Chapter 89 Desperation (Request for Collection)

Others, however, thought that the situation was still not promising and said.

"Lord Viscount! Although it is a joy to hold off an enemy attack, it does not mean victory for us!

As long as the enemy is not found! The enemy may continue to attack at any moment! If we hold out long enough, we will lose! My Lord Viscount!"

"This lord is over-worried! The attacker is a near-legendary spellcaster, releasing a near-ninth-ring spell, and the casting of such spells is not a casual matter, but usually requires a price!

The loss of extremely valuable spellcasting materials! I'm sure it wouldn't take more than a few times for the attacker! I'm sure the attacker won't be able to cast a spell of this calibre more than a few times!

And if we want to find the attacker, it's easy, just keep raising our altitude and we'll definitely find the attacker!"

The Archmage of the Viscountess's mother's house said confidently.

"Archmage Wayne is right! If we hold on just a little longer! That attacker is bound to collapse without a fight! He will lose the ability to cast such spells!

I will make him look good!"

The Viscountess was confident and some of her energy returned.

The next day.

Because of yesterday's successful sniping of the fireball, which caused few casualties, the streets had regained their usual forty to fifty percent of their bustle.

There were a number of Lords with smiles back on their faces.

According to their estimates, the next attack would be at least a few days away.

But even if an attack came, they would not be afraid! There were several archmages and countless soldiers and professionals who could protect them.

Suddenly one of the lords looked up to the sky and saw a bright fire in the distance!

He pointed in the direction of the flames and exclaimed.

"Look at that firework! It must be the glow of a fireball being intercepted! I've heard that this time there's an Archmage 20,000 metres high in the sky to intercept it!

By the time those fire showers fall, they'll probably all be extinguished!

Sure enough! We're safe! The attackers have nothing to fear at all!"

"Think of it as enjoying the fireworks! It's actually not bad to watch them every few days!" Some of the Territorials said with a knowing smile.

"That's right! Those who run away, what fools! These fireworks are very expensive! Many people don't see them more than once in a lifetime! We see them once every few days! We're getting a good deal anyway! Ha ha ha!"

The townspeople were upbeat.

Even the soldiers smiled heartily.

Part of them headed towards the approximate spot where the fire rain fell, while part of them let their guard down and prepared to rest for a while and replace them to take over.

What do you know ...

Another person pointed to the sky in astonishment and shouted.

"No! No! The attack isn't over! The fireball is falling again!"

Others smiled and looked in the direction.

All they could see was a red, bright yellow, sphere as small as a sesame seed appearing six or seven kilometres up in the sky, falling continuously.

Next to this sphere as small as a sesame seed, there were a dozen more ... No! Twenty of them! Still not right! Thirty ... forty identical balls of fire!

"No! No! No!!! This can't be real! Why! Why are so many fireballs falling this time? This can't be real!"

The faces of the Lords changed instantly at this one, radiating astonishing despair!

"It's over! It's over! It's all over! This is indeed a heavenly punishment!

It's a heavenly punishment! Forty times in a row! How can we survive such an attack? We'll die! We're all going to die!"

Some even fell to the ground, wailing in despair as some bright yellow liquid continued to flow from their crotches.

But at this point, no one even noticed this!

All those who saw the vision in the sky were wailing in despair and their hearts were ashes!

Even some of the soldiers were staring blankly at the sky, like puppets, their mud umbrellas falling to the ground in their hands without knowing.

They seemed ready to accept death.

A dozen kilometres above the sky, a spell caster in black robes slowly descended with an ugly face.

He was none other than Archmage Wayne.

Recalling the scene not long ago, his face reddened a little.

He was about to run out of magic power and was about to land to rest and change shifts, when a fireball was shot at him.

That was just as well, as he detonated the fireball with a passing blow of ice spikes.

Looking at the explosive sparks which were significantly less powerful.

At this point, he was vaguely pleased that his attacker had run out of spellcasting material, as he had expected.

But then, one after the other, a dozen fireballs came blasting towards him in quick succession!

The Archmage Wayne was scared half to death!

Although these fireballs were not as powerful as yesterday's, they were still about six rings strong by his calculations!

With his magic power running low, he would be seriously injured if he received one of them!

So, he could only dodge left and right, constantly avoiding the attacks, watching as one fireball fell ...

......

More than forty fireballs, as they got closer and closer to the ground, almost illuminated the entire sky.

As everyone was in deep despair.

Several figures danced in the air as several fireballs exploded one after another.

"Everyone brace yourselves! These spells are nowhere near as powerful as the previous ones! As long as we try to resist we will definitely be able to hold on!"

A message reached everyone's ears as the breeze blew by.

"It's Grand Master Nanga! Everyone believe in the Grand Master Nanga! This disaster! We can still survive it! All soldiers! The caster fights the flames!

All folk take cover!"

At this, the people who heard the words shuddered and took cover, while the soldiers, the spellcasters, moved again.

Spells were blasted into the sky, annihilating some of the rain of fire.

Soldiers raised their mud umbrellas and prepared for the rain of fire ...

But it wasn't until the rain of fire was only about a hundred metres away that they suddenly realised that what they were doing seemed to make very little sense!

For the rain of fire was simply too much and too scattered!

This time, almost the entire city of Aiur was covered!

They couldn't shelter them all!

One by one, the houses were set alight again! The grass was on fire and the people who had escaped from their houses tasted the flames once more!

The fire rages and the smoke rises to the sky! The crowd wails and cries in despair!

One picture of hell after another was shown to all! It was freezing cold! It was hard to breathe!

All the soldiers, the adventurers, the priests of the temple, swooped in to put out the fire.

This time, they worked into the evening.

According to the statistics, 400 or 500 people were killed or injured, and nearly 5,000 gold tal were lost ...

Groups of the wounded gathered together, lamenting their folly under their tears, and envying those of the lords who had left early.

Had I been like them, I might not have suffered this ordeal at all.

Why! Why am I so stupid!

Some of them puffed themselves up right to the point of vomiting blood at the thought of it!

But is the truth really what they think it is?