The torrential rain and thunder outside the window can no longer be regarded as the background, and with the flood tide comes the anger from the ocean.
Humans have occupied the most fertile land for too long. As the victors of the last holy war, they do have reason to be proud. The sea tribe was driven into the dark and cold sea, the orcs lost their grasslands and plains, and the undead hid. After entering the swamp and desert, it is the elf kingdom that is also an order. In the face of the aggressive human kingdom, it can only close the citizens and stay in a corner.
The losers of the last jihad and their patron saints have been suffering in pain for more than 1,700 years. The long-lived species who were lucky enough to give birth still remember how their relatives and homes were destroyed in the war. They hate war and fear it. War, but they are also eager for war. They hate the war of destruction that took everything away, but they also look forward to being able to return to the homeland lost by their ancestors, to vent their hatred and anger in the war of revenge, and to regain everything that was lost.
And short-lived humans have long regarded themselves as the core of the world, the darling of Ashe, and the king of all things.
The origin of the orcs and the holy land is the Great Plains of Bianlua. Today, the fertile black soil is said to be able to grow seedlings when sown with raw rice, but it is a less important piece of the endless territory of the San Antonio Empire. Underworld slaughter to survive, or forage hard in the wasteland.
When the sea clan was just a water clan, they could be found in rivers, lakes and seas, but now if the sea clan emerges from the inland lakes, I am afraid there will be an army to encircle and suppress them and adventurers to receive rewards, which should belong to allies. The elf kingdom can always find its own kin in the slave market, and the border conflict between the elf and the human kingdom has never stopped.
The knight class who used to be brave and good at fighting has now become a knight master. Compared with other races, the too comfortable and easy life of human beings breeds inexplicable arrogance and pride. The short-sighted forgetting as a short-lived species makes them forget the glory and struggle of their ancestors. They feel You are the spirit of all things, and all other beings should be your subordinates.
"Orcs? Isn't it just a bunch of barbarians who can't even speak? In front of our new technology and war machines, these barbarians are not worth mentioning. Elves? Oh, just a bunch of stupid old antiques, if there is a holy war , we humans just two super kingdoms are enough to sweep the Quartet. Ha, maybe we will be the easiest victors of the holy war."
The victors of the last jihad were proud of their prosperity and devoted themselves to intrigue with their fellow clansmen, while the losers suffered in pain and waited for the chance to turn over.
The completely different attitudes of the two sides to prepare for the war made the original order of winners fall into an absolute disadvantage unknowingly.
In the northern wasteland, the god of the earth element and the orcs came together. On the cold night when they relied on the bonfire for warmth, the chiefs pointed to the dream homeland on the map and roared and cried loudly. On the barren island in the south, the black-winged man who has become a pirate race regained the right to fly with the help of the god of wind, activated the ancient floating island, picked up the sacred war spear, and started. New hunting season.
If it wasn't for the god of fire elements eaten by Eliza as a tonic, the four ancient gods of elements have all been dispatched, the tide of elements has risen wildly throughout the plane, and the use of supernatural abilities such as magic, supernatural power, and divine art has been learned. It will become easier. As the origin of elemental magic, the power of the four main elements of elemental magic has increased dramatically.
At the same time, visitors from other planes will be easier and more frequent in the future. The children of the elements will become the resident population of the main plane. The demon army on the Chaos side has started the latest round of bloody elimination competition. The new army Chang will get the chance to bring the demons to harvest the souls of the ground.
Perhaps this is just the outpost of the Eternal Holy War, but if the outpost can’t be beaten, it’s not wrong to call it the final battle.
As for the order side, in addition to humans, the second main force is the elves that should have been divided into countless kingdoms, clans, and tribes, but more than a hundred years ago, the elves kingdoms have begun to close their countries one after another. Longevity species and more and more powerful Even if they received the foreshadowing of the upcoming holy war, the micro-elf gods did not plan to announce their "ally". After all, they knew that even if they announced the past, they were mostly ignored and ridiculed by arrogant humans.
You can praise elves for their beauty, kindness, and intelligence, but don't praise them for their generosity, because in the Elvish language, forgiveness and forgetfulness are similar words. Yesterday, they, who had planned to stay on their own for a long time, were not bad at all.
