Time slowly passed by.
As the fleet sailed towards the Western River Bay, a relatively narrow area, the originally calm surface of the water suddenly erupted into columns.
Countless crystal-clear water droplets shattered and scattered.
With the sound of clanging collisions, thick, long iron chains rose from the water, pulled tight, locking the river surface and barring the path of several of Iron Shield Merchant Group's ships.
At the same time.
The centaurs led by Silver Mane emerged from the reed beds on both banks, their armored front hooves stomping heavily into the shallows. Their strong and tall figures blocked the sunlight, casting elongated shadows over the river.
"Halt the ships! This area is under the jurisdiction of the Molten Iron Tribe!"
The stout and burly centaur leader said in a deep voice, his rich voice sweeping across the ship's hull.
Clang clang clang!
Blades were unsheathed.
