The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 885 - 28 volumes Long Ge plows the courtyard - 2 Against the Water

Chapter 885: 28 volumes Long Ge plows the courtyard Chapter 2 Against the Water

What else can I do? Ebson’s gaze wandered helplessly in search of something, something to rely on. The Mage Corps? They had already done their best. If it were not for their relentless unleashing of thunder-based and flame magic from the fortress, causing those barbarians to think twice and retreat, the tidal wave of barbarians might have already breached the City Wall and would be here drinking to their victory.

The Poznan Knights? They too had suffered heavy losses. Curse that Lecler, he had now become the lackey of that usurper; his sudden attack with the Homer Knights had disrupted our own assault formation, forcing our Knights regiment to retreat and leading to the complete collapse of our line.

Who else could come to my aid? Ebson felt a growing sense of despair. News had it that the Galleians had launched an attack from the West, but help too far off couldn’t quench the immediate thirst. By the time they breached into Homer, would he already be a prisoner trampled beneath their feet? The only hope might lay with the Silesians’ reinforcements; if only they could arrive in time to join the battle, perhaps the war could continue. But to this moment, there was no sign of the Silesians, and the messengers sent to hasten the reinforcements had gone without any news. He didn’t know what had happened.

Dry lips and a dizzy head made it hard for Ebson to stand firm. Noticing something amiss, the guards rushed to assist him down from the battlements. The setting sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, and today’s dire situation seemed to have been narrowly survived, but what about tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? Ebson held no confidence that his side could continue to hold out.

Ebson fell heavily into a chair and soon was fast asleep. Only under extreme fatigue could he manage to doze off, but nightmares would always wake him up in a cold sweat. When would such days come to an end?

"Sir, Sir." The guard’s voice woke Ebson, and his eyes snapped open as he stood up abruptly. "The enemy is attacking?!"

"No, no, Sir, it’s the messengers from Silesia who have returned," the guard replied softly.

Spirit revived in an instant, Ebson shook his swollen head violently and composed himself, only to realize the messengers he had sent out had returned together. What were they pulling now? He looked at the messengers with pale faces in bewilderment.

"What’s going on? What did Nissa Ferdinand say? When can his reinforcements arrive?"

"Sir, there’s been a large-scale uprising within Silesia, and it’s said that the beastmen have also been extremely active on Silesia’s border region. Lord Nissa stated that his army might take a period of time to get here, and in the meantime, he requested that you hold on," the messenger replied.

Ebson sat petrified in his chair, unable to comprehend the situation. Were the beastmen also in a secret pact with that usurper? Why had they started to move now, when it was said that the border region had been relatively calm? Unrest? From whence did such unrest arise? Could it be that the blockade of Groningen Harbor had reached Silesia, causing nobles and merchants to create trouble? No, such a large commotion couldn’t have been stirred up by merchants and nobles in such a short space of time. Didn’t they realize that Homer and the whole of Poznan and Silesia were already at war?

His expression went from disbelief to despair, then to anger, shaking violently with rage. Could someone tell him what was actually going on? Why had all these events transpired in such a short interval? This was a grand conspiracy! Ebson realized he seemed to have fallen into someone’s plot, yet in his chaotic state of mind, he couldn’t connect the dots of the myriad of clues.

The Grand Hall was dead silent, except for Ebson’s heavy breathing. No one dared make a sound, and the Lord, at that moment, was like a furious hedgehog, a creature that would leave any unwary provoker riddled with quills.

The sound of the guard’s footsteps entered the Grand Hall once more, and the ferocious face of Ebson caused the guard who had just stepped in to involuntarily pause in his tracks.

"Is there anything else you need to tell me?"

"Lord, an envoy from the Homer side has arrived outside the city and requests an audience with you."

With lips as dark as a crow, Ebson was taken aback before realizing what was happening. Were they coming to negotiate a surrender?

When the envoy calmly relayed everything to Ebson, the overwhelmed Ebson could no longer contain himself and leaped up in a frenzy, howling madly, "You lie! You’re trying to drive a wedge and split our Alliance, aren’t you? I won’t believe it, I’ll never believe it! The Silesian Army will be here any moment, the Galleians will break through your defense, and that usurper will be put back into place shortly! Haha, it’s absurd, to think you’d use such a childish trick to persuade me. Do you really think I would fall for it?"

A hint of pitying smile appeared on the envoy’s face, as he simply listened quietly to the other’s venting, neither explaining nor arguing.

Like a furious lion trapped in a cage, Ebson paced back and forth frantically before the envoy, but his overwrought, flushed cheeks began to turn pale. It couldn’t be possible, could they indeed be conspiring against him?

"Sir Ebson, please take a look at this," the envoy said, after waiting for Ebson to calm down somewhat, before taking out a scroll from his inner pocket and handing it over.

Ebson snatched the scroll fiercely and unfurled it, scanning it rapidly, ten lines at a glance.

A wave of dizziness nearly brought Ebson to the ground; the seal of the Silesian Lord’s Mansion and the flamboyant signature of Nissa on the scroll almost caused him to collapse. What was this, a letter of intent regarding the land distribution agreement for Poznan? Ebson strained to make sense of it, but there was no mistaking the seal of the Silesian Lord’s Mansion and Nissa’s signature, so familiar to him, certainly not a forgery!

Sitting there bewildered, Ebson felt his mind go blank. Oh, what a move by Nissa Ferdinand! Such a masterful play! What about the fall of one will lead to the ruin of another, what about the dog being cooked when the rabbit is dead—did all of that mean nothing to the Ferdinand Family? Or could it be that Ferdinand and Zellin had already reached an understanding with that Komer, and Poznan was just a piece of meat on their chopping board?

His thoughts were muddled and overwhelming, causing Ebson’s head to throb, but one thing was crystal clear: he had been utterly betrayed by the Silesians and Galleians working together!

Intense anger surged through Ebson like a tide, overwhelming everything. At this moment, Ebson sought vengeance! He wanted to avenge those who had hurt him, to inflict deeper wounds on them than he himself had suffered! He wanted them to regret everything they had done to him! (To be continued. For further developments, please log on to www.qidian.com. More Chapters available, support the author, support authorized reading!)