Chapter 339 338 The Sound of the Tide in the Distance (I)

Chapter 339 338. Sound of the tide in the distance (I)

The first snow of winter in Yas came fiercely. With the help of the strong wind, the white snowflakes swept across the ground violently, and everything in sight was covered with silver overnight.

The sudden drop in temperature woke Yas III suddenly in the middle of the night. The servants were busy adding charcoal to the room while looking for equipment that could carry fire magic, so that Yas III's study and bedroom could be warm like spring.

Yas III, who woke up, looked at the falling snow and sighed deeply.

He hadn't had a good sleep for a long time.

Two years ago, the rebellion started by Earl Nott quickly ignited the southern border of Yas. The lords who were dissatisfied with the high degree of centralization declared independence one after another, and then united to invade the territory of the Kingdom of Yas.

It shouldn't have been so fast... Everything seemed to be caused by the arrival of that person.

He destroyed the Goblin Underground Palace by himself, causing the Goblin King to fall, while the reliable and stupid Sir Guy, who guarded the border, stepped into the ridiculous trap of the inferior monster and was buried with him.

The empire, which was no longer in danger from the outside, was now in trouble from the inside. Two years of war had completely shattered the country, and the surrounding city-states were waiting for the huge Yas to decline bit by bit and become prey that could be shared.

Neither he nor the lords headed by Earl Nott were going to accept the result of a stalemate and a line of rule, which would only lead to life and death.

The information sent by the governors of the major city-states was not optimistic. This year's harvest was particularly poor, because famine had broken out in many areas where the war had missed planting. The hungry slaves and the people took up farm tools and chains, hanged the people who guarded and enslaved them, and then hung their bodies high up - either in the mansions of the nobles or on the city walls.

Such rebellions were not uncommon, but they were always easily extinguished.

The mob holding farm tools still couldn't fight against magic. The huge gap brought by magic locked the anger in their hearts back into the cage again.

Although the wise men of the kingdom repeatedly emphasized and reminded everyone that suppression would only bring greater rebellion, Yas III couldn't care less. He knew that such things were also happening in Earl Nott's territory. What he had to do was to collapse later than the other party, and then use the other party's flesh and blood to feed the mob and calm their anger.

Strictly speaking, it doesn't matter if it doesn't calm down. As long as magic and knowledge are still in hand, it will never be the untouchables who can shake Yas's rule, but the nobles.

The war made him deeply understand this truth. He no longer had mercy on the lives of untouchables and slaves. They were just necessary consumables ready to be thrown on the battlefield.

Looking at the news that kept coming in during the break, Yas III ate the soft bread bite by bite. These freshly baked pasta had a rich and sweet wheat aroma, which made his slightly tired body recover little by little.

Suddenly, he frowned, held a scroll and read it repeatedly, and then handed it to the guard.

After a while, a magician came to the study.

"What does the information on the scroll mean?" asked Yas III.

The magician saluted first, and after a moment of silence, he said: "There have been many reports from the front line during this period, and the descriptions are surprisingly similar. At first we thought it was a clumsy mistake made by a new magician, but as time went on, such mistakes also appeared in third-level magicians, even I have experienced it once..."

Yas III stood up irritably, holding the scroll and raised it: "But the magic you mentioned has been used stably for many years!"

The magician was sweating profusely, he really didn't know how to explain this weird and increasingly probabilistic event.

The formed magic suddenly collapsed and disintegrated at a certain moment, which is the "ghost event" encountered by the front-line magicians of the Yas Kingdom today.

The blazing fireball suddenly extinguished during the condensation.

The gushing water suddenly turned into a sky full of water foam.

The thick rock shield suddenly cracked and disappeared before it could withstand the powerful attack.

It was not just a single magic that was interfered with by the "ghost", almost every type of magic reported abnormalities.

Such abnormalities were all classified as "forced errors caused by high tension" at the beginning, but as time went on, they gradually became more frequent. Yesterday, when fighting with Earl Nott's cavalry, two magicians actually misfired at the same time and failed to provide protective magic to their companions.

