Chapter 910: The General Shocked by the Oasis!

During the armored general's speech, he still held a map in his hand.

The map looked old, as if it had been around for decades.

"The Orc Nation is pathetically weak; our vanguard force alone is enough to conquer it. That Orc Nation lies right at the desert's edge—advance, let's take it first!"

The armored general waved his hand and gave the order.

Immediately, countless sandships headed westward.

These sandships had flat bottoms, appearing to skim the sand surface, though in truth there was still a gap between their undersides and the sand—somewhat like the magnetic levitation cars Lin Yan had known before his transmigration, though the principle was different.

One relied on technology, the other on magic.

The sandships moved swiftly across the desert, each carrying hundreds of fully armed warriors.

The dense fleet of sandships sailed like a fleet on the sea, surging relentlessly toward the Orc Nation.

Seen from the sky, it was an awe-inspiring sight.

Not long after, they reached the western edge of the Endless Desert.

There, a river divided east from west.

East of the river remained desert; west of the river, vegetation had already flourished, sharply contrasting with the eastern desert.

In fact, the eastern bank of the river had also begun to be overtaken by oases, sprouting considerable vegetation.

"Huh? Has the desert ended so soon? Has the Orc Nation arrived?"

On the sandship, the armored general pulled out the map and frowned.

The massive sandship fleet came to a halt.

"No, we still have thousands of kilometers to go."

The armored general glanced at the map and said.

"General Zha, what's the problem?"

At that moment, on a nearby sandship, a red-robed prelate stood at the bow and asked.

This was a Hongyizhu Sect prelate; in this vanguard force, he led the church's troops on campaign.

"Nothing wrong—probably just an oasis. Transmit my order: all sandships ascend. We'll fly over this oasis."

General Zha said.

Following General Zha's command, mysterious symbols on every sandship glowed to life.

These mysterious symbols were meticulously drawn magic runes.

These sandships were not incapable of flight.

They simply couldn't fly very high.

On the Continent of Gods, constructing flying ships required profound magical expertise and large numbers of specialized alchemists.

Generally, kingdoms lacked the ability to build flying ships.

Only in small empires did some alchemical workshops produce them.

In large empires, the number of such alchemical workshops was far greater.

Although the annual flying ship output of even some large empires fell far short of the Flame Empire's monthly production, they had existed far longer.

In the Eternal Night Empire, for instance, virtually every noble of baron rank owned a flying ship magic pouch.

Even some viscounts, or wealthy barons and merchants, possessed flying ships.

Yet for flying ships, the greatest problem was actually energy.

All flying ships required magic stones as power sources, and magic stones were extremely expensive.

Across the entire Continent of Gods, only the Flame Empire could use air magic stones to store electricity as fuel, recharging them repeatedly and reducing flying ship operating costs to an absolute minimum.

General Zha's empire, situated at the desert's edge and possessing vast stretches of desert, had invented this dual-purpose sandship.

In the desert, it could hover just above the ground, maximizing energy savings.

When encountering obstacles, these sandships could ascend and fly.

But they didn't fly very high.

The massive fleet quickly rose into the air.

Shortly after the fleet ascended, a Seventh-Rank mage who had been sent ahead as scout flew back.

"Report, General—hundreds of kilometers ahead are all oases."

The Seventh-Rank mage said.

"Hundreds of kilometers of oases?"

General Zha pulled out the map again and studied it.