The water from the super storm has not receded yet, the rubble that fell from the sky is still smoking in the wilderness, and the black matter that gushes from the ground has only been cleaned up for a few days - the people of the mainland countries have not had time to recover from this series of disasters.
Another explosive piece of information is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples larger than the disaster itself.
Vagrian Empire sent invitations to all countries in mainland China to participate in an event called "Yilisai The First World Strongest Championship".
The first person to report the news was Victoria's "The Horn".
Their reporter was stationed in Vagrian's capital - no, the capital is gone - at Vagrian's temporary administrative center, Gerlen City, when they got the news out of a drunken diplomat.
Early the next morning, the front page title of "The Horn" was printed - "Vagrian The new emperor holds a martial arts competition, and the prize is suspected to be an artifact."
The wording of "The Horn" is quite restrained, at least the word "suspected" is used. The bard of Karelia is not so particular.
They played the lute in the tavern and used the tune of a heroic epic to compose "Strongest Championship" into a catchy ballad.
The refrain of the folk song is - "The golden dragon roars, and the mainland trembles. If you don't come to compete, it will be two hundred and five."
Saint Junxi's "The Epochal Times" takes a serious route, using two full pages to analyze Vagrian's "political intentions" and "strategic layout."
The news spread like the plague, from big cities to small towns, from aristocratic salons to civilian taverns, from streets to fields.
Everyone was discussing this matter. The refugees who lost their homes in the storm were squatting in tents in the temporary settlements, gnawing relief food and discussing what the "Scale of the Ancient Dragon" was.
Those businessmen who survived the disaster were counting their losses while wondering whether they could make a profit during the competition.
When many people hear this, they wonder if there is something wrong with their ears.
What the hell?
Is there something wrong with the Vagrian emperor? He just experienced a disaster that almost destroyed the country. Instead of quickly rebuilding his home and appeasing the people, what "Strongest Championship" is he doing at this time?
Is this brain damaged by the wind? Many people have the mentality of watching a show and plan to wait for Vagrian to make a joke on their own.
As a result, Karelia Empire was the first to respond.
Tower Mage King Medici, the supreme leader of Empire Tower Mage Corps, a long-established legend, set off for Vagrian.
The day the news came out, the atmosphere in the Karelia Imperial Capital changed.
Those who originally laughed at Vagrian as "sick in the brain" in the pub shut their mouths, and those countries that had originally planned to watch the show began to re-examine the invitation.
Immediately afterwards, United Kingdom of Victoria's war airship took off from the West Sea Iron Anchor Port, its huge silver-white hull shining in the sun.
The sides of the hull were painted with the gold lion and silver eagle insignia of Victoria, and the propeller at the stern stirred the air, making a low buzzing sound.
It is said that the leader is Marshal Third Army Reinhardt - the one who commanded the troops for disaster relief during the storm, who was on the front line when Evil God's creatures invaded, and who is at the forefront of Victoria's military order.
Although he is not a legendary powerhouse, in the minds of Victoria people, he is more trustworthy than a legendary powerhouse.
And its own strength is not weak either.
Kingdom of Shengjunxi A silver meteor rises.
Holy Radiance Knight took off from the square in front of the palace. The silver-white war horse soared through the air so fast that the onlookers on the ground only had time to see a silver-white light streak across the sky.
Some said he was following the king's orders, while others said he just wanted to find a chance to stretch his muscles.
In any case, the most legendary knight on the continent set off.
Seeing that the mainstream countries in mainland China have responded, other countries cannot sit still.
Those small countries that were still waiting and watching before, those nobles who were still laughing at Vagrian as "sick in the brain", those lords who were still hesitant about sending people, all changed their minds overnight.
After all, everyone has gone, and if you don't go, then are you so weak that you can't even find a strong person who can make do with it?
This is not only a matter of face, but also a matter of strength. At a time when the situation on the mainland is turbulent, any sign of "weakness" may cause unnecessary trouble.
Therefore, those small countries that had not received the invitation also sent people to join in the fun.
They have no legendary powerhouses, no high-level mages, and they can't even make up a few decent knights.
But they sent someone, even if they just sent a fast messenger to get the news, they wanted to let other countries see that we were still alive and we could still send people out.
And those countries that don't have legendary strong men are trying their best to find someone.
Send people to invite independent and reclusive strong men. For example, the top strong man in the northwest of the mainland, the master of Far Wasteland--Duke Desolation.
A well-known old legendary strong man who does not belong to any country. He lives in seclusion in the lonely tower deep in Far Wasteland and does not care about the world.
His strength is so strong that when all the countries in the mainland measure each other's combat power, they will silently put him in the "not to be messed with" column in their hearts.
The people sent to invite him arrived at Far Wasteland. They stood in front of the lonely tower for a long time and knocked on the door, but no one answered.
After waiting for a long time, a disciple of Duke Desolation came out of the tower and told them that the teacher had not seen anyone for a long time.
He is probably studying magic somewhere. After all, Duke Desolation has a very strange personality. It would not be strange to squat somewhere silently for decades.
