In the Fire Moon, with midsummer approaching, the Alliance's forces on all fronts finally advanced to the edge of the central plains of the former Gondor Empire—historically, these plains had been known as the "Tarash Green Land." The imperial capital, once regarded as a pearl by every intelligent race across Loren Continent, had stood upon this vast, rich, fertile land. Seven centuries ago, it had boasted the continent's most advanced magical city, the busiest aerial, surface, and underground transportation, and the largest automated hydroponic farms.
Even after seven hundred years, traces of Tarash Green Land's former splendor could still be found in ancient historical records.
Yet that was splendor from seven hundred years ago—everything on these plains had long since been erased by the tremendous magical power unleashed by the Azure Well and the erosion of time. Aside from history books and the Ophelia Matrix database, no one could see any shadow of the past upon this land covered in polluted soil and aberrant monsters. When the Alliance legions entered the Tarash Plains, all they encountered was corruption, poison, uncontrolled magical environments, and endless monsters ten times madder than before.
The Cecil Empire's First Legion on the northern front and Typhon's Winterwolf Knights on the eastern front entered the Tarash Plains at almost the same time. After the train cannons and Legion-level Thermal Ray Storm swept across the land, they immediately faced a fierce counterattack from the Wasteland Legion—countless monsters surged in from every direction, twisted and mutated limbs filled both sky and earth, and within the eerie dense fog, Aberrants materialized from thin air before everyone's eyes. Their fighting spirit and agility were far beyond the rabble they had faced in previous days.
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