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

Chapter 352 Miracle

The ship docked and stopped at the port of the abyss.

Under the threat of the Avar soldiers, the remaining Castilian crew members put their hands on their heads and walked off the ship.

Gray Robe held Rosaline's hand and finally set foot on the land he had always dreamed of.

But now Gray Robe hoped that all this was an illusion, and that he did not take the little princess out to sea. How good it would be, if he was ostracized, then he would be ostracized. At least he would still be alive, right? If his country was destroyed, then he would be destroyed. At least he would still be alive, right?

With his status as a high-level professional, there is no place he can't go.

Seeing that the gray robe was unwilling to let go, an Avar officer kicked Rosalyn from behind.

The officer was also a professional, and his speed was so fast that the man in gray robe didn't have time to react, and the young Rosaline was kicked straight out.

"Your Highness!"

The man in gray robe wanted to rush forward, but suddenly felt a heavy breathing behind him.

The dragon was staring at him.

Even high-level professionals would have their hair stand on end at this distance.

Rosalin struggled to get up. Although the kick flew far away, it seemed that the officer had a good sense of control when stepping on her. Although it was painful, Rosalin neither vomited blood nor fainted.

The officer shouted to the soldiers around him: "Go aboard and search carefully. Don't miss any corner. This could just be a substitute."

The Avar soldiers received the order and immediately began searching the Castilian ships.

The officer walked up to her, grabbed Rosalin's hair, and looked at her carefully. When he saw that Rosalin had tears in her eyes but was not crying, he snorted coldly and threw Rosalin to the ground.

This princess was most likely real, but the officer didn't care. She was just a captive who overestimated his own capabilities.

"What do you want?"

A somewhat angry voice from the gray robe came from the other side. Because he was a high-level professional, there were not many soldiers around the gray robe, only a giant dragon guarding him.

"I have a lot of money and magic props. What do you want? As long as you let His Highness go, I can do something for you!"

Although his tone was somewhat angry, the gray robe's expression sounded more like pleading.

At this moment, the Avar officer instantly came in front of the gray robe and knocked down the magic prop that the gray robe was holding in his sleeves.

There was a deep scar on the officer's face. At this moment, with his somewhat angry expression, the scar looked even more distorted and terrifying.

"I am also a high-level professional. You are too disrespectful to me by playing tricks in front of me."

"Gray-robed scholar, I have heard your story. If you just wanted to escape, I might still have a headache, but I didn't expect you to pretend to surrender and escape with this little girl. You really overestimate your own abilities."

The gray-robed man's eyes dimmed. He was originally a research-oriented professional, and there was no guarantee that he would be able to escape from under the noses of a high-level knight and a giant dragon. The magic item just now was the last hope for His Highness to escape, but he did not expect that it would be discovered so easily.

A high-ranking knight, the other party really spent a lot of money.

After seeing that the gray robe had lost hope, the officer came to Rosaline again. Seeing that Rosaline still did not cry, the officer lifted Rosaline up and asked, "I heard that you are a war advocate in your country?"

Rosalyn nodded.

The officer threw Rosaline to the ground and cursed: "You little brat, you know nothing about war! Why don't you just submit to the great Avar? How many of our brothers have died because of you pro-war guys?"

The officer seemed to be still unsatisfied and kicked Rosalin twice while she was lying on the ground. Although his kicks were quite measured, Rosalin did not faint or suffer any fatal injuries.

Rosalin sat up awkwardly. Her hair, which was already a little frizzy due to the sea breeze, was now even more messy. Through the messy hair, Rosalin stared at the officer and shouted angrily: "You invaders, you executioners! Castile's resistance will never end, never!"

Hearing this, the Avar officer stepped hard on Rosaline, twisted his foot, and said, "I don't know whether Castile's resistance will end, but I know you will soon suffer more than death!"

Rosalin's tears finally burst out, and she didn't know whether it was because of hearing these words or because of the pain.

The Avar officer had just revealed a satisfied smile when he heard Rosalyn praying quietly.

"Noble elves, we are no longer able to protect our home. I pray to you with all my heart. If you have mercy, please grant us a little strength and bring us hope."

Hearing this prayer, the Avar officer couldn't help laughing and said, "The elves are not gods, how could they hear your prayers for no reason? You ignorant fellows."

But Rosalin kept repeating: "Noble elf..."

The Avar officer shook his head. Is this crazy? It's really boring.

Just as the officer loosened his feet and turned around, a dragon breath gushed out from afar and hit the head of the giant dragon behind the gray robe directly.

The dragon felt pain and instantly soared into the air with a scream.

Then, the gray-robed man saw a scene that he would never forget: another giant dragon, another blue dragon, was breathing dragon breath at its own kind not far away.

At this moment, the earth seemed to begin to tremble because of the battle between the two giant dragons.

No, this is not because of the battle between dragons, but the earth is literally shaking!

Not far away, several strangely shaped vehicles with steel shells and four wheels were approaching quickly.

As a scholar, Gray Robe immediately had several questions in his mind. What on earth pulled these things that looked like cars? What on earth was in these steel carriages that could make the earth tremble?

Could it be that the elves on this continent really heard your prayers and came to respond?

But why is it that the flags on these vehicles are painted with a giant bear? Is there any record of elves using bears as totems?

The reaction of the Avar soldiers was more direct.

"It's Capet North! It's Knight Lars of the North!"

The moment they saw the flag clearly, the Avar soldiers instantly panicked, and the fear in their eyes could not be faked.

"Don't panic! Don't panic! Quick, form a line! Form a line!"

Although he said not to panic, the Avar officer looked more panicked than anyone else.

Gray Robe estimated that even if those steel carriages were filled with people, there would definitely not be more than the Avar soldiers on the coast, and what could make a high-ranking knight so panicked?

Are there monsters hidden in those steel carriages that are even more outrageous than those high-level professionals?

But this chaotic situation was an opportunity not to be missed. Now that the dragon was gone, the officer panicked again. The officer in gray robe flashed in front of Rosaline in the chaos and took Rosaline aside.

It was smooth, too smooth in fact. The man in gray robe did not even look at the prince in front of him at the first moment, but looked at the Avar officer who was arrogant and domineering not long ago but now looked flustered and could not even take care of himself and the prince.

The Avar officers were facing a powerful enemy and had no energy left to control the gray robes.

Did a miracle really happen? Gray Robe didn't know, he just took out the potion from his arms and fed it to the weak Rosaline.

Rosaline was now unusually sober, staring closely at the steel monsters that were shaking the earth.

Looking at the thing that jumped out of the steel monster, Rosalin ignored the pain in her body and asked blankly: "Master, are all elves that big?"