More than three years had passed.
It was almost the fifth year of the version update.
The nine continents continued to move at a speed that normal people couldn't detect.
Other than the extreme north of the Legendary continent, there weren't many changes. Perhaps some small dukedoms annexed each other, or some races and tribes were destroyed, but these were trivial matters that weren't worth mentioning.
There were changes everywhere.
Only the border conflicts between the Red Fire Kingdom and the Desert Kingdom were getting more and more intense, and a war was about to break out.
There was also the second, larger scale Darkness invasion.
However.
Today was the day.
All the powerful people in the Legendary continent were looking at the extreme north.
Because the main attack against the Orc Empire was now.
A year ago, the two races took down the Black Great Wall of the Orc Empire at the cost of more than two million soldiers' lives in four years. They also killed 15 million Orcs!
If not for the fact that both races had the habit of retrieving corpses, the extreme north would have been covered by countless frozen corpses.
Even so, the corpses and bones could be seen everywhere.
If ordinary people stepped into the war near the Black Great Wall, they would feel chills and endless murderous intents. There was an 80% chance that they would die of brain damage.
Even a Professional who wasn't very strong-willed could see the illusions of soldiers from both sides fighting on the battlefield alone.
In short, those who weren't strong enough could only form teams or follow the army to resist the lingering murderous intents.
However, they were taken down from the Black Great Wall.
It was no longer a battlefield.
Since then, the two sides had moved to the territory of the Orc Empire, and they fell into a year-long guerrilla war.
Almost no war had a scale of more than two armies.
Most of the wars were fought by dozens or hundreds of people.
After all, the territory of the Orc Empire wasn't small. Other than the steel cities built on the icebergs, there were countless small tribes scattered around the Great Wall.
These were the abandoned pawns that Gurte had given up, and they were also the training grounds for the young human and elf warriors.
However, everything would come to an end today.
At this moment.
The two races had deployed three million soldiers to the north of the endless Black Great Wall.
Raising his head, he looked like a primordial dragon that was crawling on the ground, ready to burst forth with boundless might at any moment.
This was a steel army.
The lowest level was an Advanced, and there were 800 Epic professionals.
This was the final battle, the battle that would decide everything.
William was also among the two million people.
However, he was standing on the city wall and was on the same level as many Legendary big shots.
The achievements of the Dawn Army under his command were enough for him to stand here.
Not to mention that in the eyes of many people.
He was already 26 years old and had already shown the potential to become a Legend or even a Saint, so it was not a big deal for him to stand here in advance.
There were two Saints in the center.
The former was the Snow Elf King, Bernice, who was also known as the Ice Queen.
The latter was Andre of Fury, the founder of the Ice Frost Empire, known as the Berserker.
However, this war was led by the elves, so Bernice, the Snow Elf Queen, would be the supreme commander of this war.
In fact, don't underestimate the title Supreme Commander.
However, this also represented battle achievements and experience, as well as the great Luck of the race that players could not come into contact with.
Originally, when the Frost Empire sent out Andre, the founder of the Berserkers, he thought that this guy would be shameless enough to snatch the title of commander.
After all, he was a berserker.
Quick to anger.
Liked to fight.
However, as William had said, even the most arrogant man would be embarrassed to fight against a female expert of the same level. If it was a battle of words, he would not be a match for her.
Andre dared to snatch the title of commander of this war.
Bernice did not care about the Queen's reputation. She scolded him for seven days and seven nights without taking a sip of water.
It was obvious that the Orcs would lose. Why did they send out two sages?
Of course, it was because the Humans and Elves could not tolerate any accidents in this war. They did not want to see Gulte plotting against them before he left and causing losses to their soldiers. This was the key reason why they came here.
Otherwise, it would be enough for the Legendary experts to preside over the final war.
Because the enemies …
There were no Legendary experts.
There were no Epic experts …
There were only a few people who were not favored by Gulte.
This war.
There was no crushing defeat.
It was just an unequal massacre.
The Humans and Elves had all kinds of people from the Sages to the Advanced.
The strongest Orcs had some Grandmasters, and there were not many Grandmaster professionals.
Perhaps there were some Epic professionals who did not want to leave this land, but there were less than ten of them.
Even if there were ten million Orcs left in the Orc Empire, they were nothing in front of the three million Orcs.
Bernice glanced at the countless warriors below and calmly waved her hand.
Swoosh.
A figure that was thousands of meters tall appeared in the sky.
Bernice.
This figure was formed by countless ice and frost. It was as if it had a physical body.
When the two million Elves and Humans saw her, they patted their chests in unison and said in unison, "Greetings, Ice Queen!"
The roar was like a shockwave that rushed in all directions. It was deafening. It was like the descent of a God.
Bernice's figure that was thousands of meters tall had a vivid smile on it.
In the next moment.
