Something Fishy

Over three years passed.

The version update was approaching its fifth year.

The continents of the Nine Continents continued to move, gradually drawing closer at a speed imperceptible to ordinary people.

Aside from the Far North, the Legendary Continent had not changed much. Perhaps there were some annexations between small duchies or the annihilation of certain racial tribes, but these were all trivial matters not worth mentioning.

If one had to say where changes might have occurred.

Only the border friction between the Red Fire Kingdom and the Sand Sea Kingdom was becoming increasingly intense, and a major war seemed ready to break out at any moment.

There was also the second, larger-scale Dark Invasion.

However.

Just today.

The gazes of almost all powerful beings on the Legendary Continent were fixed on the Far North.

Because the full-scale attack against the Orc Empire was happening right now.

A year ago, paying the price of over two million warrior lives across four years, the two races not only captured the Black Great Wall of the Orc Empire, but over the accumulated years of fighting, they had also slain fifteen million orcs in battle!

Had both sides not had the habit of retrieving bodies, the Far North would have long been covered by countless frozen remains.

Even so, lingering corpses and white bones could be seen everywhere.

Ordinary people stepping into battles near the Black Great Wall would, aside from the piercing chill, feel an endless killing intent, carrying an eighty percent chance of suffering direct brain death.

Even a professional with a less-than-resolute will might see phantom visions of soldiers from both sides slaughtering each other if they walked onto the battlefield alone.

In short, those lacking sufficient strength could only form teams or move alongside a massive army to resist