Chapter 707: Count Obra's Choice

In another small town of Earl Obra, Earl Russell placed most of the 18th Army here, and deployed 20,000 troops to the south of here to guard the right wing of the 18th Army.

Compared with the 130,000 troops of the 15th Army, his 18th Army only had 80,000 troops, the expeditionary army had more than 20,000 people, the holy army had 13,000 people, and the remaining more than 40,000 people were servants.

"My lord, Lord Weilin sent a knight to deliver a letter." A high-ranking silver knight entered the city lord's mansion, bowed and saluted, and said respectfully.

Russell, who was watching the battle report, put down the documents in his hand and said, "Go and invite the person in."

"Yes, my lord."

In less than a moment, a silver intermediate knight entered the hall, pounded his chest and took out the letter on his chest, presented it with both hands, and replied respectfully: "Lord Russell, this is the letter my lord asked me to deliver. It is information about the Earldom of Obra. Please check it."

Russell took the letter from the knight, motioned him to take a seat, and then checked the envelope to make sure it was not damaged. Then he opened the letter and read the information on it carefully.

"Really cruel?"

Three minutes later, Russell put down the letter in his hand and couldn't help but sigh.

"My lord, it's..."

Seeing this, the silver high-level knight standing behind Russell whispered in his ear and asked hesitantly.

Russell nodded and said, "We have deduced eight possible outcomes, and the most unlikely one has come to pass."

"They are really going to flood the Earldom of Obra." The tone of the high-ranking silver knight was full of horror. He really couldn't imagine that someone would really do such a thing that would harm others and not benefit themselves.

"Now that things have come to this, it seems that our previous plan to suspend the march was correct. The moral bottom line of the Germans is even lower than that of the Ansa people." Russell folded the letter in his hand, put it in his arms, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Lord Russell, the letter has been delivered. I will take my leave." Seeing that the two were ready to discuss a new battle plan, the middle-ranking silver knight stood up and submitted his resignation.

Russell stood up and said gently: "Tell Weilin a message for me to thank him for the information he sent. I will invite him to drink another day."

"Yes, sir."

After sending the messenger away, Russell immediately asked his guardian knight to summon the generals of various troops to come to the city lord's mansion to attend a meeting to discuss how to deal with the upcoming flood.

In addition, the feasibility of Earl Coleridge Obra's surrender has to wait for the confirmation of the spies from the 15th Army before making a corresponding decision.

...

At night, in the Earldom of Obra, in a castle outside the city of Obra, a high-level silver shadow assassin successfully entered the castle with the help of the shadow.

In the study, Earl Obra sat on a wooden chair and closed his eyes to rest.

According to the news from his spy in the capital of Soller Province, Marquis Irus decided to abandon the "Earldom of Obra", sacrifice hundreds of thousands of civilians in the Earldom of Obra, and gather more than 10,000 adventurers and mercenaries in Obra City.

Suddenly, Coleridge opened his eyes, looked out the window, and said calmly: "Friend, since you are here, come in and sit down."

The shadow assassin hiding in the shadow under the windowsill saw this and looked a little stunned. He was obviously hiding well, how did the other party find out?

"No, the other party is deceiving me."

After figuring out the reason, the shadow assassin no longer hid, came out of the shadows, climbed over the window, and stepped lightly on the carpet.

He came here to meet Earl Coleridge, and since the other party gave him a chance, he just stood up.

"Earl Coleridge, hello, I'm here on behalf of my master, the commander of the 15th Army of the Fourth Legion of the Expeditionary Force, Verin Axe, to greet you." The shadow assassin put his right hand on his chest, bent forward, slightly bent his body, and saluted him.

Looking at the six-seal assassin in front of him, Coleridge's eyes flickered, and he motioned for him to sit down.

Seeing this, the shadow assassin came to the soft leather sofa and sat down, and put the dagger on the table to show his willingness to negotiate.

Seeing this, Coleridge smiled kindly and asked, "If I choose to surrender, how will your army treat me, my family, and my loyal subordinates?"

"Earl Coleridge, if you choose to surrender, according to my master's wishes, you and your troops will be incorporated into the Holy War Army and be under the command of Earl Russell of the 18th Army." The shadow assassin did not beat around the bush and directly stated the conditions given by Weilin.

"Is that so?"

Coleridge lowered his head and fell into deep thought. It was a little different from what he thought, but it was still within the acceptable range.

If Irus had not made the decision to flood the Earldom of Obra, he would still hesitate and continue to wait for the price.

But now the situation has changed, and he decided to stop while he was ahead.

However, if he rashly agreed now, it would seem that he was too eager, so he had to delay for a while.

"I still need some time to think, you see..."

The shadow assassin interrupted Coleridge and said in a cold tone: "Earl Coleridge, my master has long anticipated this situation. He only gave you three days. After three days, you must make a choice."

"I know, I will give you an answer within three days."

At this point in the conversation, the shadow assassin stood up and reminded: "Earl Coleridge, your kingdom's Tenth Legion of the Western Expedition is preparing to flood the Earldom of Obra. I hope you can make the right choice."

"Thank you for the reminder."

Coleridge stood up and thanked him.

The shadow assassin glanced at Coleridge, dived into the shadows, and disappeared into the castle.

After the other party left, Coleridge sat down again, staring at the dagger that he had not taken away, and fell into deep thought.

He was very glad that he had made a gesture of goodwill at the beginning, otherwise the other party would not have deliberately come to him.

"You don't have martial ethics, so don't blame me."

Take a deep breath, suppress the emotions in your heart, put away the dagger, leave the study, and go to the bedroom to rest.

...

Late at night, in a small hotel in the city of Obra, a brother and sister lay on the bed.

The black-haired boy turned his head, looked at his drooling sister, and reached out to gently wipe the water stains.

With a slight movement, the silver-haired girl woke up. Seeing her brother's hand with her saliva, her face was slightly red, and she said hesitantly: "Brother, you..."

"It's okay, go back to sleep."

Looking at the black-haired boy's smile, the silver-haired girl suddenly remembered something and said: "Brother, I just dreamed that this place was flooded."

"Flooded." The black-haired boy's smile froze instantly, and he asked in disbelief, "Mengmeng, you really dreamed."

"Yeah." The silver-haired girl confirmed again, "There is water everywhere, and there are monsters in the water. I saw many people dead."