And this hero has a resounding title—
Elf... Chosen One!
The greatsword in Ye Ye’s hand has been stained dark brown by the blood of demons and monsters, and the armor on his body is already riddled with cracks.
The congealed blood on his face made him look sowhat ferocious.
He roared, swung his greatsword, fight, fight...
Commander Li Mu’s voice had beco hoarse beyond recognition, and one intense background music after another played, even the vibrant guild flags were tattered and broken after the baptism of war.
However, they stubbornly fluttered on, dancing in the wind.
Finally, along with a loud dragon roar, the Demon Monarch hidden within the clouds let out a pained groan.
The dark clouds shrouding the battlefield rolled, and the terrifying figure slowly receded, while from the endless rear of the demon army, ca a low horn sound...
Imdiately, the tide-like demon army paused slightly, then amidst chaos and disturbance, left behind a field of armor and bodies as they slowly retreated.
Abyss, retreating.
Golden sunlight pierced through the clouds, pouring down onto the battlefield.
The players gasped for breath, watching the gradually retreating demons, eting each other’s gaze and seeing overwhelming excitent and joy in their companions’ eyes...
The next mont, cheering rose on the battlefield, one after another.
The players dropped their weapons, either embracing each other, or sitting heavily onto the ground...
However, no one continued to pursue the retreating demons.
Everyone was tired.
The cheers gradually subsided, and the players’ moods also gradually returned to calm.
They barely stood up from the ground, silently cleaning the battlefield, picking up equipnt.
However, compared to the scene like locusts or huskies after a battle in the past, the players now looked more composed, and quieter.
On one hand, because the intense battle left them physically and ntally exhausted, no longer interested in turmoil; on the other hand, the brutal reality of war made them unable to fully engage in euphoria...
Half a month of battle, bonding not only players with players.
Many also t and befriended dwarves, elves, humans, and even dragons in one battle after another.
After players die in battle, it’s just another beginning.
But among these reinforcents from all directions, many of the NPCs already regarded by players as friends and comrades fell into eternal sleep...
Ye Ye also sat heavily on the ground.
He took the waterskin Nai Nai handed over, tilted his head and gulped, greedily replenishing water.
Golden sunlight piercing through the clouds spilled across the battlefield, casting a dreamy light over the blood-stained world.
The background music’s war song beca soothing and majestic, even the dragons’ long cries in the sky turned distant and wistful.
It’s their sound mourning for fallen companions...
The once young boy had grown into an experienced warrior, Ye Ye squinted his eyes, indulged in watching the intoxicating sunset in the sky.
Above the horizon, brilliant shades, dreamlike and fantastical.
The earth polluted by the Power of the Abyss took on a greater sense of desolation and weight.
Elf Priests walked across the battlefield, praying in front of fallen soldiers.
The murmuring prayers, ethereal and sorrowful, disappeared with the wind.
Accustod to the roaring and cannon rumbles of slaying, the battlefield now brought a distinctive tranquility, while the faint dragon cries and prayers brought an indescribable sense of antiquity and ethereality.
It is an epic feeling that cannot be described in words.
At this mont, the exhausted players gazed at the desolate world, gradually losing themselves.
However, this relaxing ti did not last long.
After resting for a mont, the players stood up again, starting to check the operation of the Magic Crystal Cannons and each ranged weapon, or repairing the city walls, rebuilding barriers to obstruct the demons’ advance.
They knew the demon army hadn’t truly been defeated, only temporarily retreating.
They knew this battlefield has yet to conclude, the bloody battle must continue.
But with the first victory, cos the second, the third...
Everyone believes that as long as everyone unites wholeheartedly and perseveres, they will surely achieve victory in the war.
...
Southern Fengyue Free Territory, north of the fallen Sai’er Town.
Black clouds covered the sky, and vicious Winged Demons soared all over.
The roaring, the growling, rising and falling.
On the ground, demon tents scattered like stars forming an endless camp, surrounding several Abyss Nests composed of black tumors and ghastly veins.
This is the demon army’s frontline camp.
Demons as active as ant swarms operated within the camp, hauling felled timber, persistently crafting siege equipnt.
And in the center of the camp, beside several nests producing Abyss Worms, stood a towering castle.
It was once a baron castle in Fengyue Free Territory, which after being captured by demons, beca the dwelling of the Abyss Army’s Demon Monarch.
At this mont, inside the castle.
The Demon Monarch, Astalos, who retreated at the hands of Black Dragon Mairrel, was kneeling on the ground, shivering.
Behind him kneeled four other terrifying presences, all myths of the abyss.
In front of them, a deep gateway floated in mid-air, and the gray-black mist within it gathered into a grim giant face.
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