For the goblins, war is simply a breeding ground for their race to grow strong and multiply, and the more land they occupy, the more resources they get, and the more humans they capture, the more they can grow at an expansive rate.

In the end, the Southern Terrans figured out that although this dwarf and ugly race was also lactating viviparous, its gestation cycle was only one-third of that of humans, and the growth stage of each goblin from infant to warrior was only one year.

With such a reproductive ability, I'm afraid that even the gods will have a headache, right?

What's even more cruel is that people have finally figured out the whereabouts of the captured soldiers and civilians in the occupied areas -

Becoming a slave is the best end.

Only those young men who are physically strong have such treatment.

What happened to women was the most miserable.

Goblins are originally a race known for their obscenity and evil, and there are no racial boundaries at all, and their aesthetic views are similar to those of the human race, so basically no human women have fallen into the hands of goblins, regardless of age or age, the end is extremely miserable.

Once the laborers are tired, weak, sick, or the women are tortured and inhuman, they will be eaten alive as food.

A large number of human captives, a good solution to the problem of the rapidly expanding number of goblins.

This kind of inhumane behavior immediately aroused the public anger of the Terran race, and the hatred between the human race and the goblin empire reached the point of irreconcilability and incompatibility.

As the former overlord of the Azeroth continent, the human race finally tasted the pain of being slaughtered and enslaved by foreign races after a thousand years, and the strong external pressure made the human warriors who were angry in the past finally abandon their old grudges and fight side by side for the continuation and survival of the race.

Time passes.

The tide of the war is getting more and more unfavorable.

The resistance force formed by the two major Terran alliances in the Southern Regions was forced to retreat again and again, losing a large amount of land in a short period of time, and more than five million Terran troops were forced to gather in the imperial capital of Dortmund Iduna and Bayern Munich's imperial capital Allianz, making the last resistance.

It is said that Maradona, the martial saint of the mainland, successively sent a number of disciples to the southern region to help the human race fight, but the effect was not good.

The Terrans of the Southern Regions are in danger.

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After completely conquering the Northern Regions Continent, Sun Fei successively promulgated a series of policies to consolidate and promote the reform of the Northern Regions Continental Army and politics.

The Madman Lab played a huge role in this process, developing a magical communication tool that can be called an anti-heaven magic communication tool, which can dial up calls from a distance of thousands of miles, this tool is so simple that even a beginner magic apprentice can master and use it.

To a certain extent, the existence of this communication tool, which Sun Fei named [Magic Mobile Phone], has greatly strengthened the connection between the ten major military regions in the Northern Regions.

Any wind and grass can be transmitted to the [Sky City] and even the major military regions as soon as possible.

And the Chambord City Arsenal almost put down other work, and organized a large number of manpower and material resources to produce simple ultra-long-distance teleportation magic arrays day and night, and a large number of magic arrays were continuously transported to major military regions.

Nowadays, this kind of detachable ultra-long-distance teleportation magic array is no longer considered the core magic technology of Chambord City, and it can be passed on.

In order to be able to mobilize troops extremely flexibly and conveniently after the outbreak of war, Sun Fei took precautions and began to arrange in advance.

In Sun Fei's plan, if he could give the Northern Regions another year of relative peace, he would be able to turn this vast land into an iron bucket, but unfortunately, in the troubled times, the Northern Regions didn't seem to have so much time.

Sun Fei had just completed the preliminary transformation and layout of the Northern Regions when he received a message from the sworn brother from the Central Continent asking for help.

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Mid-region border, Gulf of Naples.

It is a relatively gentle, fertile coastal grassland, with picturesque scenery, located at the northern end of the Central Continent, and for thousands of years, it has been regarded as a tourist attraction, attracting countless merchants, aristocrats and troubadours to enjoy the scenery.

However, now that the war has broken out, the Central Continent has almost been pierced by heaven and earth, and the beauty of this place is no longer there.

The sky was shrouded in faint red clouds, and the dead and broken bodies could be seen from time to time on the blue sea, and the sea water was filled with a fishy smell, and the dead fish and shrimp were swollen by the seawater, and they were all white.

In the grassland, less than ten kilometers from the coastline, a long procession is hobbling and vigilantly walking among the sea of grass.

This team, about 400,000 people, stretched all the way to the distant horizon, basically all covered with scars and tired, supporting each other, advancing as fast as possible.

The first impression was that these people were deserters who had fled from the battlefield.

However, judging from the undisguised fiery fighting intent, fierce demeanor and unyielding glint in their eyes, they did not look like deserters.

From time to time, streamers of light flew back and forth in the sky.

It was the light flame generated by the flight of the moon-level powerhouse, and the powerhouse monitored the movement within hundreds of kilometers around it, escorting this team.

"Brothers, work hard, when we cross the Strait of Naples, we will reach the Northern Continent, His Majesty Alexander, the Emperor of the Northern Regions, has sent a large army, Chen Bing borders, waiting to meet us, and then we will be safe. ”

In the sky, there are strong people shouting to boost morale.

The four words [Emperor of the Northern Regions] have become the last glimmer of hope to support this team that has reached the end of the strong crossbow.

They all come from the red-black and blue-black empires, and are the elite of the two empires that survived the brutal war.

Not long ago, the dragons and the two empires were defeated and destroyed, they refused to surrender to the Holy See, and under the siege and suppression of the Holy See army and the Juventus army, the millions of troops were almost completely wiped out, and only less than 500,000 men and horses were preserved.

The Middle Continent has been completely occupied by the Holy See and the Juventus Empire, and the heavens and the earth are so big that there is no place for them anymore.

The hatred of losing the country and the hatred of losing the family made this group of elites of a hundred battles hateful, but they were powerless.

Fortunately, at this time, the only remaining general-level powerhouses of the two empires, Shaarawy, Milito and others, stepped forward, and after some discussion, they resolutely decided to lead this homeless army, rummaged through the vast continent, and went to the Northern Regions to seek refuge in the [Northern Emperor] Alexander.

The deeds and legends about the [Emperor of the Northern Regions] Alexander have long been spread in the Central Continent, and the soldiers have also heard of it.

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The first update.