Chapter 513

The Royal First Fleet, The Opportunity Has Arrived (2)

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“It seems that this time, the bounty will be in the hands of our Jungle Guild. When that happens, the Kingdom of Bass will take notice of us and commence supporting us. Thus, surpassing the Wasteland Guild is only a matter of time.” Pando heard this and nodded in agreement. Could a mere player truly pose a threat to their Jungle Guild?

He was tempted while thinking about the massive resources that the Kingdom of Bassw was providing to the Wasteland Guild.

Without further hesitation, he immediately ordered the attack.

Little did he know that he was facing an opponent he couldn’t shake or match.

Nighttime.

Thousands of miles away in the Kingdom of Bass.

Inland coastal city, Ilkand.

This city, with its vast size and a major military port, was the second-largest city in the country. Even though the Kingdom of Bass was at war with Lienhardt, this place still appeared bustling and lively.

Shops on both sides of the streets stayed open day and night. Alchemical lamps created captivating lights, and neon lights from taverns, casinos, department stores, and even brothels illuminated the city, making it a place that never slept.

Even the tall city walls couldn’t conceal the radiant lights. Beams of alchemical light shot from the ground into the sky, as if illuminating even the gloomy heavens.

The Ninth Fleet of the Kingdom of Bass was stationed here, tasked with guarding hundreds of kilometers of coastline. However, most of the fleet’s ships were currently docked, and the sailors on duty were drinking heavily in their cabins.

Were they afraid of enemy attacks?

Humph, their biggest enemy, Lienhardt, was currently being crushed by Marshal Russell’s expeditionary force, with their territory falling and engulfed in warfare. They were too busy to spare the time and resources to launch an attack thousands of miles away in the open sea.

Even if an enemy did come, they weren’t afraid. They would make the enemy understand their power!

In the dreams of some of the sailors who were already deep asleep, they were punching Lienhardt, kicking the coastal areas to the northwest, and even sailing their warships to the capital of the Silvermoon Dynasty, where they plundered freely, adorned with jewelry, and slept with two beautiful elf maidens.

While these sailors were dreaming away, a shrill alarm abruptly awakened them.

“Enemy attack!”

Dozens of large lamps instantly pierced the night, illuminating a dark stretch of the ocean.

However, in the next moment, they witnessed a scene that made their souls tremble, and their pupils contracted sharply.

A massive fleet of steel warships was slowly moving less than two kilometers away from them, with alchemical cannons on their sides radiating a menacing black aura, all pointed at them.

And the flags already flying on the ships revealed their identity.

The Kingdom of Lienhardt, Royal First Fleet.

“It’s impossible…” mumbled a naval officer who had just awakened from a dream. According to the information they received, the Royal First Fleet was constantly guarding the capital of the Kingdom of Lienhardt, Tressburg. They should never leave so easily.

Just like their Ninth Fleet guarding Ilkand.

But how could such a fleet appear here, thousands of miles away?

The officer seemed to be in disbelief, rubbing his eyes vigorously and looking again.

“Damn it! The enemy is the Royal First Fleet of Lienhardt! Start the warships and prepare to face them! What about our coastal artillery positions!?”

The sailors were in a state of panic.

“Sir, starting the warships will take at least half an hour. There’s no response from the coastal artillery positions. The soldiers there are probably either drunk or out looking for fun.”

The officer trembled with anger, “These idiots!! They dared to go out during their duty hours!?”

He cursed without realizing that he had been drinking heavily himself.

“I must bring them to a military tribunal…”

“Sir, take a look.”

The trembling voice of a sailor made him stop and look into the distance.

In the direction of the Royal First Fleet of Lienhardt, hundreds of orange-red flames suddenly appeared, and then their harbor and warships were engulfed in a blaze, explosions erupting like firecrackers.

In the dark night, mandalas of orange-red blossomed, pulling the soldiers into an inferno of flames and explosions.

Perhaps it was a main cannon shell that exploded in a warehouse hundreds of meters away from him. The intense shockwave sent the officer flying, crashing heavily against a railing, feeling like several of his bones had just been shortened.

The officer, who managed to get up from the ground, now had a look of terror and despair in his eyes.

