Eric looked down at his mount. Indeed, the flapping frequency of the base of Xinghui's left wing was half a beat slower than usual, and the flight path had an imperceptible tremor. Is it an old injury? Or...
He reached out and touched the area, and his palm touched several unusually hard scales. Strange, it doesn't feel like dragon scales, but like——
"Everyone, pay attention!" The formation leader's voice suddenly sounded sharp, "The valley ahead! There is an abnormal energy reaction!"
Eric looked up.
The outlines of the Anvil Mountains emerged in the morning mist, but between those peaks... Something shone.
Not the iridescence of a magical barrier, nor the natural luster of an ore. That's the reflection of metal.
Hundreds of gun barrels were lifted up from under the camouflage net, and the dark holes pointed toward the sky. The roar of the steam engine can be faintly heard even at an altitude of a thousand meters, and white smoke columns rise from everywhere, intertwining into a strange cloud network in the sky.
"What kind of formation is this..." A knight whispered.