The two magicians who had been taken off the battlefield had been accused by the general of colluding with the enemy, but only the magicians knew that the two were interfered with by the "ghost".

This invisible ghost had no interest in the flow and condensation of magic power, but once the magic power was intertwined into a network and gradually transformed into magic, it would emerge from the shadows and fiddle with the sophisticated magic system with its invisible hands, leading them to failure.

"What a joke, where is the ghost, how could the ghost only affect magic and not creatures!" Yas III also had a certain understanding of magic, and he only felt that the explanation provided by the magician was absurd.

The land where Yas is located originally had no human footprints. The earliest humans are believed to have come from outside the continent, and they are all descendants of pioneers.

The earliest pioneers brought the original language, culture, and magic system.

Although the initial documents and historical records have become less and less during the long process of development, the knowledge related to magic has been well preserved and preserved by generations of magicians.

These magics, as solid as rocks, have built a new civilization for them in this remote continent and supported them for hundreds of years. They have gone through many storms, endured many tests, and have undergone countless improvements over a long period of time, and have been verified as "reliable".

Now the magicians actually say that these solid foundations are constantly shaking and full of uncertainty?

The magic power is still abundant, what reason is there for magic to be turbulent?

Excuse, this is a shameful excuse!

Yas III wanted to be angry because he saw through the magicians' strategy - through a lie to show him that magicians are indispensable to the kingdom, in order to save the lives of the two magicians who led to the defeat.

The kingdom warriors still have strong fighting power, their sharp blades are enough to split magic and tear apart the magician's body... They seem to have forgotten that although the magician is strong, it is also relying on the power of the kingdom to surpass the people.

After pacifying the magicians and informing the kingdom that it would carefully investigate the reasons behind the magic failure, Yas III did not hesitate to order the execution of the two magicians who made the mistake - he could treat the magicians preferentially, but he could not lose the support of the generals headed by warriors for this.

Yas III did not know what his decision would lead to. At the same time, he did not know that in the depths of the Goblin Underground Palace where Lu Yu had once gone deep, a Goblin King named Chacha also heard a similar report at this time.

In the depths of the humid underground palace, Chacha personally led the team to pick a large number of mushrooms. Thanks to the Earth Mother, in the cold winter, the mushrooms in the relatively humid depths of the underground palace are still growing hard.

Their mycelium extends outward from the mushroom room, covering the long-abandoned underground palace area bit by bit, stubbornly poking their heads out of the gaps in each brick and stone, and producing sweet and delicious "fruits".

Former Goblin King Thorin voluntarily died in exchange for two years of peace for the Goblin clan.

Despite the alien races on the Lotan Plain, humans still venture into the underground palace to hunt for bounties or killing needs, but the scale is much smaller than in the peak period.

Through a brave goblin messenger, the goblins in the underground palace learned that the huge human kingdom was caught in a long civil war.

Many goblins clamored to rush out of the ground and plundered the land that belonged to them, leaving humans unable to take care of themselves.

Goblin King Chacha was unmoved. He had absolute authority with a crown on his head. Although he did not have the wisdom of Solan, he was not stupid.

"Hide, hide again, let them forget us... forget the life that exists in the depths of this gloomy and terrifying underground palace."

"What we have to do is to become stronger, not plunder."

"The land is there, only power can determine the ownership!"

"Chacha!"

"Chacha!"

"Chacha!"

Amid the goblins' praise, Chacha asked a goblin wizard.

"Magic, still broken?"

The goblin wizard raised his staff, and the light ball generated by the simple illumination technique lasted less than two seconds before it dissipated into nothingness. The goblins in the underground palace made a "crackling" sound similar to grinding teeth, which was an instinctive behavior for them to express fear and confusion.

"Curse... This is a curse!"

A goblin muttered so, but was frightened by Chacha's cold eyes and shut his mouth.

"Is there a more terrible curse than a short life, an ugly face, a weak body, and a despised origin?" Chacha looked down at his fellow tribesmen and shouted, "Failed magic is not a curse, but the inability to overcome the suffering it brings us is the eternal curse!"