The figure that was thousands of meters tall suddenly landed on the ground, leaving two huge footprints in the snow. Along with the earthquake, she pointed to the north and coldly said, "Destroy the country!"
"Destroy the country!"
"Destroy the country!"
"Destroy the country!" The millions of soldiers roared in unison. The dark clouds in the sky understood the killing intent and retreated like a receding tide.
The howling cold wind sensed the boundless battle intent and instantly dissipated like a puff of smoke.
The killing intent soared into the sky.
The fighting intent shocked the Gods.
Then.
This million army was like a torrent of steel. With furious roars, they surged into the northernmost Orc Empire.
Bernice's body that was thousands of meters tall turned into ice and snow and floated towards the north along with the countless warriors.
It was a war between races with countless blood feuds.
There was no such thing as mercy.
William looked at this scene calmly. His heart did not waver. He did not need to attack. Over the past three years, he had fought in wars again and again.
Eight Epic Beastmen and Demons had died at his hands.
But from then on, there were no more Epic professions who came to die.
Now, the remaining defeated soldiers did not need him to attack.
The purpose of this war was to reduce the ten million Orcs to a few million. So that they would not be able to harm the two races, and they could be used.
After all … under the premise that food and shelter were provided, it was enough to settle some blood feuds!
Of course, the other purpose was to expel Gourte. He wanted him to not have any illusions about this land. He wanted him to bring the alternate dimension that belonged to the Orc Paradise away from the extreme north. Or rather, to leave the Legendary continent.
As for where he would go?
This had nothing to do with them.
After all, there were many large islands in the Endless Sea. He could find an island and continue to live there.
This war was not fair from the start.
The difference in the number of sages between both sides was too great.
Even if there were only Elves, the Orc Empire would still lose. At most, they could hold on for a little longer, and Gourte could be tougher.
But with the participation of the Humans from the Frost Empire, the balance was tilted too much.
This was not like an empire with 10 sages attacking an empire with 5 sages. The latter had 5 sages to share the burden.
Gourte could not do anything alone.
But when the Orcs betrayed the Gods' continent, they should have thought of this.
They did not forgive the traitor.
Only by being continuously squeezed by other races, squeezed and squeezed until this race was finally sent to the zoo to be watched as monkeys!
Gourte did not want the Orcs of the Legendary continent to waste his years of hard work. He had no choice but to compromise, cede land and pay reparations, swallow his anger, and even leave his homeland.
As for what happened next?
William would not be able to enjoy a share of the luck.
The most he could do was to share the resources and land.
Although the things that the Orc Empire could take, even the rare mineral veins, would be uprooted by the Orcs.
But the extreme north was too big.
The Orc Empire was too big.
Even if this land was a little barren, magic had recovered!
Under the stimulation of 100 times the magic, many mineral veins were still being produced. There were more things that they could not move away, and there were too many resources and mineral veins that they had not discovered.
In particular, the most important wealth in the extreme north was not the land that had been explored countless times by the Orc Empire.
It was the 10,000 miles of ice field in the extreme north. The shoals of fish, sea beasts, and mineral veins in the icy seawater were inexhaustible.
After all, there was no greenhouse climate in this world.
On the ice field, it was very easy to build houses and cities on the ice that was as hard as steel.
As long as one could get used to fishing, after the professionals cut open the ice cave, the ordinary people who were used to the extreme cold could still survive. Moreover, with the recovery of magic, everyone had the capital to become professionals.
In addition, the professional's strength allowed them to hold their breath for a longer period of time while diving. It was just colder and more battle energy was consumed.
But the Elves and the Humans were eager for the ice field that they could not reach. This meant that they had more tricks up their sleeves. They might even have advanced technology like submarines.
Especially with the ice field, it was equivalent to having a floating steel ship that could dive at any time and anywhere.
After all, mages were also scientists of the major races.
If this group of people who studied the truth did not spend most of their energy on training and magic runes, they might be able to become strong and rich through science and technology.
"William."
William turned his head and looked at the pretty Annie. He smiled as he walked over and stroked her little head. "What's the matter?"
"You'll be an adult in four years …" Annie pulled his hand down and looked up at him.
"Is that so?" William was enlightened. He leaned against the city wall and could not help but mutter, "It's been ten years. I was only 16 years old then."
"You'll be an adult at 30 years old, but I'll be 40 years old." Annie hugged his arm uneasily and could not help but shake it.
William pursed his lips. They were soft and perky. Ten years had passed, and this little girl had grown.
She had a B +.
Eh?
No, she had probably reached B +. It was rare.
Then he said, "What's there to be afraid of? You don't have to start a family when you're an adult."
"But I'm worried!" Annie sighed in frustration. She seemed to have thought of something and suddenly looked at him angrily. "I feel that there's something fishy going on between you and Moses."
"…" The corners of William's mouth twitched. She had a cat, but he did not know if there was something fishy going on.
Anyway.
He was familiar with the word fishy!
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