Moreover, there is gossip that the elf gods have been hooking up with the evil gods of chaos. It is difficult to determine whether the rumors are true, but it is a recognized fact that the relationship with the gods of the human gods is extremely poor. There is always some indescribable estrangement between leaders, just like the yellow flower watching the popular star in power yesterday, without saying it on the face, the psychology must be full of five flavors, and the relationship will not get better.
Well, let’s get down to business, the current situation is already in front of us, the chaos side has been sharpening the knife for thousands of years, and the human empire here is still in the internal friction of a peaceful and prosperous age. As long as the war starts, at least the early results are doomed.
And from the later summary, I actually made the same mistake as the Astrology Tower. They relied too much on prophecy spells, and I relied too much on the so-called "historical prophecy", even if that "history" was true. In the deduction, the previous history is all accurate, but it does not mean that the latter is also accurate. Except for the reason of my own butterfly benefit, it is just the reality that there are no other "players", and everything is destined to be different.
In the real world of "players" without destiny, the gods of the three elements cannot be killed by inexplicable plots. The level of elemental disasters has far exceeded expectations. Perhaps in the entire jihad and the continent, this can only be regarded as an appetizer. Appetizers, but this outpost is destined to be more tragic than "history".
Well, even if I did predict it, even if I didn't go to prison and sharpen the law side in Brimstone Mountain, I couldn't do anything about this kind of important thing involving countless great gods.
Today's facts have gone in the opposite direction of "history". In that history, the four elemental gods were eliminated and three were sealed. The only fire element god successfully escaped from the underground world and mixed with the underground coalition that released it. When we got together, it directly caused the friction between the underground world and the surface world to intensify. In reality, due to my influence, the god of fire, which was originally a super troublesome element, was completely killed, and the other three gods of the elements all found their own. Helper, become the new super trouble.
Arguing over which history is better is neither meaningful nor valuable. History has no assumptions, let alone believe in ifs, and there is no possibility of winning or losing.
At this time, I have to face the storm rolled up by the wings of the butterfly of fate, the mighty wave set off by the water element god.
Just came out of the VIP room, even I, who have experienced countless wars, were shocked by the sight in front of me.
Outside the window is a tornado that covers the sky. He is like a giant dragon that absorbs water and continuously draws the accumulated water from the sky, while the dark clouds have always maintained a relatively uniform rainfall, and the entire city has turned into a rain city.
"Miracle!" This is not a description, but a judgment based on the current situation. Only divine power can realize this strange wonder.
Indoors, the hall on the first floor was in a mess, the flood had spread to the room, and on the makeshift platform, the great nobles were in urgent contact with their staff.
As soon as Dasos walked down, he was surrounded by messengers, and the countless arcane brilliance flickered and extinguished, and the precious high-level mages became the only reliable messengers now.
"All the coastal defenses have been breached, and there are too many sea clans! Those sea giants can't resist at all!"
"The court master Ansuo died in battle, and the court masters began to retreat. The White Wolf Guards in various places were surrounded and suppressed by the sea clan, and it was impossible to break through!"
"The road to support was blocked by fleeing refugees, and some noble private soldiers have already started killing people and grabbing the road."
The bad news fell like snowflakes, and the most worrying thing was the pictures sent back by the eyes of the mages set up on various streets.
In a picture, the pride of the Oran Empire, the white wolf cavalry with top-level weapons were surrounded by dwarf murlocs. Take off the Mysilol Mithril alloy that he is proud of.
In the water, the proud and fearless charge is impossible, the indestructible violent epee cannot find its target, the spear that brings explosions cannot be thrown in the heavy rain, and the knight in the water cannot catch up to swim in the water. The murlocs, heavy armor and weapons became the biggest burden, and the powerful White Wolf Guards fought in a scuffle in the flood, and their performance was not as good as a fisherman.
"what!"
Even though the sound transmitted by the picture was very small, the knight's sudden and extremely painful expression, the blood flower on the top, and the harpoon suddenly appearing behind him, have explained everything.
"Wow la la la la!"
Screaming cheerfully, the Meridian murloc raised his head from the water, but then he lowered his head and dived again, looking for an opportunity for the next assault.
The murloc's short stature, which was ridiculed by other races in the past, has become the best weapon in this flood. The muddy river water with mud makes it impossible for the knights to find the murloc underwater.
