Updated: 2012-11-15
Initially, humanity considered enslaving this race with its powerful civilization. (Fastest updates) (Novel)
Unfortunately, the goblins were far more powerful than humans could have imagined.
Although this short and ugly race cannot cultivate Dou Qi and has only mediocre talent in magic, their talent in alchemy and magical technology gives their high-level alchemists countless strange and wonderful skills, allowing them to hold their own even when facing human Great Sun-Rank Venerable experts.
This race, whose heads account for more than 40% of their body weight, has embarked on a completely different path to power. They have mastered alchemy to its extreme and can also control the power of rules. According to the prisoners' testimonies, there is no shortage of Demigod among the Goblin Clan.
As the battle progressed to this point, most far-sighted human warriors finally began to understand that the arrival of this short, green race on the Azeroth Continent was an irreversible event, and that it was impossible to completely annihilate them. Before long, humanity would have to put aside the arrogance cultivated over thousands of years and reluctantly admit that these short creatures had become one of the top predators on the continent's food chain, alongside themselves.
Unfortunately, the deterioration of the situation did not end there.
On the day of Lichun (the beginning of spring) in mainland China.
The sun was shining brightly, the weather was clear, and everything indicated that this would be a beautiful day.
In the Central Region of the Continent, on the Holy Church of Sicily Island, the headquarters of the Holy Mountain See.
This is a place that all powers across the entire Azeroth Continent must look up to.
The towering peaks of Sicily Island, reaching towards the clouds, seem like a symbol of the entire continent, piercing the sky and proclaiming its unshakeable status.
The entire Sicily Island, spanning hundreds of kilometers, is enveloped in a powerful force of light. It remains verdant year-round, with a pleasant climate. Sacred flowers, symbols of light, bloom across the mountains and fields. Kind-faced priests and dashing knights are a common sight. Elegantly dressed bishops and exceptionally noble ladies from the mainland smile as they stroll towards the Holy Mountain. Around the island, ships with pure white sails ply the waters, and the sacred hymns sung by young choir girls echo between heaven and earth, captivating the soul.
For a thousand years, there has never been a war here, nor has it suffered the ravages of war.
This is a depiction of Paradise on earth, where light envelops the land. It is the legendary carefree Garden of Eden, a place of joy and no sorrow, hope and no despair, light and no evil.
This is a sacred place blessed, protected, and protected by all the gods in the heavens.
As usual, after completing the morning's thanksgiving ceremony with his companions, the young Divine Knight squad leader Samaras donned his ornate, openwork silver armor, mounted his spotless white steed, and, clutching his gleaming silver knight's mane, began his daily island patrol.
This is actually a very simple task. It can be completed in half a day by simply traveling around Sicily Island, like sightseeing. There is no risk involved. A thousand years have passed, and no one has dared to cause trouble in Sicily Island.
A gentle breeze caresses the face, the spring breeze is intoxicating, and the bright morning sun dyes the sea red, the waves singing a song.
From any perspective, it was a beautiful morning.
Samaras felt exceptionally happy when he recalled the beautiful, pure smile of the choir girl. The knights of the gods did not need to be rejected, and the girls in the choir did not necessarily have to offer their virginity to the gods in the end—that was something only saints needed to do. Samaras realized that he had fallen deeply in love with this girl.
With a cheerful mood and a bright vision of the future, he led his companions along this familiar road that they had traveled countless times, and soon arrived near a bay in southern Sicily Island.
The beach was picturesque, with white seagulls calling out crisply, cutting beautiful white streaks of light across the sky.
Samaras looked up at the sky, and before he knew it, the face of the beautiful choir girl seemed to slowly appear in the azure sky, smiling at him.
The seagulls cried out, and just as the young knight was lost in thought, he suddenly noticed that, without him noticing, dense black spots had appeared on the girl's face in the sky... What was going on?
"Captain, something's not right, that's..." his teammate reminded him from the side.
Samaras reacted instantly. The illusion of the beautiful girl's face in the sky vanished in an instant, and tiny black shadows, no bigger than beans, grew larger and larger, rapidly approaching Sicily Island. Their speed was simply too fast. One moment they were just freckle-like black dots, and the next, those dense black dots had transformed into terrifying and ferocious behemoths, stretching out their huge fleshy wings. Under the golden sunlight, their bright scales, pale white teeth, massive metallic bodies, and the flames that were gradually gathering and surging with terrifying magical power had become very clear.
"What kind of magical beast is this? A giant flying magical beast! Why is it here?"
All members of the Divine Knight Squad were in a state of mental paralysis at this moment. The long period of peace and tranquility had made them lose their vigilance, and for a moment, they could not react to what had happened.
Until the piercing alarm sounded, for the first time in a thousand years, loudly on the Sicily Island.
"Enemy attack"
This absurd and unrestrained word finally appeared in the overconfident minds of the Divine Knights, plunging them into an even more shocking suffocation, preventing them from reacting immediately.
By the gods above, what on earth is this thing that dares to attack the sacred Holy Mountain the Holy Church? How did these evil creatures manage to deceive the tens of thousands of magical outposts in the Mediterranean Sea, the predictions of the priests, and all the early warning magic arrays of the Church, until they were discovered only when they were so close to Sicily Island?
Most importantly, what exactly are they?
Boom boom boom boom
In the next instant, thousands upon thousands of multicolored magical flames, like shooting stars falling from the heavens, with long, dazzling tails and carrying terrifying energy, spewed from the mouths of the countless monsters and crashed devastatingly onto Sicily Island.
Instantly, the vast island shook violently, as if it were about to sink. Violent explosions rang out throughout the island, and flames and smoke filled this Paradise on earth.
"It's a dragon"
"Dragon"
"How could it be Dragon Clan?"
"Battle Dragon Clan Invasion"
"Defend Sicily Island! Those damned Dragon Clan, where did they come from?"
Chaotic roars and battle horns suddenly rang out on the peaceful Sicily Island, which had enjoyed tranquility for a thousand years. The roars and howls of dragons echoed in the sky, and Holy Mountain Sicily Island, was the first to suffer the most concentrated firepower from the dragons that blotted out the sky.
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