"Chacha!"

"Chacha!"

"Chacha!"

Under the fanatical gaze of his fellow tribesmen, Chacha left the throne and summoned the best goblin magicians alone.

One weird failure after another emerged in the test, and Chacha sat cross-legged on the ground and fell into deep thought.

Chacha couldn't understand, but his intuition told him... something seemed to have changed?

The wind was still blowing.

The Star Knights of the Gran Empire were hunting in the coastal town of Swordfish City. The giant wetland spiders that attacked many villages and towns were surrounded by well-trained knights from all directions. The bright light reflected by the polished weapons and well-maintained armor made all the giant spiders' eyes white. Knowing that it was doomed, it jumped up, aimed at the least number of people, and launched a desperate attack.

"Let the wind blow!"

In the loud and high-pitched chanting, the inconspicuous whirlwinds on the ground began to gather, and the giant spider was trapped to death by the tornadoes coming from all directions in an instant, and the dust gently blocked everyone's sight.

The wind gradually died down, and the giant spider died.

The members of the Knights skillfully performed a physical examination on the giant spider and actively cut the affected area.

Heather, who completed the final blow, stood silently aside, looking at the original Star Knights companions who were only left with more than 20 people, and sighed.

Grand V died suddenly. He held on to power tightly and did not announce his successor. Therefore, Prince Cornwall, who Heather disliked and even hated, became the helmsman of the Grand Empire.

Heather worked with the Cat-faced Killer and found evidence that he personally participated in the organ trade to win over the magician. Just when she was determined to present it to Grand V, Grand V died suddenly.

Lu Yu once invited her to the distant continent called Mela. She was indeed moved by the powerful magic heritage of that continent. However, her persistence in justice and her sense of responsibility to the Star Knights made her stay.

But now she feels that everything she insists on is so stupid.

Leader Hurst died, and his death was unclear. He suddenly died at home after a banquet. The doctor's autopsy result was "sudden death", but no one in the Star Knights believed it.

All the nobles knew that Prince Cornwall, now Emperor Grand, did not like Hurst.

To be precise, he had no good feelings towards the untouchables.

This strong man who rose from the bottom, stepped up step by step, and proved himself to all the nobles, this inspirational representative selected by Grand V, this righteous and upright warrior ushered in his own end.

Heather, who entered the palace to find an explanation for Hurst, was indeed harassed by Cornwall. Soon after, he disbanded the Star Knights, which was founded by Hurst and only accepted people from the bottom, and sent them to the marginal city-states to be guarded by his trusted lords.

The bottom promotion channel left by Grand V was closed, and Cornwall couldn't wait to get rid of everything he didn't like.

Disheartened, Heather no longer thought about where the Gran Empire would go, and she also rejected her family's invitation.

She, the chief magician of Xingchen, has now become the leader. Even if there is still one person in the group, she will not run away.

It is the responsibility of the leader to protect the members.

Self-blame lingered in her heart for a long time and could not be dispelled. In recent months, Xingchen's companions have always suffered heavy casualties, and all of this was due to some inexplicable accidents.

First of all, the scroll she personally gave to her companions could not be triggered.

Facing the monster, the team member who could have escaped took the initiative to take on the enemy because of his trust in her, and took out the scroll to trigger it, but there was no response, and he died tragically.

Afterwards, Heather repeatedly checked the scroll. This scroll that could not take effect in the hands of the team members brought a hurricane to their camp, and the original effect of this scroll was supposed to produce a defensive shield.

Heather tried many scrolls, but only that one had such a strange phenomenon.

For this reason, she was extra careful every time she wrote the scroll, and checked it repeatedly afterwards. However, another companion died because of the scroll.

This time it was not because of the monster. The moment the team member triggered the scroll, the roaring wind magic tore his body all over, and he died unwillingly before others could treat him.

Before he died, the team member's eyes widened and his lips moved.

"Is it really an accident?"

The silent words tortured Heather's heart.