"A true God has fallen! The Forest Guardian God Clairladin has fallen! The SemiGod Prescott has fallen in battle! "
The Northern Kingdom of the Elves's Guardian God was the Forest Guardian God. Now that he had fallen, all the elves felt as if the sky had collapsed.
"This is impossible! Gods are indestructible! How could they have fallen!? How could the mighty Forest Guardian God Clairladin have fallen!? "
This was probably the first thing that all the Northern elves felt when they heard the news. For thousands of years, the Elven True God had protected them, keeping them away from the main theme of the Northlands — the cruel competition for survival.
They had gotten used to living under the protection of the Gods in a warm environment and peace far from the battlefield. They viewed the Gods as the truth, just like the sun rising in the east. Now that the sun had suddenly stopped rising, they naturally panicked to the extreme.
"We're finished. The Northern Elven Kingdoms are all finished."
The first to lose their rationality and start spreading panic were immediately restrained by the elven warriors. However, fear and anxiety had long since spread throughout the entire Elven Northlands. Rumors could be denied, but some things couldn't be denied.
Due to the Forest Guardian God's death, without the protection of his divine power, the dream-like Kingdom of the Elves walked towards reality and returned to the natural cycle of this land. Nature began to show its cruelty of treating everyone equally!
At this moment, the small streams in the forest began to freeze. Large amounts of trees began to wither and die. The forests that didn't belong to the Northlands were heading towards death. In just a few short minutes, the outermost forest completed a transformation that would take decades to complete. In the blink of an eye, all of their leaves fell off. Their eternal life that was maintained by divine power came to an end. Withering and death were right before them.
Without the Forest Guardian God's protective barrier of the forest, the unnatural difference in temperature between the Kingdom of the Elves and the Northlands caused the balance of nature to fiercely retaliate.
In the elves' poetic descriptions, the violent northern winds transformed into the cruel God of Seasons. With a single turn, the elves silently pulled the isolated Elven Paradise back into the cruel Northlands.
When the chilly wind blew into the Elven Territory, which was supposed to be spring all year round, the elves who shivered suddenly realized that it was already winter. This cruel winter that the furious Mother Nature had specially prepared for the elves wasn't easy to get by.
While the elves were in a state of panic, their "kin" were in a state of indescribable ecstasy. The more they fought, the more courageous they became. During the grand blood sacrifice, the newly born Dark Elf Poison God added a green venomous snake emblem to the Spider Queen's spider emblem. From then on, the Dark Elf Gods were no longer the sole Dark Elf God Rose. The ambitious Rose had already begun considering the order of the newly born Dark Elf Gods.
Under the black eight-clawed spider's flag, the Dark Elf Army was beginning to assemble. The elven army, which had been mobilized as their main force, was no match for the Dark Elf Dark Elf Army. The Dark Elf Dark Elf Army watched helplessly as the invaders constructed a chain of camps and siege weapons in their homeland. The Dark Elves didn't even try to hide their intentions of permanently residing in their homeland.
The Tassel Kingdom's royal tombs had already been excavated, and all the exits to the Underground were open. Every day, countless Dark Elves would rush out from the Underground. They were like bloodthirsty sharks that smelled fresh blood and couldn't wait to taste even more delicious prey.
The Dark Elves, who had a long-standing feud with the surface elves, didn't start a racial massacre as everyone expected. However, their calm and composed attitude as they prepared for war, as well as their attitude of treating themselves as nothing, caused the elves who still had hopes of victory to feel despair.
"They're waiting. They're waiting for our expedition army to return. They're certain of victory. They have Rose's protection. Without the other Elven Gods participating, our army has no chance of victory at all. Just what is the venerable Anslo thinking? Why did he allow the Children of the Forest to be killed by the vicious Spider Queen! Why haven't our prayers been answered at all? "
The Elven Gods didn't have the time to respond to the prayers of the Northlands Elves. The Human Gods had already noticed their betrayal, and they were now in a difficult situation.