It was over, everything was over.

After destroying the warships and the naval base, without sparing any shells, they continued to fire at the civilian harbor.

One by one, merchant ships near the mouth of the harbor sank amidst the explosions, completely blocking the entrance and exit. Even the surviving ships that might still be operational couldn’t get through.

This was also one of the objectives of the Royal First Fleet.

To first cut off Ilkand’s maritime route for external communication.

Taking advantage of the element of surprise after destroying Ilkand’s warships, dozens of transport ships that had been hiding behind released landing craft one after another, bypassing the city’s defensive weapons on the walls and landing on the mudflats beyond their range.

Watching the marines forming up in squads on the mudflats, a senior officer of the Lienhardt Navy looked serious.

“On the orders of the Grand Duke, we’ve rushed here from thousands of miles away, becoming the first wave of troops to land in the Empire in this war. We should feel the utmost honor.

But from now on, we need to strive for more glory and medals. Each team will follow the previously agreed-upon plan, capture the outposts on the inland road leading to Ilkand, form guerrilla teams in the forests, block information, and cut off Ilkand’s communication with the outside world.

Just like the Kingdom of Bass did to Feiguang City!

The longer we delay, the more advantageous it is for the Principality, and the more likely we are to win this unjust war!

Everyone, move out!”

“Yes!”

Their thunderous shouts expressed their determination as they swiftly entered the thick forests, launching surprise attacks on Ilkand’s outposts.

Two days later, when the news of the sneak attack on Ilkand City was deliberately released and reached the capital of the Kingdom of Bass, the entire city was in an uproar.

Ilkand, as the second-largest city in the Kingdom of Bass and one of the most important naval ports in the middle of the ocean, was supposed to be protected by the Ninth Fleet.

The fact that it had been attacked so easily by the enemy left them extremely shocked.

The Royal Second to Seventh Fleets of Lienhardt were all tied up at sea, so where did this fleet, which appeared like a ghost, come from?

Due to the blockade of Ilkand City, they couldn’t get any information from there, like a shadow on their intelligence network, leaving them anxious—just as they had previously blocked Feiguang City.

Moreover, they were worried about the vast stockpile of resources, including supplies, food, ammunition, weapons, and more, stored within the city. The quantity of alchemical cannonballs alone in the arsenal could supply ten fleets a hundred times over.

These reserves were originally meant for expeditions.

As a result, a controversy erupted within the court of the Kingdom of Bass.

The hawkish faction believed in continuing the expedition and sending troops from the capital to break the siege and regain control of Ilkand City.

The dovish faction, on the other hand, believed that they should recall the other fleets and even the expeditionary force. Otherwise, if Ilkand City really fell, the impact on the kingdom would be extraordinarily significant.

Sitting on the throne behind the pearl curtains, the king listened to the arguments of his courtiers, and his impatient voice rang out.

“Silence!”

The courtiers all fell silent, looking toward the vague figure.

The king turned to the deceiver standing behind him, wearing a mask.

“Advisor, what do you think?”

The deceiver emitted a sharp, eunuch-like voice.

“Hehe, Your Majesty- Ilkand City has strong defenses, not something a fleet coming from a thousand miles away can break through. 1 estimate that Lienhardt simply wants to block the information, unsettle us, and hinder the supply lines to the front.

But leaving it alone isn’t a good idea either, so why not send out a small number of soldiers and then issue commissions to those glory lords? As long as there’s enough profit, those cuties will certainly complete the commissions without hesitation.”

Despite the courtiers’ strong aversion to the deceiver who had seemingly emerged out of nowhere and quickly gained the trust of His Majesty, they found this suggestion to be quite favorable. It wouldn’t require diverting too many forces to defend the capital, saving a substantial amount of military expenses. They only needed to pay a minuscule fraction to compel those glory lords to work for them, achieving the goal of defending Ilkand City.

A good idea!

“Let’s proceed with that.”

In his tent, Zunon sat in a chair, watching the commissions from the Kingdom of Bass regarding the recapture of Ilkand City posted on the forum, his eyes shining.

Wait, it seemed like he was given an opportunity….