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The Azeroth Continent was like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years, finally reaching the moment of complete eruption and destruction. The five major regions of the East, South, West, North, and Central were all thrown into chaos.
Eastern Region of the Continent.
The greedy human empire of the Manchester City Empire, coveting the Dwarf Clan forging techniques, used various means to recruit or plunder Dwarf Clan blacksmiths. Dwarves, who loved invention and adventure, also became targets for their slave hunts. Especially when Human Clan discovered that these long-lost alien races possessed a great deal of magic and Dou Qi arts techniques from the era of gods and demons, and could also create incredibly powerful war tools, the plundering began uncontrollably.
The actions of the Manchester City Empire were like opening Pandora's box, releasing terrible demons and plagues, prompting other Eastern Region to follow suit. After tasting the benefits, the Liverpool Empire, the Manchester United Empire, and the Arsenal Empire successively invested considerable military force to capture dwarfs and gnome slaves.
This despicable act finally angered the dwarves and gnomes, who originally did not want war.
A large-scale war inevitably broke out in the Eastern Region. In the first month of the war, the greedy and arrogant Human Clan army suffered huge losses. Faced with the divine weapons of the Dwarf Clan and the terrifying magical machinery of the Gnome Clan, tens of millions of human soldiers were defeated and slaughtered.
Hatred is like a flame in gasoline, spreading and burning uncontrollably.
The Western Region of the Continent.
The war between the Madrid Empire and the Barcelona Empire, mortal enemies for millennia, has reached a fever pitch, drawing in almost all the empires of the Western Region. Thirty or forty large and small empires across the Western Region continent have been forced to join the ranks of these two behemoths, and the land is ablaze with the flames and smoke of war.
The Elf Empire, which occupied the western primeval forests, experienced a shocking change after smoothly passing through its initial adaptation period. Due to the infiltration and enticement of the human empire, it split into three factions: Green Elves, Blood Elves, and Dark Elves. The warlike Blood Elves joined the Madrid Empire Alliance, while the cruel and cunning Dark Elves joined the Barcelona Empire Alliance. These two elven tribes emerged from the harsh and barren primeval forests, began to adapt to human society, and organized powerful armies.
Only the peace-loving Green Elves remain steadfastly in the frigid primeval forest. It is said that this most powerful and deeply rooted elven tribe gave birth to a descendant of the Golden Elf King Bloodline, who, with the support of the Moon Temple and the Nature Temple, earned the title of Elf King.
The origins of this new Elf King are widely circulated among the elves, shrouded in legend and subject to much speculation. The only certainty is that this new Elf King did not come from the former Elven Realm, but was a young man who grew up on the Azeroth Continent.
This is said to be one of the reasons for the split of the Elf Empire. Apart from the peace-loving Green Elves, who have the most steadfast and pure faith, the Blood Elves and Dark Elves, who respect the strong, refused to recognize the legitimacy of the new Elf King and ultimately broke with the temple, thus ending the Elf Empire.
Southern Region of the Continent.
As a continent whose strength is only slightly higher than the Northern Region, which ranks last among the five major regions, the Human Clan of the Southern Region is gradually at a disadvantage when facing the mad, greedy, cunning, cruel, and incredibly prolific goblin race.
This small, pointy-eared, ugly race, comparable to the Gnome Clan, has expanded wildly across the Southern Region Continent, becoming the complete opposite of the Human Clan. They even feed on humans, displaying extreme cruelty.
In the end, the century-old rivals Bayern Munich Empire and the human empire alliance led by Dortmund had to temporarily halt their war and begin discussing forming an alliance to jointly deal with the Goblin Empire.
Because everyone could see that if they continued to kill each other, the Human Clan of the Southern Region Continent was very likely to be completely wiped out by the goblins.
Fortunately, at this critical moment for the survival of the Human Clan in the Southern Region, the mysterious and silent Continent Martial Saint Mountain, where the so-called Strongest Man on the Continent Azeroth, the " Continent Martial Saint " Diego Maradona, and his disciples finally stepped forward to help their compatriots. Dozens of Martial Saint Mountain disciples at the Blazing Sun Class Peak or even the Demigod realm were dispatched to the Southern Region to support the various Human Clan empires.
There are even rumors that the reason why the two arch-rivals, Bayern Munich Empire and Dortmund, were able to sit down and discuss an alliance despite their hatred was because Maradona, a pinnacle of the Human Clan, personally went to the palaces of the two empires to broker the deal.
Central Region of the Continent.
The war between the Dragon Clan and the Holy Church continues.
