Fifteen days later.
It had been fifteen days since the battle between the three Stigmata Sorcerers and the Shadow World Lord and the Shadow World Guardian ended.
For seven consecutive days, Grimm and the thirteen Demon-Hunter Sorcerers used hundreds of Fallen Amonros as a barrier to protect the small space of the Void Fortress from being infiltrated by the Amonros. The continuous depletion of magic power and energy caused Grimm's eyes under the Mask of Truth to reveal a deep sense of fatigue.
At this time, Grimm was constantly absorbing the surrounding Force of Nature into his body to replenish his magic. An official sorcerer's instinct to use the Force of Nature was as easy as walking.
However, after using the Force of Nature for so long, it was inevitable that he would feel tired.
Grimm could not help but miss the days when he had the Demon-Hunter outfit to supply him with almost unlimited magic.
The Magic Stones embedded in the Demon-Hunter outfit were specially processed by the Holy Tower of Seven Rings before they could be converted into magic that could be absorbed directly by the sorcerers. The technical knowledge involved was the top secret of the Holy Tower.
It was because of this high value exclusive knowledge that the Holy Tower of the Sorcerer World was able to maintain the value of Sorcerer Essences and motivate the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers to carry out missions.
In the distant sky, groups of Amonros continued to gather from all directions of the Shadow World. Their attacks on the Void Fortress were endless. Not only did the sorcerers' massacre not reduce the number of Amonros, their numbers were gradually increasing!
At this time, the Amonros' attacks on the Void Fortress seemed to have weakened a little. Grimm blinked his dry eyes twice, trying to calm his breathing and store magic.
"Finally … they stopped. I thought these Amonros were trying to exhaust us to death."
Millie stood behind Grimm, her face slightly pale. At this time, the shadow pollution on her had been cleared and no longer affected her.
"Even the great Stigmata Sorcerers have to take turns to rest to maintain the stability of the Void Fortress, let alone us low-level sorcerers. However, the Void Fortress is still fine, but the Prism Fortress on the ground … "
"Sigh …"
Millie sighed. The Prism Fortress's rays on the ground were getting lesser and lesser.
However, the Void Fortress Battle Command seemed to have decided to defend the Void Fortress until the Shadow Cataclysm ended or the Cataclysm came. They would never give up on this Demon-Hunting Expedition.
As such, the only mission for the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers in the near future was to defend the last stronghold of the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers in this world, the Void Fortress.
All the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers were aware of this and were prepared for a long battle. In order to conserve magic power, many Demon-Hunter Sorcerers even removed their Sorcerer Barriers to reduce magic power consumption as much as possible. They used basic sorcery to deal with the enemy, or relied on Soul Slaves to deal with the enemy.
…
Half a month later.
In the Enigmatic Sanctuary, the Ancestral Amonro had shrunk to a meter in size. When it was transported back to Stormwind City by dozens of elite Enigmatic Amonros, all the Amonros in Stormwind City could not hold back their tears.
Just like humans, the Amonros also had lacrimal glands in their physiological structure. A small number of Amonros with higher intelligence could also feel sadness, confusion, and other emotions. It was not only the low-level Amonros that felt anger, mating, and gluttony.
The Ancestral Amonro held onto its last breath of life. The lower half of the Ancestral Amonro's body had completely disappeared. Its internal organs were gone, leaving only its forelimbs and head intact. Its life was hanging by a thread.
"Evil Magus! The great Amonro race will eradicate all of you! " An Enigmatic Amonro that was guarding the Ancestral Amonro let out a hysterical roar.
"Amonro! Amonro! Amonro … "
In Stormwind City, tens of thousands of elite ancient Enigmatic Amonros were roaring in anger.
Once these Amonros left the protection of the Principal Will of Stormwind City, they would be baptized by the Endless World's Balanced Law. Within a month to three months, they would rapidly age and die.
During the Shadow Cataclysm, one-third of the ancient elites in Stormwind City had chosen to sacrifice themselves for the Amonro race. They joined the battle of Shadow Purification and achieved great results, eliminating one sorcerer's gathering point after another.
However …
All their efforts, only one last step was left!