The envoy who came had no choice but to go back and resume his mission.
There is also the last leader of Keyin Yidu--Eastern Continent Inscription School, a strong man who stepped into the Legendary Realm with a special method.
His engraving technique is unique in the mainland, and even Karelia's Tower Mage Corps people are amazed by his skills.
They sent people to look for him, and when they arrived at the valley where he lived in seclusion, they found that his residence was empty.
Even his disciples can't be found.
Maybe he ran away somewhere, or maybe he was killed by the black monster.
The envoys walked around the valley several times and found nothing, so they had no choice but to go back.
As for the old dean of Chronicle Court - the person who is highly respected in the academic circle and sits in charge of Chronicle Court as a legend.
When people from those countries arrived at Chronicle Court, the new dean told them that they were probably going to study something in some ruins.
The old dean often did this. He would go out alone and not come back for months or even years. When he came back, he would bring back a bunch of notes and rubbings that no one could understand.
There are also some relatively small forces that say they can't find their own strong man.
Their names are on the list of powerful people in the mainland, their faces have appeared in high-level gatherings of mainland countries, and their strength has been proven in previous wars.
But now, they are gone.
Not one or two, but a batch.
From Karelia to Victoria, from Saint Junxi to Vostok, those strong men seemed to have been wiped off the map by an invisible hand and could no longer be traced.
Some people think this is wrong, but there is no actual evidence.
And considering the recent special characteristics of the mainland - there is a super storm, there is black matter, there is Evil God coming, and there are gravel falling from the sky - they may have formed a group to explore.
Some people say that after all, those powerful people like to study ancient things, maybe they were attracted by some newly discovered ruins.
No one believed it, but no one could come up with a more convincing explanation.
But having said that, what exactly is Vagrian's intention?
Some conspiracy theorists pointed out that the powerful people from various countries may be gathered together after the great disaster, and then they can be captured in one fell swoop before going to rule the mainland.
The author of this idiotic remark has been imprisoned on charges of "spreading rumors and disrupting social order."
Another reliable guess is that Vagrian may have communicated with mainstream countries such as Karelia and Victoria in advance.
Use this opportunity to test the current strength of other countries and see if they can send a strong person.
Or, Vagrian just wants to increase their presence. After all, they just changed the emperor and experienced a disaster that almost destroyed the country. They need to let other countries know that Vagrian is still there and very strong.
At a certain location, a man in white robe was sitting at a long table, holding a newspaper that had just been delivered.
The news about the Vagrian Championship was printed on the front page of the newspaper. The words were large and the title was bold. His brows furrowed slightly.
"Well..." The man in white robe put down the newspaper and looked at the young man next to him who was sorting out documents. "Do we have cooperation with several small countries?"
The young man raised his head and thought for a moment. "Three. What's the matter, sir?"
"Communicate with them and send our people to participate."
The young man was stunned for a moment. "Sir? We--"
"Go." The voice of the man in white robe was low, but his unquestionable tone made the young man swallow the rest of his words.
"Yes."
The original author - King Ghidorah, has now arrived at the old address of Valerilus City.
The capital of Vagrian, the city where huge palaces once stood, was still bustling and bustling before the disaster.
It is now in ruins. Most of the city walls have collapsed, most of the buildings have collapsed, and most of the streets have been overturned by black tentacles.
King Ghidorah stood in the center of the ruins, with three heads turning slowly, and six golden vertical pupils scanning the surroundings.
That's right. After all, it's already in ruins. You don't have to worry about being damaged. You can just open it up and open it up.
He chose this venue for the competition for no other reason than convenience. There was no need to set up a stage or prepare an audience seat.
Anyone who comes should go to this station and start fighting.
He lowered his head and looked at Valerirus next to him, who was standing on the ruins and looking through a long list.
"Hmm - how many countries did you invite?" King Ghidorah's telepathy.
Valerirus raised his head. "Twelve, including mainstream countries in mainland China and some small countries."
His voice paused and he added, "There are also some countries that have not received the invitation and have also taken the initiative to send people."
King Ghidorah's head tilted in the middle. "How many people?" He didn't ask why so many people came, nor what they were doing.
Valerirus looked at Sangis.
Sangis opened the document in his hand. "Currently, more than twenty people have been confirmed to come."
"Tower Mage King of Karelia Medici, Army Marshal Reinhardt of Victoria, Holy Radiance Knight of Saint Junxi Pegasus, Vostok's Ice Walker, Zalan Khanate's Azure Flame Wind-Rending Cavalry... There are also representatives from several small countries. There are still some who are on the way, not sure if they can catch up."
King Ghidorah's six golden vertical pupils narrowed at the same time. "Okay." His tail swept across the ground to straighten a skewed stone slab.
"You can come as many as you want, the place is big enough anyway."
Valerirus was silent for a moment, then lowered his head.
He always felt that the direction of "Strongest Championship" might be much more lively than he expected.
He closed the list, raised his head, glanced at the three leisurely heads of King Ghidorah, and then silently prayed in his heart for the upcoming contestants.