No one knows why the Dragon Clan insist on going against such a behemoth as the Holy Church. In fact, the Dragon Clan are indeed as powerful as legend has it. Apart from the Holy Church, they could sweep across almost any human empire on the Azeroth Continent, yet they chose to fight such a formidable opponent as the Church to the death.
Rumors say that the Dragon Clan went mad because of an unresolved blood feud from ancient times, and they wanted to take the remains of the former dragon god who was killed here.
There is also speculation that the Holy Mountain, the headquarters of the Holy Church, conceals treasures and opportunities that would make even the gods envious; once obtained, one could become the ruler of the entire world and countless planes.
Various rumors, some true and some false, are circulating and difficult to discern.
Over the past six months, countless powerful warriors have perished in the war between the two sides, causing the heavens and earth to tremble. The once picturesque Mediterranean Sea, which had never been touched by war for thousands of years, has become a terrifying dead sea.
The corpses of countless powerful beings fell into the sea, killing all living beings there. Even the void above the sea was imprinted with the sinister power of countless powerful beings before their deaths, turning it into a deadly place. Anyone below the Great Sun-Rank Venerable who entered this sea area would be reduced to shattered bones and blood in an instant!
The gods worshipped by the Church are said to have been fully resurrected.
Countless people have witnessed winged angels wielding lightsabers joining the war against the Dragon Clan.
Both the Dragon Clan and the Church have found allies.
The Dragon Clan allied with the Blue-Black Empire and the Red-Black Empire to fight side by side, while the Juventus Empire turned to the Church, and the former Holy Alliance completely collapsed.
It is no exaggeration to say that the Central Region Continent is the most terrifying place on the Azeroth Continent. Although the number of people involved in the war is not large, the appearance and use of Extreme Dao powerhouses and various Extreme Dao weapons are the most frequent. The entire continent has been almost completely destroyed, and the civilians have almost all died!
In contrast, although the Northern Region Continent was also constantly at war, it was much more peaceful.
The war between the Zenit Empire and the Barcelona Empire attracted countless eyes of attention.
Barcelona's lightning-fast invasion of Southern Frontier Zenit was halted for a full twenty days at the Zenit capital Saint Petersburg. Several Demigod- level powerhouses were dispatched, yet they still could not break through Saint Petersburg's defenses. The two sides engaged in countless tug-of-war battles at the city walls, with a total force exceeding one million. In addition to the protection of the [ Protection of Mother Earth ] magic shield, even the ground was almost shaved down by three or four meters.
On the endless grasslands, wrecked siege weapons, wagons, broken blades and armor, and bloodstains that had congealed into black lumps were densely packed and stretched as far as the eye could see. To prevent the spread of plague, the people of Barcelona would periodically gather and burn the bodies of fallen soldiers and livestock, with raging flames shooting into the sky like an angry volcano erupting.
Endless resentful souls, along with the thick black smoke, lingered and roared in the gloomy sky.
The air was thick with a stench; every breath felt like inhaling rotting flesh and blood. Carrion birds, their bellies bulging with hunger, circled and danced merrily in the sky. They swooped down with sharp beaks, mimicking humans, to engage in another kind of merciless battle with the fat wild dogs tearing apart the corpses of fallen soldiers, fighting for territory and food.
As the sun sets in the west, a crimson sun appears as if stained with blood, turning the sky and the ground entirely crimson.
On the earth, the sounds of battle shook the heavens, and screams of agony echoed endlessly.
Granero was covered in blood. He had shattered ten fine steel longswords with each swing, each one claiming a life. His arms were completely numb and swollen. He had lost count of how many times the Barcelona team had attacked. Blood soaked through his hair, dripping down his forehead and blurring his vision. Everything looked as if it were submerged in blood.
The battle to defend the city lasted for nearly three hours.
Finally, in the distance, the rear guard of the Barcelona army sounded the retreat horn, and the Barcelona soldiers retreated like the receding tide.
Clang!
Granero's steel sword, already chipped, fell to the ground. Had he not been holding onto the city wall, he would have collapsed from exhaustion. The enemy's retreat meant he could rest. He gasped for breath, his chest feeling as if it were filled with chili powder. The soldiers around him were in much the same boat.
The soldiers guarding the city have been rotated hundreds of times in the past twenty days.
A rough estimate suggests that over 100,000 Zenit soldiers died on the city walls.
Today, flames burn day and night in the military burial grounds of the imperial capital of Zenit. Soldiers below the rank of company commander who die in battle are generally not given a proper burial; they are thrown into the fire and burned, and their families can only receive their ashes.
After taking several deep breaths of the Bloody air, Granero finally felt a bit of strength return.
