On a small island at the edge of Black Pearl Harbor, deep within a rocky cave, the young snake man and the burly lion man who had once watched Lin Qi and Wang Zong's battle from a hillside were studying the course of the battle through a thin mist mirror.
When the sea of skeletons appeared, the two Orc royalty both frowned. Clearly, they too knew how troublesome hordes of undead could be. When Black Pearl Harbor wiped out the first wave of skeletal monsters with fire magic like a raging tempest, both of them sighed. Humanity possessing such a powerful corps of mages was no good thing for the other races of Odin Continent.
By the time Lin Qi summoned the elemental Greater Titans, the young snake man had already taken out a small notebook made of Magic Beast hide and begun recording everything he saw in detail. A force of three hundred elemental Greater Titans was equivalent to three hundred ordinary mage regiments. On the battlefield, the destructive power they unleashed would drive anyone to despair.
As the battle evolved, when Wang Zong deployed the floating fortress and the centaur army, both their faces abruptly turned incomparably ugly.
A floating fortress—it was actually this legendary, devastating weapon of war forged by the ancient goblins through the combined strength of all races. Even Odin Temple did not possess such a treasure. Although Odin Temple had discovered several floating fortresses in ruins throughout history, the orcs, who knew only destruction and nothing of production, had ruined those precious ancient relics beyond all repair.
Yet in the successive religious wars, Odin Temple had finally tasted the bitter fruit of rampant destruction. The Church deployed several floating fortresses, and together with its flying Magic Beast legions, dealt Odin Temple's armies a devastating