Strongest Warlock - Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 972: A Second Option

Two days had passed since the great battle between Ethan and the Fomorians…

The morale of the Fomorians, which had been very high with the thoughts of their conquest, was no longer as high now that they had suffered a defeat.

Their battle against Ethan and the Ocean Races made them feel anxious and fearful about what was going to happen in the future.

As much as their Chieftains reassured them that they only lost the battle because they were at sea, that didn't change the fact that half of their forces had been annihilated and would never be seen again.

Godfrey's comments about Ethan hailing from the Shire Continent didn't make things any easier, especially for the Fomorian Chieftains.

They had seen that Ethan had Areadbhair, which went by many names.

However, the Fomorians commonly knew it by one name.

The Slaughterer.

It was the spear that slaughtered countless Fomorians in the great battle between them and the Tuatha De Danann. All of them felt instinctive fear toward it.

The worst part was that this notorious spear now belonged to the young man, who had wiped out half of their army with a giant wave that was over a hundred meters tall.

While he wouldn't be able to do the same thing on land, one thing was certain.

When they arrived in Eastshire, Ethan would be waiting for their arrival.

The Black-Haired Man, who went by the name Caddor, was still feeling fearful after facing the spear head on.

"What should we do now, Narissa?" Caddor asked the Purple-Haired Lady, who was seated across from him.

"I have something in mind. But before I say anything, I want to hear your opinion first, Jovar," Narissa replied before shifting her gaze at the One-Eyed Giant.

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(A/N: I made the edits that the one that died was the Two-Horned Giant, and not the One-Eyed Giant. Unfortunately, the updates are not showing in the chapter, so I'll post it here to prevent misunderstandings).

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Even the One-Eyed Giant, who was known to be savage and merciless, was feeling down as of late, so after hearing Narissa's question, he couldn't help but grunt in frustration.

"What else can we do?" Jovar asked back. "When we get to the Shire Continent, we need to get the Stone of Destiny. We either take it by force by fighting, or all of us can go home empty-handed. That's all there is to it."

King Arawn and Godfrey, who were seated around the same table as the Fomorian Chieftains, didn't say anything and simply drank the wine in their cups.

They were merely spectators, so whatever happened in the Shire Continent had nothing to do with them.

"As things stand, we can take the gamble and duke it out with the defenders of the Shire Continent," Narissa said. "Our army is still hundreds of thousands strong. On land, we will not be as helpless as we were in the sea. However, I'm sure that all of us no longer believe that our army is invincible, right?

Caddor reluctantly nodded his head, while Jovar only snorted.

Clearly, as much as they didn't want to admit this fact, reality had given them a good slap in the face.

"Fighting the Defenders of the Shire Continent to the death is one option," Narissa continued her explanation. "However, it is not the only option. If we hadn't suffered so many casualties in the previous battle, I would never consider this second option."

"And what is that second option?" Jovar asked. "Out with it. Are you going to tell me that we all turn back and return to Midgard? Go back into hiding under the ground? I'm sure that we will be the laughingstock of the Kingdoms that we passed by on our way here."

The One-Eyed Giant then glanced at King Arawn and Godfrey, who both had calm expressions on their faces.

They were experts at hiding their true emotions inside their hearts, and it would not show on their faces so easily.

"The second option is that we negotiate with them," Narissa stated. "We only need to borrow the Stone of Destiny to know who our True King is. After that, we can part ways without the need to fight each other to the death."

Caddor, who had been listening quietly, raised his head to look at Narissa in surprise.

Although doing that was as good as admitting that they were inferior to their opponent, it was indeed a second option worth trying.

Jovar frowned, but he also didn't oppose the idea.

A few minutes passed in silence as Narissa looked at her two comrades, who were essentially the two other rulers of the Fomorians aside from her.

"Do you reject this proposal, Jovar?" Caddor asked.

"Whatever you decide will be my decision," Jovar pushed the responsibility to the Black-Haired man as if washing his hands of this matter.

This time, the Black-Haired Man scoffed because he understood what the Giant was thinking. This meant that whether they fought, retreated, or negotiated, all of it was in his hands.

"Since you want me to make the decision then I choose…"

Narissa and Jovar listened to Caddor's decision. Both of them had calm expressions on their faces after hearing the final verdict that would decide their fate.

King Arawn and Godfrey exchanged a glance with each other because they didn't expect that this was the decision that Caddor would make.

A faint smile appeared on their faces because regardless of the outcome, this was still a very interesting event for the two of them.

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Nightfall Academy in Grandshire…

Due to the emergency summons by Professor Rinehart, the Kings and Queens of the Humans, Dwarves, Elves, and Beastkin all gathered together for one final meeting.

Their Ministers were also present in the Coliseum of Nightfall Academy. Only those with high positions in each Kingdom were present at this meeting.

At the center of the Arena, a projection was being played.

It was the recording of the battle between Ethan and the Fomorians, which made those who were watching feel their blood boiling inside their chests.

They had so many questions about how the young man was able to command the Ocean Races to do his bidding.

But the one thing that made all of their faces turn solemn was when Ethan summoned a Gigantic Wave that was hundreds of meters high and used it to obliterate the Naval Fleet of the Fomorians.

The recording ended not long after, leaving those who were inside the Coliseum speechless.

A few minutes of silence passed before Professor Rinehart's voice reverberated in the surroundings.

"Thanks to Ethan, half of the Fomorian Army has been wiped out," Professor Rinehart stated. "However, the other half still remains strong. We have a scout monitoring their flight path, and from what we can see, they will likely make landfall somewhere between Southshire and Eastshire.

"Fortunately, we started making preparations months ago. All that we need to do now is gather together and unite as one army. If they manage to break past our defenses, then the entire Shire Continent is theirs for the taking."

The Kings and Queens all nodded in agreement to the Professor's words.

"Our Dwarven Army has already mobilized our Flying Ships and are now on their way to Eastshire," the Dwarven King declared.

"Before I headed here, I also commanded our Elven Commander to mobilize our forces," the Queen of the Elves said. "We will stand by the Alliance."

"We will also fight in this war," the Wood Fairy Queen, who lived alongside the Elves commented. "Even if we are small, we will definitely make them suffer!"

"The Beastkins are always prepared for battle," Seff stated. "We will be fighting on the frontlines of this war."

Austen Whitehall, the King of Eastshire, nodded. "It has been a while since all of us fought side by side. I'm sure that this battle will be recorded in the history books."

Although all of them had many differences and would have conflicts from time to time, when it came to threats outside their continent, all of them stood as one.

The Leaders of the different races decided to travel together toward the South and strategize on how to face the Fomorians, who were just a few days away from arriving in their domain.

Professor Rinehart and Professor Barret also hurried to return to Brynhildr Academy.

The land where their academy stood was once the battleground of the great battle between the Firbolgs and the Fomorians.

Although they hoped that any fighting would remain as far away from the academy as possible, they still had to prepare for the worst case scenario just in case the fires of war spread toward their peaceful academy of magic.