What a Twist of Fate!

"Remember, you are not allowed to speak Elvish."

The leading elf emphasized.

Two hundred and fifty-five elite warriors stood behind him, their weapons and armor varied, all in human style, mostly humans, but also quite a few elves, each with a solemn and silent expression.

The Dusk Moon Dynasty is the world's overlord, and everything it does must have a legitimate reason.

It would be better if the war were restarted by a few raids and massacres instigated by the evil and brutal Goth army.

"I reiterate the mission: the expeditionary force will not acknowledge this operation, nor will it recognize your identities. You are not conscripted soldiers of a vassal state; you are Goth People. You are dissatisfied with Teldrassil and Kang De's weakness and unauthorized peace talks, and are determined to retaliate in blood by launching a surprise attack and arson against the Sawada satellite state forces stationed at Halin Fortress, to demonstrate the courage and will of the Goth People."

"Therefore, you must not be captured, nor surrender. Death or victory—these are the only two paths. Those who survive will obtain what you have always dreamed of..."

"That is the highest honor from the Dusk Moon Dynasty. We allow you to join this sacred kingdom and become one of us. You are all elite warriors, and you also have cherished families and clans. If you die a heroic and valiant death in battle, your dedication and courage will benefit your families. Conversely, if your identities are exposed and the Dusk Moon Dynasty is disgraced, then your families will pay the heaviest price."

"Now, I order you to set off and launch the attack at 9:00 PM sharp. Each captain and instructor will check the time with me. The mage advisor will check the status of the Windwalking Formation Diagram."

The response was immediate, the timing was checked, and magical light shone brightly as the soldiers nervously inspected their weapons.

Everything is normal.

"Activate the Windwalking Formation Diagram."

"Be honored, warriors from vassal states, who have willingly sacrificed their lives for the Empress. You will fight in the glory of Her Majesty Queen Malegith, the former Phoenix King Queen, who left a precious legacy for the Dusk Moon Dynasty with her exceptional wisdom. The Windwalking Formation Diagram will ensure that you arrive at your attack positions undetected by enemy mages."

The elven commander waved his hand forcefully. "Let's go!"

The elemental light shone fiercely as the soldiers silently embarked on their journey. The commander's gaze passed over the departing soldiers and turned toward Valentan. War was about to resume. All the efforts and preparations made by the council during the truce were to deal with a mere human.

Effort is the effort of tactics, strategies, and tactics; preparation is the preparation for sacrifice.

"Kang De..." he said coldly, "I'm ready, we're ready to intercept you!"

"I'm ready to intercept them."

Kang De, looking around in his Phoenix Vision, exclaimed, "Just now, I suddenly had a hunch, a gut feeling, that something extraordinary has appeared... and it's coming for me!"

Hong San pondered, "But that lord doesn't seem to feel anything unusual..."

"Because he's a fraud!"

Kang De rolled his eyes, but failed, because the golden eyes of his burning Phoenix Vision couldn't produce the desired effect. "I hope he really can fight, and I also hope those ugly elves who came with him are pretty good at fighting too, so that A Xing won't have to risk his life..."

"--What are you looking at? Are you such a shallow person? Don't you know that inner beauty is true beauty? Someone as handsome and elegant as me, with high moral character and noble conduct, calling an elf an ugly bastard, do you think there's anything wrong with that? Do you think the elf is being wronged?"

"Young comrade, your thoughts are dangerous! Aren't you afraid of divine punishment? Be careful, one day God might send your ugly photos flying everywhere, hang you on a flagpole, stuff you with a durian, and plunge you into a cesspool!"

Under Kang De's righteous and stern rebuke, Hong San naturally realized his mistake, shamefully examined his shallowness, and said that His Highness Kang De was right.

"Sigh... I wonder how many will come."

Kang De rambled on for a while, then sighed. The greatest fear stemmed from the unknown. He had never met the enemy, and he didn't know their strength or their will. This period was the most difficult to endure.

He glared at Hong San again. "Speaking of which, hasn't your master written yet?"

Hong San smiled wryly, "It can't be that fast. He's getting old, and his legs aren't as nimble as they used to be..."

Hundreds of miles away, within the empire's borders, the land was riddled with holes, the soil a dark red, as if a horrific massacre had taken place, leaving countless drops of blood soaking into the ground.

But there wasn't a single corpse.

Only the flying blood mist, blood fountains, and blood waves danced in the air.

With a deafening explosion, the slender figure was slammed into the ground, blood gushing out like a fountain.

