Transmigrated as a Ghost

Having grabbed onto Captain Gatlin by the straps of his armor, Marcus carried him high into the air and shot off in the direction of the next settlement.

As this happened Gatlin was understandably surprised and began screaming loudly, as he was suddenly hoisted hundreds of feet into the air and accelerated to a speed over three hundred miles an hour.

“There is no need to be afraid. I will not drop you unless you give me a reason to.” Marcus said, trying to calm Gatlin down.

Unfortunately, his choice of words were not much for building Gatlin’s confidence, especially when he was talking about dropping him.

Eventually though he calmed down and asked Marcus if this was really necessary.

“Whether it is necessary or not, I do not know. But it should save me plenty of time to have you along to convince your soldiers without me having to.” Marcus said as he continued to speed along through the sky.

At the very least he had created a mana barrier that was protecting Gatlin from most of the windchill. Otherwise, the army captain was likely to have ended up a popsicle in a short amount of time._.

With Marcus’ speed they soon saw the first village on their route, and he quickly swooped down into the center of it.

Looking around he could see that the place had incurred a bit of damage from attacks, but nothing compared to what Norr village had endured.

Once they had located the soldiers, Gatlin got an update on what had happened here and relayed the order to stay on the defensive and be extra vigilant tomorrow.

“So how casualties have they had?” Marcus asked to the captain when he was finished speaking to his soldiers.

“None. They have been lucky and all eleven of them are still alive. Though two of them have taken debilitating injuries. If you would not mind, could you heal them?” Gatlin asked with a pleading expression.

Smiling, Marcus said, “Yeah, no problem. I am more than happy to heal up any of the soldiers so that they can fight at their best.”

Quickly he healed the two soldiers. One that was missing his right arm, and the other who actually had one of his lungs destroyed.

The two of them like everyone else he had ever healed, thanked him profusely for performing a miracle for them.

Then after that was done, Marcus dropped off a few of the thermal enchanted sets of clothing and an extra supply of food.

“Okay let us move onto the next one.” Marcus said when they had finished up at this village.

Bracing himself, Gatlin knew what was about to happen and got ready for Marcus to whisk him away back into the sky.

The day went by much the same as Marcus flew over to one settlement after the other, got a status report, relayed orders, healed up those who were injured, and delivered some extra supplies.

By the time they had finished visiting the last village the sun had already gone down and the three moons of Mirrion had come out.

Surprisingly all three of them were nearly full and it was the first time since coming here that Marcus had seen this.

‘Well that certainly is pretty. They are a lot brighter than the one on Earth was.’

Gazing up into the sky Marcus sat around waiting for the captain to recover so that they could head back to Norr Village.

Currently the poor guy was huddled next to Marcus’ floating lantern spell and warming back up after being flown around all day in the freezing cold.

Around half an hour later Gatlin had finally managed to get himself warmed up again and to push off some of the fatigue of the long day of being flown around.

“Okay, I will get us back to Norr as quickly as I can. It should only be about forty or so minutes.” Marcus said.

Groaning, Gatlin was already tired off being treated like luggage, but there was no way he could travel the around two hundred miles to Norr from where they were on his own.

Picking him up for the last time, Marcus shot into the air and made his way back to Norr.

When they finally arrived back at the village Gatlin was thankful to see that it was still standing, since he feared it might be attacked while he was gone.

Of course, Marcus was not going to leave something like that up to chance and had left a watcher to keep vigil over the place.

‘Did you have any trouble while I was gone Roxene?’ Marcus said over their telepathic connection.

‘A few weak beasts and monsters came by, but I drove them off easily enough. But I can tell you already that something really bad is going on. I got the whiff of some very strong monsters and beasts a bit deeper in. I think one of the beasts might even be at the legendary grade. Normally these types of creatures would be the kings of their domain, but they have all gathered down this far in the woods. Whatever is causing them to migrate like this must be very dangerous.’

Hearing this coming from Roxene, Marcus could tell that there was probably some serious trouble brewing further north.

Still, he needed to bring down the growing presences of powerful creatures that were getting ever closer to trampling the frontier settlements, and then making their way deeper into the kingdom.

Even a single level fifty beast or monster could run rampant through the entire area, causing major damage wherever it went.

Not even River Landing could hope to repel more than one of two beasts at level fifty or higher.

‘Well good work while I was away. If you want to go back to sleep, you are welcome to come back and rest in my companion storage? For the next few days neither of us are probably going to be getting much of any rest.’

Agreeing to Marcus’ proposal Roxene stealthy ran out of the woods, avoiding any attention of the soldier out on watch and made her way back to Marcus.

‘Now I guess I should keep an eye out here through the night, and then tomorrow it will finally be time to begin the culling of beasts and monsters.’