From a certain standpoint, the Elves indeed lacked the ability to be the main pillar of the Order Faction. Compared to the human empires that were increasingly treating their Guardian Gods as mascots, the Elves were far too reliant on the Gods. In fact, the Elves even viewed the Gods' protection as the most important factor in war.
"No, they're also waiting for their own reinforcements. The number of Dark Elves is increasing every day. Damn it! Just how many Dark Elves are there in that group of dark-skinned bitches? "
Just how many Dark Elves were there in the Underground? Perhaps even Rose herself didn't know. She used her own power to give the Dark Elves a fertility rate that far surpassed that of ordinary elves. However, she was also labeled as a Fallen Elf and exiled to the Underground.
"Damned Anslo! You say that I've fallen? Fine, I'll fall for you. I'll show you what true evil is! "
From a certain standpoint, Rose's self-abandonment caused the entire Dark Elves to truly fall into darkness. Killing each other, betrayal, and deceit became the main theme of the entire Dark Elf race. Even the Underground Devils wouldn't dare to say that they were better at deceit than the Dark Elves. But at the very least, this Superior Elf race that had collectively fallen into depravity was truly powerful. After they broke free from the curse of being unable to reproduce, their foundations were far stronger than anyone expected.
There wasn't a single race that was born evil. A person's good or evil was determined by their experiences. Rose's poisonous ink didn't smear the entire Dark Elf race. The Gray Elves who were under the Moon God's protection, the Dark Elf Rangers who lived in solitude, the Underground City Lords who publicly refused to listen to Rose's summons, and even the Dark Elves had countless different beliefs and ideologies. Rose had long since lost control of the entire Dark Elf race.
But looking at the current Dark Elf camp, the largest camp under the largest flag indeed belonged to Rose. The Moonlight Emblem, the Bloodblade Emblem, the Twin Ice Swords Emblem, and so on were scattered among them. The countless scattered camps of various sizes represented the countless traitors of Dark Elf society. Added together, the area they occupied was far larger than Rose's territory. From another perspective, this was proof of how deeply divided the Dark Elf race was.
And at this moment, this group of Dark Elves who had been killing each other for various reasons had come together for the same goal.
"In the past, there was no justice in the judgment against our ancestors. Even if our ancestors were wrong, we, the younger generation, also have the right to live under the blue sky with sunlight. We also have the freedom to roam the comfortable land. We will use facts to prove that we, the Dark Elves, are the most outstanding of all the Elf races. We are the Superior Elves who are most worthy of ascending to the throne!"
Under this flag, the Dark Elf race, which was originally deeply divided, temporarily united. Under the black mist of Magic that Rose had used her Divine Power to summon, they avoided the scorching sunlight. They patiently sharpened their daggers in the darkness, patiently waiting for the cruel slaughter between their own race.
And the Dark Elves who had invaded earlier naturally began to break away from the other Underground World factions. Their current goal was only a piece of blue sky for themselves.
"The Northlands will be enough for now. There's the Elven Spring and the forest here. We can rebuild our own kingdom here. We have everything we want here!"
From a certain standpoint, as long as the drums of the Holy War sounded once more, it would only be a matter of time before Rose and the Dark Elves, who had been sharpening their poisonous fangs in the Underground World, returned. However, Roland and Aillé's letter of invitation gave her the perfect time and reason to intervene.
Currently, countless tents were set up in front of the city. The Dark Elves desired the joy of revenge and the sweet taste of blood. The Dark Elves, who were known for their betrayal, were actually united for the same goal.
And for the Northlands elves who lived here all year round, this was naturally a nightmare.
Standing in front of the capital, King Adrian, who had just returned, blankly looked at the despairing scene in front of him. Was this what he had obtained by sacrificing his own daughter? Was this the Elven Gods' promise of a flourishing era for the Elves?
"I should have known that I would become cannon fodder if I took the lead in the Holy War."
At this moment, he couldn't help but think of that person's evaluation of him.
