Chapter 262

One of his subordinates said.

"Caravans, caravans, caravans—do you only stare at caravans? Don't you know about magic bags?"

Bishop Baoman snapped angrily.

"My lord, with so much cargo, how many magic bags would that require?"

One of his subordinates blurted out unconsciously.

Magic bags are not easy to buy.

The magic bags released on the market are all extremely small, each containing only one cubic space.

Yet the goods shipped daily from Sir Hawk's territory could pile up into a small mountain.

If we use these small magic bags, we'd need a huge pile!

"My lord, now that you mention it, I've noticed something—on the eastern edge of Sir Hawk's territory, near the Misty Mountains, many winged folk arrive every day, and after arriving, they leave without lingering!"

At this moment, a temple knight said.

"Winged folk?"

Bishop Baoman's expression turned serious: "Didn't Sir Hawk's daughter elope with a winged folk over a decade ago?"

He paused, then asked his subordinates: "Are you certain you never saw any fully loaded caravans entering or leaving Sir Hawk's territory?"

"Yes, my lord, we're certain."

The subordinates chorused.

Bishop Baoman said: "Then these goods are most likely grown by the barbarians east of the Misty Mountains and transported via magic bags for sale. Who would've thought such a divine product could emerge from that savage land—and that a barbarian deity got there first? What a disgrace!"

He turned to a temple knight: "Was it you who last saw a forbidden spell attack in the Misty Mountains?"

The temple knight replied: "Yes, my lord!"

Bishop Baoman pondered a moment, then said: "The barbarian kingdom clearly has problems. Too bad the Misty Mountains block our army—otherwise we'd have conquered it long ago. The Star Fall City Temple has a ten-man flying squad; send them to investigate. Be cautious—last time, the royal flying unit was shot down entirely!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Under Bishop Baoman's orders, a flying squad soon departed from Star Fall City.

Star Fall City is a major city in the eastern region, effectively the core of the eastern region!

This flying squad's combat strength was weak; they rode tamed beasts, each carrying archers, and in war, their role was primarily reconnaissance.

Soon after, the flying squad flew into the Misty Mountains and headed toward the barbarian kingdom.

But barely had they penetrated the Misty Mountains when they saw dozens of winged folk armed with bows surrounding them from the sky.

"Winged folk! Watch out—they're numerous! Don't make any sudden moves!"

The flying squad's captain said.

They numbered only ten.

The winged folk numbered dozens.

The squad's captain also noticed a detail: the winged folk appeared in groups at regular intervals, effectively sealing off the entire sky above the Misty Mountains!

Dozens of winged folk surrounded the flying squad, arrows aimed at them.

The flying squad's captain observed that all the winged folk wore uniform armor, forged from a silvery metal that gleamed in the sunlight.

Their bows were longbows capable of shooting great distances; each carried several spears—some wooden, one with an iron spearhead!

The winged warriors' equipment was nearly equal to theirs!

Even better, it seemed.

"When did the winged folk acquire such fine gear?"

The flying squad's captain was startled.

The situation east of the Misty Mountains grew even more baffling.

"Gentlemen, we are warriors of the Hiling Kingdom Church, sent by our bishop merely to investigate the Misty Mountains—we have no desire to fight the winged folk!"

The flying squad's captain declared his purpose.

"Apologies, but east of here is the territory of Yan's Nation. No one may enter by land or air without permission. Turn back now, or don't blame us for being unforgiving!"

A winged warrior, clearly their leader, said coldly.

Yan's Nation!

The flying squad's captain was startled again.

Weren't the barbarian kingdoms west of the Misty Mountains still in a primitive state? How had Yan's Nation suddenly appeared?

The captain's mind flooded with confusion.

But the winged folk's gaze grew colder by the second, as if ready to strike at any provocation—he suppressed his questions, for they clearly had no intention to explain.

"Apologies for the disturbance. We're leaving."

The flying squad's captain turned his men around and reported the news to Bishop Baoman.

"Yan's Nation? What nation is that?"

Upon hearing this, Bishop Baoman was stunned.

"Could the barbarian kingdom east of the Misty Mountains have unified?"

Bishop Baoman ventured a bold guess.

Then he recalled the great fire half a year ago, and the forbidden spell attack discovered by the temple knights.

Yan's Nation—Fire!

These two words spun in Bishop Baoman's mind.

"It seems the barbarian kingdom may indeed have unified—first the divine beans and sweet potatoes, then the winged folk's superior gear. Yan's Nation must be something serious!"

Bishop Baoman muttered.

"My lord, should we report this?"

The knight of the temple asked!