Immediately, the dust and smoke that had been kicked up were blown away, and the peerless, white-haired immortal, wielding a giant wolf-tooth club, descended from the sky. The violent wind pressure even caused the earth to collapse again.

A desperate roar echoed from the sunken underground, followed by a violent impact and upheaval, as if two ancient behemoths were frantically attacking each other underground. The ground continued to rise and crack, with large swathes of earth and rubble obscuring the sky. Finally, an old man in white robes and with white hair emerged gracefully, his figure elegant, like a celestial being or a dragon.

As the dust settled, the blood demon behind the Little Boy shattered once more.

His eyes were vacant, his face was pale, he staggered, his whole body was soaked in blood, and the numerous holes on his body were difficult to heal, so that no blood could flow out.

He really has absolutely no more drops left.

"Our blood... comes from foreign lands, but it is still human land."

The old man calmly walked up to the Little Boy named Meifeite and smashed him down with his spiked club. The boy's strength was no longer enough to defend or even dodge, and he was knocked to his knees with a thud.

Kneeling towards the east.

This peerless minister, who had witnessed the collapse of the dynasty and once supported the last vestiges of the dynasty amidst the desperate situation of being surrounded by foreign enemies, was forced to set sail and cross to the western border. For more than a decade, he harbored resentment and madness, and for more than a decade, his heart was consumed by grief. No one could tell what had happened during this time. Even a sage could not bear the blood feud between his family and the country.

He slowly planted the spiked club in his hand into the ground, then waved.

The big blue ox, carrying a sharp knife for cutting off the wrist, silently handed it over.

The old man took the sharp knife in his hand and smiled, "Haven't used it for over ten years, my skills have probably become rusty."

He stood before Meifeite, his expression neither pleased nor angry.

It was as if he were the god who resided in the heavens.

The visitor from beyond the heavens blinked and looked at him. For countless years, he had been high above, feeding on blood and committing countless acts of slaughter and sin. Many years had passed, and now he had finally returned to the mortal realm and understood the taste of fear.

He said in a trembling voice, "Don't kill me..."

"Don't worry, you won't die," the old man said gently. "I'll let you live as long as the war goes on."

He gazed at the blood-soaked ground, every inch of it stained with blood. "What you took from us, I've taken back. But we didn't allow you to take it. You took it, and you can't just return it and think it's all over."

He held the sharp knife and slowly said, "Heaven is my witness, blood and soil are my mat, the wronged souls and heroic spirits are not far away. There is no need for a memorial service, but the underworld and the netherworld can see it all. Your resentment can be somewhat dissipated..."

Meifeite hissed, "Stop! I can tell you a lot! And the people who came with me! I'll tell you who they are! Aren't you going to Valentan? Aren't you going to help that Cathayan? I have two companions! We're going to kill him! Aren't you going to do that?"

"I didn't come for him, I came for you, and now my purpose has been achieved."

The old man brandished his knife and laughed, "You were on the run, surely pursued by a powerful enemy. If they weren't after you, they must be after someone else, and they'd surely catch you and kill you. But you're here, so only one fish has escaped the net. My disciple is willing to follow and serve someone who can't even handle a stray dog, so he might as well die with my disciple... I have no interest in the conflicts between the nations of the Mortal World, nor will I play along with their games."

He pressed the knife against the man's chest. "I'm interested in you. After you die once, I, Dong, will have some things to ask you. We'll be dealing with each other for a long time."

"Now, let me first remove your celestial bones."

Meifeite's eyes widened. The blade had already fallen. He had thought this descent to the mortal realm would be a fun trip, but before he even saw the main culprit, he had come to this end. He was filled with fear and anger, his resentment beyond words. He roared to the sky, his expression venomous, "Mong--Emperor--!"

You have to admit, some guys who are used to being high and mighty but are actually nothing special often have very strange mental circuits... Three extraterrestrial visitors, tacitly in sync yet each harboring their own secrets.

Although they came from the same place and belonged to the same leader, their individual fates and circumstances destined them to be cold-hearted by nature, regarding other intelligent beings as ants.

Such cruelty and callousness likely indicate an extremely low capacity for empathy. Given their sinister and selfish nature, how could they possibly stand by their companions through life and death in a crisis?

Therefore, even if there is only one powerful enemy, and victory or death can be achieved by paying a certain price, they still scatter and go their separate ways, choosing to flee in a highly dishonorable manner.

Because none of them wanted to become "the price to pay".