"You're always concerned about the gains and losses of everything. You're calculating too much, but you're actually only calculating small benefits. You've never seen the big picture. If you keep calculating gains and losses like this, sooner or later, you'll end up counting yourself in as well. "
"I wasn't wrong! I definitely wasn't wrong! "
But right now, the battle situation didn't allow for him to hesitate or blame himself. The allied armies of the other three countries were already complaining about this. Many of them hoped to disband the allied armies and take their own armies back to defend their own countries.
"Foolish. You're even more short-sighted than useless humans. Did you think that those dark-skinned bitches wouldn't go to other countries after taking down the Tassel Kingdom? Our Tassel Kingdom's territory isn't enough for them. They want the entire Northlands Elven Kingdom! "
On the way back, the pitiful state of the Tassel Kingdom caused the other Kingdom of the Elves's armies to become even more disgruntled. If they couldn't quickly reorganize the entire Elven Kingdom, they would have already lost this war without even fighting.
"Invite the two generals and Prince Kazar to a banquet. Tell them that I have something private to say … Have Arwen and the Moonblade elites get ready and listen to my orders."
Facing his shocked confidant, the king clenched his teeth and made a gesture of cutting his throat. He had already made up his mind. In order to protect his kingdom, he was willing to give up everything.
…
When winter arrived, no one expected that so many factions would be involved. The Elven Battlefield, the Red Maple Defense Line, and the Antoon Elemental Battlefield. These three main battlefields formed the most eye-catching opening battle of this Holy War.
The three battlefields affected each other and intertwined with each other. At this point, the loss of any one of these battlefields could possibly lead to an avalanche of defeat.
"The War of the Traitors" was a nickname given to it by the later generations. For the people involved in the current generation, the evaluation of the later generations was never important. This annoying situation where it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe was the most troublesome.
Betrayal between the two major factions and deceiving each other had become a daily occurrence. Today's enemies would become tomorrow's friends. Yesterday's comrades would become tomorrow's mortal enemies.
Even the venerated True Gods weren't spared from this. When the Holy War restarted, those existences with ambiguous identities would no longer be able to maintain their status of playing both sides under the hints or threats of various powerful existences. They would also have to use practical actions to choose a side.
From a certain standpoint, it was this crucial timing that made the letter from one of the Elders of the Order Faction, Aillé, even more convincing. It had the power to force Rose to choose a side again.
And now, as one of the biggest losers in the last Holy War, the Beastmen, who didn't have the protection of the Gods, were attempting to turn the tables in this war. Their previous surprise attack was indeed outstanding, but now, they met with a small problem.
"Have all our spies been pulled out? How is that possible? I remember that there were a total of 2376 groups. Seventy percent of them were mixed-blood humans whose appearances were indistinguishable. They didn't even know each other, so how could they have all been dug out? Many of the seeds have been buried for one or two hundred years and three generations. We shouldn't have been able to activate them all this time, so how could they have been dug out? "
The current Beastman Sovereign Émont Blood Axe, who had the advantage of attacking the city, had a huge headache. From the start of the war until now, the Beastmen's incomplete intelligence system had always been a major problem for the Beastmen.
The most important thing in a war was intelligence. Thanks to the Sleuweir Kingdom's "peaceful trade" policy, the Beastmen had more than a hundred years of interaction with each other. This was more than enough for the ambitious Beastmen tribes to infiltrate this kingdom like a sieve.
But after the war truly began, not a single one of those "seeds" that had been lying in ambush had sprouted.
The Turtle Tribe Beastman who was currently reporting the situation was sweating profusely. As the head of the intelligence system, he was also the tribe leader of a tribe. But in front of this group of furious tribe leaders, he felt as if his life was being threatened.
It was no wonder that the tribe leaders were so angry. Soldiers were trained for a thousand days to be used in a single battle. Originally, spies were the most active during a war. Now should have been the time for him to show off his abilities, but from the start of the war until now, he had basically handed in a blank paper.
