When Zaliha received the lookout's message and rushed out, he saw dozens of warships lined up on the sea in a long row and his face turned gloomy.
"Quickly send someone south!" After all, Zaliha knew what his responsibility was, to guard the Strait of Malacca and avoid being ambushed. Although it seemed silly at the time when he received this task, he now had to admit the Chief Priestess was very wise.
Once this place is blocked, and the navy ahead doesn't receive the message, the fleet now appearing on the sea would be a major disaster for any returning Kushan Navy alone.
"All ships, break through with all your might if any opportunity arises, make sure to inform the fleet going south about the situation here! The ships in the rear should return to our country and bring back the news from here!" Zaliha flipped onto the warship and led ten warships straight out of the water village.
