Because there was no longer war, rulers like the Wither King gradually fell into slumber.
However, although there were unspoken rules among the various races, they still couldn't coexist harmoniously.
Each race buried their hatred deep in their hearts for the sake of world peace.
The Wither King asked such a question because, in a sense, the Dread Lord was a traitor to the Wither race.
After the war ended, he abandoned his people and went to the End.
He never returned.
So many years had passed, and now he returned to his holand.
Not only did he give no explanation, but he even wanted the soldiers and citizens of his holand to fight for him.
The Wither King would never allow such a thing to happen.
The Dread Lord after hearing the Wither King's words, wasn't angered but instead smiled and said, "Kid, you've been asleep for too long. Haven't you noticed an aura that doesn't belong to this world?"
After saying this, the Dread Lord closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Hmm~~ That aura is here too…"
"The aura isn't very strong, probably just a brief presence."
Upon hearing the Dread Lord's words, the Wither King frowned, closed his eyes tightly, and carefully sensed the surroundings.
Sure enough, he sensed two auras that didn't belong to this world.
One was the aura he had felt not long ago. Although it didn't belong to this world, it fit perfectly, as if intentionally set in this world.
That aura posed no threat to the Nether.
But the other aura was different.
That aura was extrely unusual. It didn't seem to originate from this world but integrated seamlessly with it.
Moreover, it possessed imnse power!
Although the lingering aura wasn't abundant and the presence had already faded with ti, it still made the Wither King feel a sense of crisis.
The Wither King could clearly sense that whoever left this aura was stronger than him.
"Who is he?"
The Dread Lord shrugged and said, "I don't know."
Hearing this, the Wither King frowned and asked, "Are you planning to fight him?"
The Dread Lord didn't respond directly. Instead, he gave a sly smile and a knowing look.
Seeing his expression, the Wither King knew he had guessed correctly.
The Wither King looked at the Dread with a mocking smile.
"Are the people of the End so afraid of him?"
Then he snorted coldly and continued, "If the End wants to fight, go fight. What does that have to do with the Nether?"
"Even if many of my soldiers still trust you, I won't let them get involved in the End's affairs."
"Rember your position. You represent the End, not the Nether!"
Even though the Wither King felt the pressure of that strange aura, that wasn't enough reason to lend troops to the Dread Lord.
It all ca down to the Dread Lord's allegiance.
He now belonged to the End.
And the Wither King was well aware that the Dread Lord had likely been given a mission.
This was entirely the End's war.
Furthermore, the End's plan was quite cunning.
They sent a Nether traitor to borrow troops and lead this war. If they won, the Dread Lord would represent the End, and all credit would go to them.
If they lost, they wouldn't lose a single soldier, and all bla could be shifted to the Nether.
The Wither King wasn't stupid. How could he fall for such a sche?
Seeing the Wither King's attitude, the Dread Lord just smiled.
"Do you know why you beca the King of the Nether only after I left?"
The Wither King didn't respond, nor did he show him any kindness.
The Dread Lord continued, "You do have the qualities of a leader."
"You love your people deeply and would sacrifice everything for them. But you lack foresight. You only see the surface of the problem."
The Dread Lord's words were unpleasant to hear, and the Wither King was already growing impatient, preparing to leave.
But the Dread Lord continued calmly, "Do you really think this matter has nothing to do with the Nether?"
"He simply hasn't noticed you, the Wither King, yet."
"Now that I've summoned you, do you think he won't sense your presence?"
The Wither King froze. It was at this mont he finally understood the Dread Lord's purpose in summoning him.
The Dread Lord had the power to control Nether soldiers and creatures.
If he wanted to gather an army, he didn't need to go through the trouble of summoning the Wither King. He could have quietly mobilized troops on his own.
Yet he went to great lengths to summon the Wither King.
The mont the Wither King was summoned, the two were already tied together.
Whether or not the Wither King agreed to mobilize troops, the Dread Lord would lead Nether forces into battle. And those troops would all co from the Nether.
Could the Wither King truly wash his hands of responsibility?
Of course not.
The mont the Dread Lord summoned him, it was certain—the Wither King would join him.
Even if not for himself, he would join the war for the sake of his people.
In other words, from the mont of his summoning, the Wither King had already been thoroughly outplayed by the Dread Lord.
Realizing he had been manipulated, the Wither King couldn't hold back any longer.
He spread his wings and flew in front of the Dread Lord, grabbing his throat tightly.
"You traitor! You're endangering your own people! Don't you feel any guilt for them?!"
"This is the land that birthed and raised you!! Do you really wish to see it engulfed in flas of war again?!"
The Wither King had experienced war firsthand.
The mountains of corpses, the cries and screams echoing everywhere…
Those scenes were etched into his soul, unforgettable for a lifeti.
He couldn't bear to see war return, nor could he bear to see his people suffer again.
But the arrival of the Dread Lord shattered this fragile peace. At this mont, he truly wanted to strangle the Dread Lord.
But he couldn't.
When he was crowned King, he swore never to spill the blood of his own people.
The Dread Lord pushed the Wither King's hand away and sneered.
"Engulfed in flas of war? Look around. Does this place need war to burn?"
"It's already scorching hot here! It's ti for the soldiers to cool down! Do you really want to stay buried underground forever?!"
Despite his dismissive tone, the Dread Lord's words revealed his true thoughts.
He was fighting for his people.
The Wither King was stunned. He couldn't believe his ears.
How could the so-called traitor speak such words?
After the three realms divided, the Nether was given to the Wither race.
But compared to the End and the Overworld, the Nether had the harshest living conditions.
Scorching lava, endless heat waves, and soul sand everywhere…
This was not a paradise but a furnace.
Generations had adapted, calling this place ho.
But it was still far from an ideal land.
They shout, cry, and scream...
The soul sand, visible anyti and anywhere, constantly awakens the Nether's people to the mories of that brutal war.
Although there is no longer war, this place truly cannot be considered a good ho.
Although generation after generation of people have gradually adapted to such an environnt, treating this place as their ho.
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