Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System

Expedition to the ruined city (2)

The Wind Rider soared through the blanket of morose gray clouds, and the world below soon disappeared into a hazy blur. Ezra looked on to catch one last glimpse of the capital as it was swallowed by the morning fog.

Flying over the walls of the great city, the airship picked up speed as Zala turned a knob to fuel its magic flames with crystal dust.

Being so high above the clouds kept the airship out of harm’s way by preventing the guards and towers from detecting it. And its silent engine ensured that it was quieter than a bird in flight.

With the wind on its back, the Wind Rider sailed the sky like a weightless ship, its bulbous frame drifting through the clouds and bobbing up and down as the pressure kept rising and falling with each little turn of the knob.

As the Wind Rider soared over the barren peaks of the Marauder Mountains, Ezra caught a glimpse of the treacherous pass snaking across the rocky ridge. It was here the old kings of Valaria had held back the elves during the ear