Chương 88: Chapter 88 - People are on tenterhooks (Request for Collection)
When the next day came, it was said that at least five or six hundred people had gone in one night!
Peng!!!
Inside the basement.
A loud slapping sound, accompanied by an angry roar rang out.
"That damned assailant has attacked us again! And we still haven't found a single clue about the other side! Tell me! What the hell is this about?"
The Soldier Commander of Aire City, a great warrior with the strength of a level 15 adventurer, smashed the entire wooden table with a slap.
There was a snap.
A piece of iron that had been placed on the table fell to the ground.
A few lines of the same words were engraved on it.
"Those who offend the heavens will be punished by the heavens!
The third tribulation will begin here!
Mortals! You! Are you ready for the embrace of death?"
"It wasn't entirely unnoticed.
At least we know the other side is in the sky, twenty kilometres above us, and perhaps we should have some spellcasters, on standby in the sky from time to time, looking for that attacker."
Someone else cautioned softly.
"What foolishness are you talking about? Twenty kilometres above the sky, is this a place where the average person can stay?
The air is thin there and the weather is unusually cold.
Even Archmage Nanga probably wouldn't last an hour or two before his magic ran out and he fell from the sky! Not to mention everyone else. If they don't master it properly! I'm afraid I'll just fall to my death!"
The Arch Chancellor roared, glaring angrily at the man who had just spoken, a finance official within the city.
"... How could it be so horrible? The attacker has to cast that spell like a natural disaster at such a height, isn't he afraid of running out of magic power and thus falling to his death?"
"The opponent should possess a magical wonder that allows him to fly."
"Even magical wonders don't have the ability to fly tens of kilometres in the sky for a long time!"
"Then ... could the attacker be a legend?"
The moment these words were spoken, the temperature in the entire basement seemed to drop several degrees, and everyone was speechless for a moment.
They simply did not know how to answer the words.
If it really was a legendary level spell caster that was targeting them, it seemed that they ... only had a way to die.
But why would a legendary-level caster use such despicable means?
And who, exactly, had offended such a powerful person?
Many people once again could not help but shift their gaze towards the Irish Viscount and his wife.
This couple was in a very bad state at the moment, looking extremely haggard. Overnight, they, who were originally only about forty years old, had actually grown a large amount of grey hair.
Their two children, on the other hand, were sitting beside their parents with gloomy faces, not saying a word.
Seemingly sensing the gaze of the crowd, the Viscountess of Ireland blanched and said, somewhat angrily.
"How many times have I told you! This time it has nothing at all to do with me and Ireland! What are you looking at?
Hasn't the man who was sent to my father's place returned yet?"
"Ma'am, we didn't say it had anything to do with you! Besides, according to the schedule, it will take at least another three to four days before someone is sent from your father's place.
But with all due respect, even then, we'll still have a hard time finding the attackers."
"Don't make excuses for your incompetence here! Just wait! Wait for the men my father sent! The damned assailant will be found! And kill him!"
The viscountess roared in exasperation.
But the expressions of the others were somewhat muted.
Kill the assailant? Kill a near-legendary spellcaster? Only an ignoramus like you would think so.
For a moment they were at a loss as to how to deal with the attacker, except to exhort everyone at the same time that they must concentrate harder and bring down the fireball from higher ground!
Also take the necessary precautions to follow up.
The next day.
The city was on edge, the streets were much less crowded, at least 80% to 90% less than before, and only a handful of citizens were still on the streets.
The possibility of an attack at any time loomed large over everyone's mind.
All day long, everyone has been worried and scared.
Even if there were no attacks today, many people left.
The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day.
There were no attacks.
The streets were slightly more pedestrianised and they greeted each other with a few ugly smiles.
Then uncharacteristically, they began to comfort each other, deceiving themselves by saying.
"It's a nice day! Looks like another peaceful day."
"Ha ha ha! Who says it isn't!
The way I see it! That assailant has most likely been fought off by the Viscount! Think about it! At that time, even the Archmage of Nanga was said to have been out in force!"
"Ah! I thought so too! How could an attacker, no matter how powerful, possibly compare to the Viscount who has an army!"
"Hahahaha! That's right! The attackers are gone! We are safe!"
The soldiers beside them sighed in their hearts at the words, for the orders they had received showed that the attackers had no intention of leaving!
But they couldn't be bothered to crack down on the lords, for poking their fanciful dreams might usher in some despair that no one wanted to see!
..........
Ten thousand metres above, an Archmage in black robes stood in long stance, sweeping around from time to time.
He was the Archmage of the Viscountess's father's house and had come over to help the Irish Viscount and his wife.
It was already the second day since he had arrived here.
He and several other Archmages, who kept taking turns on duty 10,000 metres up in the air, had found nothing so far.
At this moment, his magic power was also running low, and he frowned as he slowly descended, ready to take his turn with the other Archmages.
But at that very moment, the colour of the sky changed, and as he looked up, he saw a fireball of crimson with a hint of bright yellow falling!
"It's coming!"
This Archmage's pupils contracted for a moment, and as he descended, he sent an ice ball spell, blasting straight through!
The fireball collided with the ice ball and once again burst into countless rain of fire, falling towards the ground!
And at this point, the spell casters on the ground, the hunters, tensed up as they launched their attacks, blasting a rain of fire away completely.
Some of them disappeared completely before they could actually hit the ground.
Others that fell were also blocked by some soldiers, with some specially made mud umbrellas.
A disaster was actually blocked just like that!
This caused many of the collar people, who had been hiding, to run outside and let out a cheer.
It also stopped some of them from trying to escape.
The soldiers also advised the families at this time, telling them that the Lord Viscount had invited two great mages from the old Count, and that together with them, they would be able to completely ward off the attackers, and that it would not be long before they could arrest them.
This gave a lot of residents confidence.
And at the moment, in the basement.
The atmosphere was much better than the last time.
The Viscount of Ireland happily praised the two archmages from his mother's house, while encouraging everyone to keep up their efforts to fend off the attack.
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