Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations

“You seem to have overestimated yourselves.” As a saint-level master, Sal wouldn’t be easily defeated even though it had to fight two opponents at the same time.

Demon Spirit Sal glanced around and saw that the elves, dwarves, and humans indeed outnumbered them, but the difference in numbers wasn’t too big.

“It’s been a long time since our last battle, so perhaps you’ve forgotten the combat force of the Shadow Legion,” Sal said with a snicker, “You dare to fight us with this messy and mismatched army?! What do you think you can do to me?”

The soldiers of the Shadow Legion were all veteran fighters who could each fight ten enemies at the same time.

In the busiest times, the soldiers of the Shadow Legion fought several wars in one year and had toughened themselves in countless battles of blood and fire!

The old orc king who didn’t know much turned grim, but the First Elder of the Elf Clan smiled as he said, “I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed!”

At this moment, Mr. Dirk and the others thought, We go on the battlegrounds each day! We began fighting in small-scaled battlegrounds such as Warsong Gulch ever since we were at level 10 and have since then battled in all kinds of large battlegrounds at maximum level. We fought in dozens of battlegrounds each day when we tried to level up prestige ranks. We’ve trained like this for more than one year now. Do you think you’re better than us?

On the battleground, the bunch of commanders in the game when players fought on battlegrounds in World of Warcraft began to issue orders and shouted wildly, “Warriors! Shield Wall! Push up!”

“Keep some protection paladins here to protect the nannies!”

“Mages! Throw Blizzards at the crowds of enemies!”

Magic spells, storms, blood, and thunder swept across the battlefield. Sal found that instead of subduing the ‘messy and mismatched’ army, its soldiers were shrinking in formations under pressure until they were forced to gather together in the center of the valley.

“How can it be?!” Sal roared, and it was answered by a huge fireball which crashed down at him like a meteorite.

Boom!

Boulders fell from the mountains, and fire blazed like the burning sun.

Before the dust settled, a forceful gust shot toward Demon Spirit Sal’s face as a huge sword crashed toward him. The powerful wind that the sword strike created pressed down the ground by several meters!

Boom!

The sky and the ground shook violently. Dodging and escaping almost instantly, a black figure shot up into the sky at a speed so fast that it was impossible to follow its movements with naked eyes.

In pursuit, two figures flew across the battleground like two lightning flashes. Then, mountains collapsed as boulders fell, and the ground cracked.

Demon Spirit Sal saw an opportunity to fight back. Black clouds gathered in the sky while countless lightning bolts poured down like a waterfall. Under the thunderclouds, that figure looked like a demonic god!

“I’ll show you what war magic looks like!”

“Counterspell!” The white-bearded and white-haired old elf chanted lightly and waved his magic staff.

A magic light flashed, and the black clouds in the sky scattered as the thunder instantly turned mute!

“If I can’t interrupt that, then all my efforts in the raids this year are wasted!” The old elf said majestically.

“Puchi-!” While spewing a mouthful of black blood, Sal felt a strange magic energy forcefully interrupting his spell!

Its face twisted in fury.

What the heck was that?!

Before it could think, the huge sword swept across its waist, even cutting the ocean-like black clouds behind him that weren’t fully scattered into two halves.

If Demon Spirit Sal hadn’t ducked in time, the sword would have cut it into two halves as well!

Fighting two peak saint-level masters at the same time, Demon Spirit Sal was at a complete disadvantage.

“How can it be…?!” These people’s combat strength went beyond its expectation. After all, it had consumed lots of energy and effort to kill the old orc king.

Now that the orc king was resurrected, Demon Spirit Sal’s remaining energy was obviously not enough to deal with the old orc. Besides, it was shocked by its opponent’s strange spells, which were simple but very effective.

“Retreat!” In this instant, all it could think of was this word.

As an ultimate master, Demon Spirit Sal carried out its thought in one breath. Hovering in the sky, it inhaled deeply, and the big cloak that covered its body bulged into a huge black ball.

Even from the distance, people could feel the destructive energy that it contained.

“No!” The First Elder of the Elf Clan immediately waved his staff, and a tremendous force shot out from his staff and transformed into a huge water barrier, engulfing everyone in the area.

In the next moment, the destructive energy erupted like a volcano and swept across the sky and the land, turning everything that it touched, including the trees, soil, and the soldiers of the Shadow Legion, into dust!

Even the pale blue water barrier shook under its force and eventually collapsed.

A black shadow instantly fled to the distance at a speed undetectable by the naked eyes.

…

After clearing the remaining forces of the Shadow Legion, the orcs, dwarves, and elves looked a bit disappointed.

“It got away.”

“It can’t get away.” Looking at the direction that Demon Spirit Sal fled, Mr. Fang said casually.

“Huh? Sir, you got an idea?!” Some elves walked up to him and stared at him as if he was Doraemon.

…

Meanwhile, on the other battleground.

The figure riding on the Shadow Demon Dragon still hovered high in the sky.

It looked as if it was a demonic god dominating over the whole battleground.

…

Nations Summit was a grand palace. The ultimate masters projected their images in the elegant rooms on the top level of the palace, and in the center of the hall was the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection showing the whole battleground.

A group of people were watching it avidly.

The battle was entering a fierce stage, and the humans had obviously obtained the upper hand.

“Elf Queen, Your Majesty.” Dressed in a spotless white sorcerer’s robe, St. Dulan said with a smile, “If your elves don’t come now, this war will soon come to an end under the leadership of our Judgement Godly Palace.”

“After that, history will always remember our great achievement,” Saint Dulan laughed.

“Huh?” From the lofty throne, a pair of beautiful eyes looked down.

She thought, I sent a large group of elves to help them. How come I don’t see any of them?

The dwarf king also felt puzzled, thinking, I sent a large group of dwarves to the war as well…

…

Meanwhile, in the magic forum ‘Eye of Mystical Realms’.

According to the latest news, many masters have gathered at the border of Lianshan Principality and formed an iron defense line. The Shadow Legion can’t break it. We’re winning! This news was posted by Master Auth.

Cheers erupted in the forum, and the commenters almost knelt and called him Daddy.

Meanwhile, they didn’t forget to trash the silent ‘Blizzard Braggers’ and ‘Origins Fighters’.

Too bad. The Blizzard braggers lost their chance.

I guess they are being delayed by the many corpses on their way. After all, they must show off their resurrection spells.

Blizzard braggers are still on their way. Hahahaha!

Sword Saint Claus would say, “You’re not needed here; go and do some logistic work.”

Hahaha! Blizzard braggers can only do logistic work?

Don’t take it seriously. Anyway, the resurrection spells are not real, and what can they help with in terms of logistics?

“…”

…

At this moment, the Death Lord who hadn’t moved a muscle cracked a cold smile under his helmet. “How are the Seeds of Nightmare?”

Beside it, the slim and thin figure slightly nodded.

It looked at the fierce battle on the battleground like a god who could dictate everyone’s life and death. “Embrace the fear in your heart!”