Chapter 377: You think I’m joking?
Hearing that, Ethan looked genuinely surprised. "Why do you say that?"
"You mean... you really don’t know?" Nathaniel blinked, clearly taken aback. He stared at Ethan for a moment, then let out a bitter laugh and shook his head. "Mr. Ethan, then I guess you’re even more out of the loop than I thought. Half of the eight duchies that split off from the old Holy Griffon Empire have already been wiped out in this faction war! Right now, only Shadowfang, Griffonhold, Ravenmark, and Stormwing are still hanging on by a thread."
"And the worst part?" He sighed heavily. "The three main strongholds where most of our players were based—Unicorn Duchy, Ironhorn Duchy, and Eldoria Duchy—they’re all gone. Flattened. Just ruins now. So... yeah."
"Sure, we’ve managed to relocate to the remaining duchies, but think about it—everything we built, everything we worked for, it’s all gone. We’re basically starting from scratch. Isn’t that just the worst?"
"And that’s not even the end of it..." Drake chimed in, unable to hold back anymore. His face was full of frustration. "Mr. Ethan, the real kicker is, even those four duchies that are still standing? They’re not exactly safe either. From the looks of it, they could fall at any moment."
Ethan fell silent, his expression darkening.
He hadn’t expected this. Sure, he’d mentally prepared himself for bad news, but hearing that half the duchies on the mainland had already been wiped out? Damn. This faction war was way more brutal than he’d imagined.
Cain, that so-called Wisdom Angel, must be losing his mind right about now.
Still... this might actually work in their favor. The more chaos there was, the more opportunities Emerald Castle had to swoop in and carve out a piece of the pie for themselves.
It was a little ruthless to think that way, sure—but from Emerald Castle’s perspective? This was a golden opportunity.
The benefits far outweighed the risks.