The merchants of Marienburg no longer mattered.
In fact, because Marienburg was independent and wealthy, it had plenty of guards.
That meant it could at least put up a decent fight.
But only just.
It seemed even weaker than Nurn had been when most of its main force was away.
The Arabians were nearly moved to tears.
As Red Eye kept drawing closer to Marienburg—or rather, to Lin Yun's side, or perhaps Casca's—
and marched all the way there in full view, the Arabians had spotted him from far away. The Demon General, who had been feeling rather aggrieved, was almost in tears.
Among the Arabians, the Demon General had tremendous prestige and was often described as the Emperor of Fear's right hand.
Lately, things had been absolutely miserable for him.
Most of all, he had been forced to wait. And wait.
He had no idea when Red Eye would finally arrive.
So all he could do was keep waiting.
And to avoid being discovered,
they had spent nearly all their time drifting around in a little skiff like this.
Although they had been badly frightened at first, the Demon General hadn't actually revealed all his cards.
He was a Demon General, after all. He had to save some face.
There were still more than two thousand Arabian troops out at sea nearby. With the help of the storm and the Emperor of Fear's power over the mist, they had kept this army hidden within the fog.
But a week or so in the mist had greatly reduced the army's fighting strength. And the Emperor of Fear, who had been maintaining the fog all this time, was clearly having a hard time as well.
He had even considered abandoning the plan to wait for Red Eye and simply charging in