"There should have been thirteen groups in Red Maple City, but … they've all been dug out. The ones hanging on the eastern city gate are the ones that we've dug up. Also, I … "
"You told us that the female general guarding the western gate was just a vase. We gathered our forces to attack the western gate, but we ended up suffering heavy losses. The aerial cavalry that we lost was the accumulation of our forces over the years, and you're telling me that you don't know about those magic swordsmen and war machines? You're telling me that you didn't see anything as large as the floating battleships? You're just a bunch of trash, what's the point of keeping you around! "
At this critical moment, the Beastman King once again heard the useless and erroneous intelligence of the intelligence system. He roared furiously and raised his battle axe. He intended to personally take action and chop off the heads of this bunch of trash.
"Wait a moment, how did those spies leak the information? Let's not talk about those who clearly have our tribe's characteristics, they're just a front, but how did those human spies and mixed-bloods that we've bribed get exposed? This doesn't make sense, could it be … "
Compared to the enraged Eagle King, Bearman Lund was much calmer. However, judging from the jade stone that he had accidentally crushed in his hand, he wasn't calm either. The loss of that giant beast The Beast was a loss that could never be made up for. He had already been heartbroken for several sleepless nights.
At this moment, when he said the last word "could it be", he looked around and his suspicious gaze stopped on the faces of the tribe leaders.
The meaning behind his words was actually quite obvious. For such a deeply buried intelligence system to be dug out, the only possibility was that there was a spy, and an extremely high-level spy at that.
"… No, it's not a spy."
Even though the battle axe was already at his head and he was sweating profusely from fright, there were some things that the intelligence chief had to say.
"It has nothing to do with the spy. In fact, there was a problem with our own logistics that caused all the spies to be exposed."
"Hmm?"
What kind of problem could cause all the intelligence spies to be exposed? The tribe leaders in the room all had faces of disbelief.
"If we were to investigate this matter, we would have to start from about thirty years ago. Due to our simple and honest nature, it was extremely difficult for our tribesmen to make a living in the human world. They were suddenly sent to a foreign country, and those spies were not good at business. Many of the spies were cheated of all their belongings in a short three months and returned to the highlands in hunger and cold."
Everyone nodded their heads. It was a well-known fact that the beastmen were not good at business. Not to mention these illiterate spies, many "wise" witch doctors and shamans had experience of being cheated of all their belongings in human society.
For the beastmen who still maintained the ancient custom of bartering, the human world was too complicated. Even if they did not meet a swindler, most of them would quickly run out of money and could only helplessly return home.
"We never knew when the day of our counterattack would be. If we kept sending out new spies, the investment in intelligence was practically a bottomless pit. My tribesmen were not rich and could not afford it at all. In the end, by chance, we obtained a legendary treasure."
"Treasure?"
"Yes, it was an accidental witch doctor experiment. The witch doctor of our tribe accidentally mixed up the herbs used for divination with the spices used for cooking. In the end, under a series of coincidences, we created the world-famous treasure — Orion Grilled Troll Meat!"
Hearing this, the tribe leaders all swallowed their saliva. They had also tasted this delicious red grilled meat, and it was indeed memorable.
"As all of you know, then we used this as a foundation to open a series of delicious grilled meat and meat burgers. Orion Grilled Grilled Grilled Meat became world-famous. Hmph, that damned human actually stole our recipe and opened a McFlurry Burger Shop to fight with us everywhere. How shameless! "
"What does this have to do with our spies being dug out?" Almont was also a little surprised. Wasn't this talking about the intelligence system? How did it involve the war of fast food restaurants?
"You also know that our spies were not good at business, and Orion Grill was one of the few businesses that would definitely make a profit. In the end … in the end, all the spies opened Orion Grill! Then, after one was dug out, all of them were dug out! "
Alright, in fact, because Orion Grill was so profitable, some Orcs even took the initiative to be spies and open a shop to enjoy life in the human world.
"F * ck! Aren't they courting death! "
"How could they be so stupid! Who gave the order! That idiot did such a stupid thing. I'm going to hang him on the flagpole! "
The Orc King Almont's angry roar reverberated in the tent. His sharp voice made the guards outside shiver in fear.
Seeing that Almont was so angry, the supervisor sweated even more.
