"How could this happen?"
Old Man Isk stared at the ravaged map of the empire, his head throbbing with pain. He had expected a decisive battle, but the big rats had suddenly turned around and begun waging guerrilla warfare!
Yes, this was precisely their advantage! They were rats, naturally adept at guerrilla warfare.
They could burrow underground and dig tunnels. How could humans fight them?
And the Saintly Order had already become the ruling class, enjoying the offerings of their subjects every day.
They could no longer endure a life of hardship.
Without subjects, were these members of the Saintly Order supposed to farm, brew wine, feed horses, and forge iron themselves?
Before the divine envoy came, that was what they did. After the divine envoy came, they still had to do all that—then hadn't the divine envoy come for nothing? If Yang Weite knew what Old Man Isk was thinking, he would definitely say, "I did come for nothing. Handle this demon tide yourselves."
"Duke Isk, what should we do now?" his adjutant asked anxiously.
How could he not be anxious? His fief was about to be ravaged.
His eighteen sons and twenty lovers all depended on that fief for their livelihood.
If it was ruined, the Great Emperor could compensate him with gold and silver, but where would the farmers get compensation?
"Damn it! If we spread out to defend, we'll only be defeated one by one! This is a demon tide, a demon tide we can't handle!" Isk said dejectedly.
A demon tide?
The expressions of the Saintly Order members, Knights, Great Knights, and the many nobles bound by marriage all changed at once! They frantically bent over the map.
When all the arrows marking rat infestations were connected, wasn't it a massive tide?
"The demon... demon