So in an instant, they tacitly decided to split up and escape, with three escape routes dividing the entire circle into equal 120-degree fan-shaped sections, ensuring that everyone had an equal chance...

"Equal my ass!"

Mengdi was the fastest runner. In his Wind Devourer form, he possessed a speed far exceeding that of the other two. Under those circumstances, running away was the optimal solution for him.

"That elf wants to kill Leituo first... Spatial magic poses the greatest threat and is also the easiest way to return to the upper realm. She will definitely prioritize eliminating him because she needs to keep this secret!"

"Secondly, there's Meifeite. That madman feeds on blood, which can temporarily boost his strength and heal his injuries. He'll definitely kill a lot of people. This elf loves meddling in other people's business, so Meifeite will definitely be the second one!"

"Then I'll be the last one! I ride the winds of heaven and earth, my speed isn't much slower than hers, and my wind and moon attributes can also restrain her Phoenix Fire to some extent... In that case, why shouldn't I run!"

Mengdi muttered to himself, a fierce glint in his eyes. "With those two buying me time, we'll definitely find a way back. Phoenix King Malegith, we can seal you once, and we can seal you a second time!"

"--The former Phoenix King, is it? Your nation is currently at war with a small human country. That Cathayan destroyed five legions of the Twilight Moon in an instant. The two sides are mortal enemies. If you pursue me, I will lead you to Valentan and let you fight it out first. Let's see how you handle this!"

"Furthermore, the previous Phoenix King returned to the Mortal World, but the throne of Twilight Moon has been passed down for several generations. How will the current monarch treat his ancestor, who was also a king? Let your descendants deal with you too!"

They've been monitoring and manipulating the Mortal World for a long time; aside from anything else, their ability to stir up trouble is top-notch. This basic operation is something they could easily come up with.

"I need to find a way to conceal my whereabouts and evade Phoenix Vision's pursuit first..."

Mengdi rode the wind, gazing at the unfamiliar mountains and fertile fields around him. As darkness fell, he had been running for a very long time without realizing it.

"Let's find a settlement to ask around, and then rest and recuperate..."

He sped up.

Not far ahead, the concealed rapid march continued. The mage sentry, acting as a scout, suddenly changed his expression and shouted, "Commander! Strong elemental fluctuations sensed from the southeast!"

The commander raised his hand, ordering the troops to halt. His command was obeyed without question. His expression was grim. "Are you coming for us?"

"It shouldn't be!"

"Then activate the Windwalking Formation Diagram to conceal our presence and wait for the enemy to pass by... Everyone, don't panic, remain calm, the glory of the previous Phoenix King is upon us!"

The commander reassured his subordinates, ordering them to remain hidden and on guard. "Don't worry, the Windwalking Formation Diagram is the culmination of the efforts of His Majesty the Phoenix King and many wise men. It will make our presence a permanent breeze, impossible to detect!"

Moments later, Mengdi, riding the eternal winds of heaven and earth, roared past.

Then, alarm bells went off in my head.

He abruptly stopped, his gaze sweeping across the room as he focused his senses. In an instant, he spotted the large, concealed, and highly alert group. At the same time, the spellcasters within the group also paled.

"He's spotted us!"

The soldiers instinctively prepared for battle.

Upon seeing this, Mengdi's eyes turned very cold.

--Damn it! This is Phoenix King Malegith's Windwalking Formation Diagram!

You even planned this out? You're something else! You actually set up an ambush here!

But do you think you can intercept me with just these pathetic, weak mud-skinned creatures?

I'm not that weak!

You miscalculated after all! I wasn't seriously injured and fleeing in a sorry state!

Watch me crush them!

Seeing that the soldiers, who were using the Windwalking Formation Diagram to conceal their movements, were about to launch an attack, Mengdi roared and transformed into a raging hurricane, crashing down on them.

"Hostility detected! Attack launched! Commence combat!"

The commander's expression changed drastically, and he shouted sharply, "Shield! Up! Shoulder!"

Swords, spears, halberds, arrows, and magic surged forth in a violent, roaring attack.

Dozens of miles away, the Sword Saint Cascading Snow stopped, steadying his longsword, his expression slightly changing. "Why are there powerful figures fighting during peace talks?"

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PS1: Update... Damn, Shandong is much colder than Zhejiang. I wasn't careful when I got back, and maybe because of the air conditioning, I have a headache that keeps coming on... I'll drink some hot water and go to sleep. Goodnight.