On the other side, a sturdy knight was caught by a fishing net and was dragged down suddenly. With his strong body and still wearing heavy armor, he was entangled in the fishing net and could not get up at all. In the end, he could only open his eyes wide, grabbed his neck, and drowned in the eyes of everyone.
"... That's Mickey, the youngest silver knight in the Guard. His horse-controlling and pounding skills are the strongest in the seventh squadron, and he just died at the hands of a low-level murloc! Haoke, the strongest knight in the seventh squadron. , actually drowned! Lord, think of a way, at least you can't let everyone die so worthless!"
The roar of the white wolf knights in the hall made people feel inexplicably sad. Among the virtues of the knights, there is indeed no fear of sacrifice, but at the same time, it is stipulated that the sacrifice must be valuable. If you die in the charge of the dragon, it is an honor, but To die inexplicably at the hands of the weak murlocs who used to disdain them is an insult to the knights.
And the powerful White Wolf Guards are so miserable, and the Oran people in other pictures are even more miserable.
The beautiful mermaid jumped underwater, and the pouring rain reminded her of the Water Curtain Waterfall in her hometown, so she sang a song while stroking the magic shell in her golden hair.
The mermaid's singing voice is famous all over the world, and the beautiful figure in the shell swimsuit is even more charming, but the warriors present were not in the mood to appreciate it, because with the song of the tides, there are also deadly lurkers.
"Ah! Piranhas! There are piranhas underwater!"
The screaming warrior collapsed immediately, and after a few seconds, white bones covered with tooth marks floated up in the blood.
"Jellyfish, poisonous jellyfish! Get out of the water, everyone!"
The almost transparent and colorless jellyfish in the water can't be detected at all. When the tentacles full of deadly venom touch the skin, even a powerful warrior will be paralyzed to death without knowing it.
"Ah! Swordfish!"
This warrior was lucky, at least he knew who killed him. The swordfish's long mouth was inserted into his waist and abdomen, and he fell to the ground without struggling a few times while clutching his intestines.
In the mermaid's singing, the seafood delicacies in the restaurants in the past have become deadly hunters.
Everyone knows that staying in the water is equivalent to courting death, but with the blessings of the two gods on the city of rain, all parts of the city are in the water, and the soldiers have nowhere to retreat.
Although some people left everything and climbed onto the roof, judging from the fins of the sharks underwater, it was equivalent to being trapped in an immobile Jedi, waiting for them to doomsday.
A large number of sea clans have entered the city. If the battle of mid- and low-end combat power makes people sigh and helpless, then the battle of high-level combat power is despairing.
"Exploding flames!"
The battle mage who specializes in flame desperately summoned his best flame, but before the flame took shape, a young Naga clapped his hands together, and the waves surged and extinguished.
As the incarnation of the water snake elf, each Naga knows a little bit of water magic. Maybe on land, he can only help to quench his thirst, but the waves set off in the water are so deadly.
This is just an apprentice. The blessings of the water god and the sea god have greatly strengthened the combat power of the sea clan. The wave and shock wave brought by the sea giant's footsteps can easily destroy the most solid fortress. Hiding underwater and repeatedly summoning huge waves is enough to wash everything away.
Moreover, the elites of hundreds of tribes came today, and the human warriors were divided and besieged by the flood. In terms of the number of high-level combat power, the human side did not dominate.
"Never fight SeaClan in the water unless you also have fins and don't breathe."
I don't know who said this old advice first, but there was only deathly silence in the hall, and then there was a faint sound of weeping.
Yes, no one can defeat the sea clan in the sea, just like I almost died in the fishing net of a group of murlocs a few days ago, the sea clan's combat power in the water is immeasurable, this is also the two gods are doing everything to complete the match. After the blessings of the City of Rain, they felt relieved to rest because they thought they had no need to intervene.
The development of events also proved their judgment. From the moment the city became the home court of the Sea Clan, the outcome was already decided, and the Oran Empire was destined to lose its most luxurious pearl city.
No one expected that on this happy day for the Oran Empire, the mighty empire suffered such a catastrophe, and everyone's eyes turned to Dasos, waiting for his decision.
A city is not everything in an empire. The vast territory can also organize new legions. As long as there is hope for people to live, the day of revenge will eventually arrive.
