Roland.

“Doesn’t seem interesting at all.” Jett sighed, putting away his weapon.

This group of sailors clearly had no intention of fighting.

The reason was actually simple: these sailors were in fear of war.

How much training time could the inland lord’s sailors have under a feudalistic empire? It was already good enough to be able to form a navy.

Besides, John Senior was only fond of cavalry, and only haphazardly trained other types of soldiers with the att.i.tude of using them to “clean up” or to serve the cavalry.

So, it was already a good thing that a navy was built, and that there were six not-so-small s.h.i.+ps.

It was not like this place was some harbor-type territory.

Many of the other cities built on riversides didn’t even have a navy established, much less wars.h.i.+ps.

The two s.h.i.+ps had cast off their anchors from afar and were set to stay in place.

The soldiers standing on the s.h.i.+p, though in two rows, had their bows behind them and didn’t even take the action of drawing their bows to prepare for battle.

The young man taking the lead looked somewhat familiar to Roland. After a moment’s thought, he realized that it was the young officer on the city wall from that time he and Betta were transporting the seriously injured girl back to the city at night.

Seeing that the other party didn’t seem to have any fighting spirit, Roland didn’t take any action, but when he used magic to freeze an ice path on the river surface that extended to the sh.o.r.e and was about to leave, the young officer on the other side suddenly shouted, “Mr. Roland, please stop.”

It was a little far away, but the voice came through.

Roland twisted around to look at him.

The young officer continued shouting loudly: “The mayor asked us to stop you, please don’t make it difficult for us.”

It’s probably actually more than stopping! Roland could see that the young officer had lied. It was only normal for John Senior to give an order to at least capture them alive, or kill them.

But after all, they were Golden Sons, undying, and simply killing them was useless—it was more just a delay, which was also John Senior’s purpose.

For these soldiers, fighting two undying spellcasters—scary monsters at the elite-level—was no different from committing suicide. This was why they were afraid.

Now they were on a large river, and as the navy, theoretically, they had a huge advantage.

So this young officer had some confidence in this mission at first. After all, the other party was only in a small boat, while they had a large s.h.i.+p. If the other party didn’t cooperate, he could just knock them over and drown them.

The Golden Sons would be reborn in the Church of Life after they resurrected—there was an ambush of a large number of elite soldiers laid by the mayor waiting there.

It was safe to say that, before acting, the mayor John Senior had considered almost everything he could think of and had given orders to that effect.

This was a very reasonable arrangement.

However, the young officer could now be certain of one thing: the mayor had still underestimated Roland’s strength.

The enemy was indeed in a small boat, but now they were standing on top of a huge floating ice platform, and even the small boat was frozen in the floating ice layer.

It was a hot day now… it would be quite difficult to create a larger piece of ice, even for an official mage.

However, the reality was even more exaggerated, as such a large block of floating ice appeared right in front of his eyes.

If Roland could create a block of floating ice like this, then he could definitely create a bigger and more exaggerated block of floating ice.

Even if the other party didn’t use any magic attacks, they could just use ice to jam their s.h.i.+ps—their s.h.i.+ps weren’t large wars.h.i.+ps with anti-magic sh.e.l.l hulls that had the ability to break ice.

Their two s.h.i.+ps would definitely be unable to move if that happened.

Plus, their sailors rarely trained, and without their s.h.i.+ps, it would be impossible to put up much of a fight when they went on land or fought on the ice floes.

The sailors’ role was only to deter those tax-evading “water bandits.”

Roland didn’t pay any more attention to the s.h.i.+ps and just smiled at the other side. Since the s.h.i.+ps didn’t dare to come up, there was no need for him to deliberately deal with them.

Using magic, an ice bridge to the sh.o.r.e had been formed on the river.