Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2866

Chapter 2866 Wretched Land (Part 4)

2866 Wretched Land (Part 4)

"If just the Garleners shared their resources with us, we would retake Jiera like this." He snapped his fingers.

The components of the Wayfinder were greatly exaggerated and Rhom knew it. He just wanted to rile up the crowd and maybe get a few free beers. After the plague, they had become luxury goods since good brewers were a rarity and fermenting liquor took time.

"According to what I've heard, the gods would have graced us with sinking them and their toy if not for the 'Supreme Magus' and those stupid merfolk." Orpal could almost hear the air quotes and he loved it when people talked about Lith with as much spite as him, yet that name sent the stew back to his esophagus.

"They acclaimed him as a hero and helped the Garleners to get rid of the sea beasts." More lies, more cheers. "I believed Verhen a hero as well after he destroyed Kolga but now I know better.

"If he really cared for Jiera, he would have shared his technology and his Void Magic with us. He would help us to get back on our feet instead of kicking us while we are down." An angry roar and a free beer put an end to Rhom's rant.

"Leech- I mean, Verhen is in Jiera?" Orpal asked, afraid that his brother had come to find and kill him. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

"Seriously? You know nothing about anything that happened during the last century yet you know that bastard's name?" A bystander said in amazement.

Orpal and Night both cursed his slip of the tongue. Luckily for them, it was a mistake easy to fix.

"No shit, genius. I asked about him after I heard about Kolga's destruction for the first time." The answer satisfied the crowd and Rhom was able to speak again.

"Yeah, he's in Jiera. Why? Do you want an autograph?" More laughter ensued but Orpal remained calm this time, spoiling their fun. "The Garleners have been sighted near the beast city of Hasar. Their Train passed close to it without even noticing."

"Where's Hasar?" Most of the cities of the Beast Empire were built underground and their founding dated to after the plague so Night wasn't familiar with any of them.

Orpal took a map of Jiera out of his pocket dimension and showed it to the guard.

"Around here." Rhom pointed at an area close to the west coast, a few hundred kilometers northeast of Reghia. "It doesn't mean Verhen is nearby. The Train went away and the beasts didn't follow it. Why do you ask?"

This time there was no mockery in his voice, only curiosity.

"Nothing would make me happier than someone teaching that windbag a lesson. Yet even if there wasn't a non-aggression treaty between the Councils, people like you and me are nothing to a bright violet-cored Awakened."

Rohm was centuries old, but like most Awakened without a bloodline legacy, he was stuck at the bright blue.

"I know that." Orpal bit his lip, snarling every word.

His equipment would have been enough to fill the core gap, but even Davross couldn't protect him from Baba Yaga's destruction spell. Thrud had already demonstrated how just a few runes would leave him as helpless as a baby.

A direct confrontation was not an option.

"But let's say that I manage to lure the Black Tide away from us and pitch it against the Garleners. What's in it for me?" The Jierans had named the different monster tides based on the skin color of the most populous tribes since it was the only noticeable thing while observing them from the safety of the sky.