Just as he was about to arrange the rotation of guards at the south gate, a commotion suddenly came from the direction of the west gate. He saw about several thousand Zenit Star-Rank Warrior, their bodies shimmering with Dou Qi aura, leaping down from the city wall along ropes and frantically chasing after the retreating Barcelona people.
"Here we go again! That damned idiot! He cowered in the enemy tower during the battle, and now that the battle's over, he forces soldiers who haven't even had a chance to catch their breath to come out of the city to hunt him down? Don't other people's lives matter? How dare he force the army's elite troops to chase and kill retreating soldiers at this critical moment? He's committing a crime, he's harming the Empire's warriors! How many times has this happened? How many times has this happened? Are soldiers' lives more important than some damn military project?"
Granero was absolutely furious.
This has happened dozens of times.
To encourage the soldiers defending the city to fight bravely, the royal family and the Military Department jointly issued a new military order a few days ago: for every person beheaded, military merits would be accumulated and used as a basis for rewards after the war.
This military order clearly had excellent intentions.
But some guy came up with this despicable idea, instigating the foolish fourth prince to select elite warriors whose strength reached the Star Class level in the army. Every time the Barcelona people had a break in their attack, he forced these elite warriors to go out of the city to ambush them. Then he cut off the heads of the soldiers who had already died in battle and used them as evidence to accumulate military merits.
At first, the fourth prince did indeed reap considerable rewards.
Because his accumulated military merits far exceeded those of the other three city gates, and given his status as a prince, the Military Department leaders turned a blind eye, allowing this foolish prince to receive numerous rewards. This undoubtedly emboldened the fourth prince's crooked ways, further forcing elite soldiers to take risks.
But this action finally angered the people of Barcelona.
During a retreat, the Barcelona army set a trap, and their elite troops slaughtered more than half of the thousand-plus Zenit elite warriors. The other half would have been completely wiped out if not for the timely intervention of Lampard, the Golden Lion.
In such a brutal war, the life of a well-trained ordinary soldier is extremely precious. However, because of the selfish and ambitious nature of this foolish prince, more than 500 invaluable Star-Rank Warrior were lost. These 500 people are basically the middle-level officers of an entire legion. The loss of each one would be an unbearable and enormous loss.
Although the soldiers and officers were furious, what could they do about this prince who had recently gained the trust of Emperor Yassin?
What's even more infuriating is that, after suffering such heavy losses, the Fourth Prince Christo did not stop his foolish actions. Instead, he organized junior Star-Rank Warrior to carry out similar operations again. For his own selfish desires, he used coercive means to put the empire's elite in danger, which is utterly despicable.
It is said that in order to force these Star-Rank Warrior to descend from the city to hunt them down and collect their heads, the fourth prince not only killed several officers who dared to resist, but also threatened the warriors' families, which was extremely despicable.
"No, I must see the Second Prince! I must go to the palace to request an audience with His Majesty Yassin! This fool can no longer be allowed to continue harming the Empire's warriors!"
Granero, unable to contain himself any longer, roared in fury.
Just then, a sudden and strange change occurred beneath the city walls—
The two hundred Zenit Star-Rank Warrior who were covering the retreating Barcelona were suddenly attacked by the Barcelona. Thirty or forty mages emerged from the crowd, chanting spells and unleashing terrible offensive magic. Flames and thick smoke immediately covered the battlefield, and the fighting and screams came from the smoke. Blood splattered and limbs flew everywhere!
"Quickly, send reinforcements!"
Granero roared, his heart bleeding, each death of a Star Class elite warrior officer fueling his rage and madness.
"My lord, there's no need. Look, our men have won..." Just as Granero was about to jump off the city wall to help his comrades, his adjutant suddenly pulled him back and pointed to the battlefield in the distance.
Granero looked around.
The smoke from the battlefield had dissipated. More than half of the thirty or forty Barcelona mages were dead, and the rest fled for their lives. More than fifty of the two hundred Zenit Star-Rank Warrior were lost, but they had won the battle and were leaving the battlefield immediately, retreating towards the city walls.
In the blink of an eye, the 150-plus survivors arrived at the foot of the city wall and quickly climbed up the wall using the ropes thrown down from the top.
Granero breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, a very ominous feeling suddenly welled up in my heart.
It was as if I had overlooked something.
The next moment, from the distant Barcelona camp, four or five extremely powerful figures suddenly soared into the sky, carrying an unparalleled aura of power, and hurtled towards Saint Petersburg. At the same time, the Barcelona army, which had been retreating, suddenly turned around, their shouts shaking the heavens, and charged forward again.
"Damn it, we've been tricked!"
Granero finally understood what was happening, and his expression changed drastically.
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