The evil sorcerers were too powerful. In this world, not only did the three evil Sorcerer Kings and countless of mysterious and cruel sorcerers descend upon this world, the blood-red sun that hung high in the sky released evil energy that even the Ancestral Amonros could not resist.
These evil sorcerers, relying on the bloody sun, persisted in preserving the last tainted land in this world, enticing the Fallen Amonros to fight back.
They were not willing to leave this world.
"Silence! Silence! My king has something to say! Silence! "
An Enigmatic Amonro noble that was guarding the remains of the Ancestral Amonro roared loudly.
The Ancestral Amonro slowly opened one of its bloody eyes. Just as it was about to say something, it let out a painful howl first. Its left forelimb scattered like sand, drifting in the air.
"My king!"
"My king!"
Amidst the cries of pain, sorrow, and excitement, the Ancestral Amonro stopped turning into sand. Its majestic soul ripple swept across the area, and all the sorrowful Amonros immediately quietened down.
"Silence, my children."
The Ancestral Amonro's soul voice was peaceful and calm, but it made all the Enigmatic Amonros feel that this was just the final radiance of the Ancestral Amonro.
The Ancestral Amonro opened its bloody eyes, silently looking around at the Amonros that were supposedly giving it grief.
"The Amonro World is now facing a major crisis. We, the Amonros, are now faced with a choice between survival and dignity."
All the Amonros held their breath, quietly listening to the Ancestral Amonro's soul voice.
"The Amonros have chosen to use all their strength in an attempt to expel the evil and powerful sorcerers. The consequence of failure is that Stormwind City will once again become the ancient Enigmatic Perishing City. Now, the Perishing Volcanoes sealed by the Enigmatic Hurricane will once again become the sacred realm of this world, and the Amonros will once again become the food of the Lava Giants."
After a pause, the Ancestral Amonro continued, "Or … surrender to the sorcerers, sacrifice the dignity of the Amonros, accept the rule of the sorcerers, and use the power of the sorcerers to eradicate the Perishing Volcanoes that we cannot enter, and completely annihilate the remnants of the ancient Lava Giants?"
The Ancestral Amonro quietly observed the reactions of the Amonros present.
"No! This is impossible! How could the noble and great Amonros compromise with the evil sorcerers? My King, the Amonros will never submit to them. The Amonros would rather … "
"My King, the noble and great Amonros are the absolute rulers of the beautiful Holy Amonro World. We will never compromise with any evil forces. In ancient times, the Amonros treated the Lava Giants the same way, and so did the evil sorcerers! "
"Compromise with the evil sorcerers who slaughtered our people and tempted some foolish Fallen Amonros to kill each other? Impossible! "
In Stormwind City, the ancient Amonros who followed the Ancestral Amonro roared in agitation.
The reason why they could follow the Ancestral Amonro and be stationed in Stormwind City in ancient times was because of their passion for the Amonro World. Now, they wanted to compromise with the 'evil forces'?
That was simply impossible.
That was because the 'cunning' Amonros were not qualified to be stationed in Stormwind City in ancient times. They could only fend for themselves outside of the Enigmatic Sanctuary. Those who stayed here were just hot-blooded, 'one-track' Amonros.
In ancient times, they did not compromise with the powerful Lava Giants. They did not choose to rule the world together. Instead, they fought to the end and succeeded.
Because of this, they became the legendary heroes of the Amonro World, and would be remembered by the Amonros for generations to come.
"Sigh …"
With a soft sigh, the Ancestral Amonro forced his bloody eyes open. He looked at the angry and hot-blooded Amonros under the throne. He felt gratified, but also regretful.
After a long time, the Ancestral Amonro shouted with his last breath, "Now, I no longer have the ability to communicate with the Principal Will to stop the Shadow Purification. Before the Shadow Purification in the World Will, the Shadow Calamity will automatically stop after the Shadow that does not belong to this world has been cleansed. Tell all the children of this world that the Amonros do not have much time left in this world. We must end the war before the Endless Enigmatic Seal runs out. If we fail, this world will return to the Pyrodust World of ancient times. "
After saying that, the Ancestral Amonro closed his eyes. His body turned into sand at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This was the result of the Ancestral Amonro no longer being able to resist the Hearkening Whisperer's Curse Sorcery.
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