"It's you …"
The reply was not loud, but everyone present was not an ordinary person. The tribe leaders were stunned at first, then there was a strange silence. Only the careless Almont continued to ask.
"What?"
"It's you. My Black Rock tribe is a subordinate tribe of your Blood Axe tribe, and the intelligence and detective work has always been handled by the Eagle tribe who are good at flying. You are also the leader of all the Eagle people, and I have always been your loyal subordinate. When you just inherited the throne, you said, 'Who knows when those useless spies will come in handy? Anyway, it won't be in my generation, so why not seize the opportunity to earn more money and let all the tribesmen do the most profitable business! We want Orion Grill to be spread all over the world! We want to be the king of the world! '"
Almont tried hard to recall. It seemed that thirty or forty years ago, when he just inherited the throne, he indeed said something similar. It was even recorded in the tribe's Bible as the wisest speech.
As the chief of the Blood Axe tribe, what he was most proud of was not his fighting skills or strategies, but his ability to lead his tribesmen to become rich. It was because of the prosperity of the Blood Axe tribe that he was chosen as the agent to cooperate with the Earth Elemental God.
"Actually, I can't blame you. It's just that humans are too cunning. You see, we just found out that those wheat hamburgers were actually spies sent by San Antonio. Our tribesmen who were caught were all reported by those clowns wearing red wigs! "
Speaking of the pain, the tortoise man started to cry.
"That's right, those mascots who sing 'Blue Blue Road'! They even hit us with cooking ingredients and threw disgusting red wigs at us. It's too despicable to add rocks to the hamburgers. Our brothers are so pitiful. Our mascots, the white-bearded old Beastman, couldn't even defeat them with a troll bone cane. The scene was simply too horrible to look at. "
"The white-bearded old Beastman? Mascots? Aren't they courting death? "
A certain chief finally pointed out another obvious loophole. This time, it was a certain Bearmen chief's turn to sweat profusely. He also remembered the foolish thing he did when he first inherited the throne twenty years ago.
The head of intelligence glanced at him. Since he would die if he didn't say it out loud, he might even live if he said it out loud. Thus, he gritted his teeth and said it out loud.
"That was an additional request from a certain lord to commemorate his deceased grandfather … The white beard symbolizes wisdom, the cane is an unyielding spirit, and the white shirt and skirt symbolizes the pace of the Shaman civilization. He said that he wanted humans to understand the beauty of the Beastmen's rough culture!"
Alright. As he said this, the head of intelligence kept staring at a certain Bearmen. His meaning was obvious. Now, no one could blame anyone else.
"Cough, I suggest that we discuss this again. Actually, we can still fight without any intelligence. "Bearmen chief Lund said while pretending to be calm.
"Yes, I agree. We Beastmen are the strongest in the world. There's no need for us to learn from the weak humans and become spies. "The Beastman Emperor Almon heaved a sigh of relief.
With the two strongest Beastmen echoing each other, what else could the other chiefs say? All they could do was nod.
"Inform all Beastmen that from today onwards, Wheat Hamburgers are the mortal enemies of us Beastmen! Orion Grill is our pride! From today onwards, you're no longer our head of intelligence. We're appointing you as our special advisor on the barbeque economy. You'll be in charge of the barbeque economy of the entire Beastman Alliance! "
Hearing this, the head of intelligence was overjoyed.
"That's great! This is my true duty! I'm the chairman of the Orion Barbeque Alliance's board of directors, as well as a top-level chef. There won't be any problems with me. This is much better than the annoying job of intelligence gathering. You really know how to choose the right people! "
Hearing this reply, other than Chief Amon who was still smiling proudly despite being flattered, the other Chieftains all had strange expressions on their faces.
"That's not right. Everything went wrong from the very beginning. You appointed the wrong person from the very beginning! You made a chef become the head of intelligence; it would be strange if there weren't any problems! Right now, we're at war. Is there a need to start a chain of barbeque restaurants? Did you make a mistake from the very beginning? It's fine if you used a spy as a chef, but don't use a chef as a spy! "
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