Chapter 364 - Chapter 364: Chapter 344 Relief (1/2)

Chapter 364: Chapter 344 Relief

Three months of besieged life had shrouded Banyoles City in a haze of gloom. Every day and night, the people within the city endured their lives amidst fear and anticipation, their existence eroded by endless anxiety and unease.

The erstwhile clamor of the city streets was gone, replaced by a silence only occasionally broken by the footsteps of patrolling troops and the distant rumbling of artillery fire.

The destruction caused by the battles fought by the Extraordinary Exponents was too vast. Although not a single Monarch powerful expert had perished in three months, and the city’s barrier remained operational, the aftermath of a dozen battles had almost completely reduced the entire city to ruins.

The lives of the residents of Banyoles had become extraordinarily difficult, food and water extremely scarce. People had to rely on the army’s rationing and limited reserves to sustain themselves.

Every morsel of food seemed precious beyond measure, each drop of water like the source of life itself.

To conserve resources, the citizens of Banyoles had to take various measures: saving fuel, conserving water, everyone contributing their strength to the struggle for survival.

However, in these unprecedented hardships, the people of Banyoles exhibited remarkable resilience and unity. They supported each other, and even groups of volunteers, believers in the Silver Moon Lady and the Lord of Salvation, formed teams to provide essential help to the city’s residents, braving dangers and moving through every corner of the city to bring hope to those in pain.

These volunteers could leave the city under the guidance of priests from the True Gods Church and then return to Banyoles, but each time they could only bring limited amounts of food and medicine, and they were always rigorously checked for weapons and extraordinary materials, with no Extraordinary Exponents among them.

The weather turned colder, and the long siege of Banyoles tested the citizens’ mental endurance enormously. They were constantly worried about the safety of their family members, fearing the loss of loved ones and friends.

The only good news was that the Frosac and Jones families had not yet entered the battle, and though the Adley Royal Family continuously urged action, they dared not offend them at such a time.

“Mommy, I’m hungry.”

The little boy and his mother begged for food, but the worried mother just sighed deeply.

Suddenly, the sky quietly changed color, shifting from a deep leaden gray to a soft silvery white. A slight cold breeze swept by, carrying a subtle chill with it.

Those immaculate elves gently fluttered down from the sky, growing more and more dense, like countless tiny hands softly caressing the forgotten city.

They twirled and spun in the air before slowly settling on rooftops, streets, treetops, and ancient architectures weathered by the years.

The contours of the city blurred with the sprinkling of snowflakes, as if donning a mysterious veil; the originally dreary tones replaced by soft silvery white, instilling a sense of tranquility and solemnity.

The besieged citizens peeked out from their hiding spots, surprised at this sudden change. Some showed expressions of joy as if glimpsing the first light of hope; others remained furrowed with worry, apprehensive about the unknown future.

Meanwhile, the troops of the Royal Family outside the city were also stunned by the snowflakes in the sky.

“It’s snowing!”

After three long months of siege, the troop faced unprecedented difficulties. The weather grew severely cold, and the soldiers from various regions were mentally and physically exhausted to their limits.

Despite their valiant fighting and fearless bravery, this city seemed to have endless resistance, preventing them from breaking through the defenses.

The soldiers’ mood shifted from initial high spirits to heaviness and despondency, feeling utterly helpless as if completely enveloped by endless darkness.

The prolonged combat and marching left them drained, their steps heavy and slow. At night, they lay in their simple tents, too physically and mentally fatigued to sleep, the tumult of the battlefield and the calls of their comrades echoing incessantly in their minds.

The long duration of the battle also filled soldiers on both sides with confusion and bewilderment, not knowing when the war would end, uncertain of their fate.

The uncertainty and sense of powerlessness were perpetually excruciating.

In the military camp outside the city, the aristocrats, led by the Adley Royal Family, were now gathered together.

“It’s snowing?”

Marquis Vlad stepped out of the tent, gazing at the sky filled with sparkling translucent snowflakes. As they approached him, they would silently vanish due to the invisible high heat.

Three months ago, he had made a surprise attack on Nasir City of the East Coast Province and almost died there. He had used a Forbidden rare artifact to make a narrow escape.

Marquis Vlad quickly returned to the vicinity of Banyoles and was astonished to find out something – Byrne Fischer and Chris Fischer had apparently never left the area.

“How is that possible? I clearly saw them there!”

He was extremely shocked, feeling that there were only two possibilities: Either one of the Fischers impersonating a Monarch powerful expert was fake, or the Fischer family possessed the ability for ultra-long-range movement!

“Did they use some kind of Forbidden rare artifact?”

Marquis Vlad pondered the possibility but couldn’t be sure.

In fact, the aristocrats of the Adley side were also facing tremendous pressure; they needed to devise appropriate strategies and plans. That they still hadn’t taken Banyoles after a full three months was somewhat beyond everyone’s expectation.

“It’s hard to say how long this battle will go on. The Star Society is causing trouble back in my hometown, hmph!”

He had already received news about citizens being misled and seizing towns, and he had dispatched Extraordinary Exponents from his family to quell the unrest.

Marquis Vlad turned and went back inside the military camp, where “Sword of Salvation” His Majesty Noah sat calmly in his seat.

The young king, with his golden locks, always seemed very calm, a calmness that was even a bit unusual.