Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

William looked at the officer walking towards them and thought.

This seemed to be the first time William was seeing a fully blessed High Elf. As a magic chanter, it was difficult for him to judge the combat strength of the other party from a non-magical battle point of view. However, from his vigilant posture and readiness to enter combat when walking, as well as the air he exuded, this small combat team could defeat everyone on the ship except him in five minutes like slicing butter even without the support of a magic chanter.

This included the three magic chanters on the ship.

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In Ava State, every elf who was given a last name related to a warrior was an absolute warrior. Ever since they were given a last name and embarked on their ‘path,’ all their goals in life were to hone their way of the warrior.

With the talent passed down by their ancestors and the years of training, although there were very few warriors in Ava State, every one of them was an absolute elite.

I have to get hold of this army…

William thought to himself as he looked at the warriors who were much stronger than the Bramble Guards in Thorn City.

Although they would gradually lose their blessings after leaving Ava State, the blessing could be replenished once they returned to Ava State based on Remides.

Or perhaps, he might be able to crack the principles of the Holy Fire Blessing and use it as another trump card to resist the Moon Realm.

While William was thinking about this, the elven officer came to Hobbs. Hobbs smiled and extended his hand, but the other party only glanced at it and didn’t shake it.

“Hobbes Blackwhale, captain of the Whalebone. I heard that you’ve been in business with the Windsong family for the past 27 years?”

The other party went straight to the point. His tone was like an interrogator interrogating a hung-up prisoner.

Hobbs retracted his outstretched hand awkwardly and glanced at William. Then, he seemed to regain some confidence and replied,

“The Windsongs are only a middleman. We mainly do business with the Silverhands, Grayporcelains, Coldfires, and other families. We bring over all kinds of rare minerals that don’t exist in Ava State, and they sell us crafts. Moreover, the Windsongs aren’t the only middleman…”

“You only need to answer my question. Have you had any business dealings with the Windsong family, yes or no?”

Although it sounded extremely impatient, the other party wasn’t impatient at all.

Hobbs nodded and said, “Yes.”

“Very good…”

The other party turned his head and said to the four Bloodblade Guards behind him, “Don’t miss any corner of this ship. The empire’s spies might exist in every corner.”

Hobbs, who already knew the other party’s intentions, hurriedly instructed the crew to lead the way when he saw this. Finally, he added,

“There are three empire sailors in the second level’s storeroom. Take note. They’re survivors of an empire warship shipwreck. We only saved them by chance. They’re not our crew. Don’t misunderstand.”

With that said, the officer looked at Hobbs with a solemn expression.

“What happened? Please explain.”

Hobbs briefly told the other party what had happened on the way. After hearing his description, the person turned to look at William and said, “You mean this person escaped from the mist phantom and saved those three people?”