The needless sacrifice is meaningless. What is to be done now, everyone can see and think, but that cruel decision is destined to be undertaken by the emperor who ascended the throne today.
"... Abandon the line of defense, retreat as far as you can, and leave the city!"
Shouting this sentence out of his teeth, Dasos was ten years older.
"No!! My parents are at home! Your Majesty, please save them!" The exclamation of the noble children was just the beginning.
"My lads are still resisting, how can I give up! This is the most despicable betrayal!" the old general roared at the king, his soldiers were dying one by one, and once the great retreat begins, they will all be doomed The sacrificed cannon fodder has no chance of being spared.
"Kagexi is the capital of the country. Without the capital, we have no face to stand on the entire Ashe Continent. We will become the laughing stock of the whole world." The old marquis laughed miserably. What he said was indeed the truth. , that is, those small countries that are forced to be subordinated, those envoys and even though they are full of worries about their own safety, they are still full of joy.
For a true diplomat, even if he dies, as long as he does not sign the treaty that humiliates the country, as long as his descendants will not be humiliated for a hundred years, he will earn money by dying on the spot.
"I said, give up!"
The scarlet magic sword exuded a blood-like brilliance, and the sword-wielding king slammed the magic sword into the ground.
"Stay in this city and wait to die? Stupid! What if you lose the White Wolf Guard? Just build the White Lion Guard and the White Tiger Guard. What if you don't have the old capital? My Great Oran has a vast territory, and there are countless city-states similar to Kagxi. , and then choose. Today we did lose, remember the hatred, and tomorrow, my army will get everything back!"
"I said, retreat! It is possible to take away important things, throw away useless property, and take away all national treasures. Technical documents are given priority, children, women, the elderly are given priority, special talents are given priority, and young men with healthy limbs all take up arms. Stand with me and my knights and I will stay at the last minute!"
After being extremely angry, the King of Winter Wolf's tone became unusually calm, but the trembling beard showed that he was still in a rage.
The emperor's composure and initiative, the queen, stabilized the situation at a critical moment. His unhesitatingly strong man broke his wrist and undoubtedly avoided the most tragic ending, but I also came to the moment of choice.
"Sorry, I didn't expect it to end like this. You can go with the first women who were evacuated. No, it should be said, please leave with them."
"The Goblin Bank in Green Bay, if you fulfill the requirements of the contract, where can you get the key, but at least one month later."
The answer is not what I asked, and there is still no truth. I am making the final preparations before departure, how can I tell the other party that the key is on me.
Just leave? how is this possible! Little Renee is inviting useful talents everywhere according to my request. Chloe is guarding the church. They must be in danger, and if I escape with the key key, not only my companions on the ground will be spared. Maybe, even those guys in the underwater base will starve to death sooner or later.
"Are you going to save your companions? Don't be kidding, the whole city is now a sea clan. Even if you are fighting a sea clan in the water, you are looking for death! Meaningless sacrifice is a shame for a knight!"
"Heh, seeking death? I don't think so."
It's useless to say more, I shook my head and walked directly down the hall. In a relatively spacious place, I took out my space bag and searched for my old things in it.
Yes, even if it is me, I still have no chance of winning against the sea clan in the water, and the transformation time of the war angel is extremely short. As long as I enter the water, it is impossible to get rid of the pursuit of the sea clan, and it is impossible to achieve my goal. However, as long as there is such a thing, it is not impossible.
"There is no chance of winning in water battles, but maybe on ice. Yes!"
After pouring out a pile of prunes, marbles, handmade poker and the like, I finally found my target, which was a hand-carved short wooden sword, only one-handed, clearly a children's toy sword, among which The workmanship is rough, and there are crooked words engraved on the hilt of the sword. The font is distorted and childish, as if written by a child.
"Roland is not allowed to steal or play with Cavins' sword."
Those words were really written by children. They were the signatures that Cavens left when he was a child to his precious wooden sword. When he was young, he would never call me, who was only a few minutes older than him, my brother. , basically by his first name.
Stroking the marks on the sword, I seem to have returned to the warm and carefree childhood, the war-torn boyhood, and seeing the reckless and straightforward foolish brother.
Shaking his head, now is not the time to recall the past. What I need is not the wooden sword itself, but the sleeping soul in it.
"Eileen Bella, I need your help."