During the time when Ye Feng and the four of them were far away from the Shurima strife, the forces of Azir and Zelas had already divided the Shurima Desert into two plates, the north and the south.

It was midday, and the scorching sun was scorching the barren desert. In the heart of the Shurima Desert, in this barren area that extends from the ruins of the imperial city of the ancient Shurima Empire to the surrounding area, a mighty army battle is going on. The two armies are the forces under the command of Azir and Zeroth, the most powerful forces of Shurima at the moment.

Neither Azir nor Zelas were present in the campaign, and they were busy with other things in their own main cities. This collision is the first collision between the two forces, and it is used to test the depth of the two sides, and the real decisive battle is still to come.

The yellow sand was all over the sky, and the roars of the soldiers when they were fighting were also resounding in the sky.

or pain, or anger, or resentment, or fear......

All kinds of negative emotions are constantly venting from this large-scale war, and a large number of them do not want to join in this fight. But now that Shurima has fallen into the hands of Azir and Zeroth, one yearning for revenge and restoration, the other yearning for kingship, and more young men must be needed to join the army.

Spears, arrows, swords...... These cold weapons were scattered all over the battlefield, and some were even interspersed with the heads or bones of their respective enemies.

There were constantly soldiers who fell, and then were mercilessly run over by soldiers from both sides. Some of the soldiers were not completely dead, but they were also killed by the chaos of the battlefield.

The corpses were scattered across the battlefield, and the howling wind blew the noisy yellow sand to cover the blood-stained corpses even more.

The blood shed by the soldiers gathered together, and even under the scorching sun, it could not dry up for a while, and turned into a shocking river of blood.

The heavy and pungent smell of blood permeated the air, mixed with the murderous aura of the wind and the resentment of war, disturbing the souls of the newly deceased.

The resentment in the sky made the place more and more strange, and the fierce faces of the soldiers revealed bloodlust and hatred, which was not much more than the demon's resentful expression.

"No wonder there is a saying in the human world, the most terrifying thing is often not ghosts, but the human ......"

A woman wearing a dark purple crown was wearing a loose purple brocade robe, walking barefoot on this battlefield filled with the aura of slaughter.

She muttered a proverb to herself in the human world, and walked through the corpse-strewn battlefield with a blank face.

For some reason, the woman's body seemed to be a soul body, and she passed directly through those fighting soldiers without any influence.

With a faint sigh, the woman bent down and stroked the blood-stained sand a few times, as if recalling something from the past.

"It's a disturbing dream!"

There was a trace of dark purple light full of magic in her eyes, and the woman who had a little ethereal temperament before showed a domineering demonic aura that made people palpitate. But for some reason, the kind of demonic aura emanating from her body did not have the slightest evil aura.

Sighing again, reining in the black demonic qi on her body due to anger, the woman regained the ethereal temperament she had just now.

Standing up, she turned around in place, looked at the soldiers who were still fighting, and felt the murderous thoughts and resentment bursting from their bodies, and the woman shook her head helplessly.

"I just want to get a good night's sleep......"

Slightly sleepy, she rubbed her eyes, yawned and said something inexplicable, and the woman stretched lazily again.

After adjusting her state slightly, the woman's expression gradually turned cold. Her eyes froze, and a lightning-fast dark purple streamer flashed through her eyes, followed by a coercion that could suffocate mortals throughout the battlefield.

The soldiers on both sides of the battlefield looked at each other in horror and stopped. After searching for a long time, they found the mysterious woman.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly in a strange arc, and she slowly raised her slender right hand as she took in the frightened eyes of the soldiers.

Traces of dark essence demonic energy continued to leak out from her body, turning into a black mist that instantly blocked the sky of this battlefield.

Reciting an obscure ancient incantation, the woman's curved right hand shook violently, followed by a terrifying rumbling sound echoing nearby.

At the same time, the ground beneath the soldiers' feet began to shake violently, as if something terrible was about to break through the ground.

Under the terrified gaze of the soldiers, the ruins of the imperial city of the Gushurima Empire, their main battlefield, completely collapsed, and were buried by the flying yellow sand pouring into the sky.

The phantom of a glorious ancient city gradually stabilized from the distorted chaos of the scene, exuding a monstrous aura of lost magic. The woman also took advantage of the situation to restrain her leaked magic, not competing with the magic emitted by the phantom of the ancient city.

Among the soldiers, there were also many desert wizards, and as soon as they felt the vast magic emanating from the shadows of the ancient city, they fell into madness.

Because these desert wizards found that the sequelae of their magic practice were temporarily alleviated, even if their magic power was exhausted, they would not be worse off than dead because of the addiction.

As a branch of mages, they are also well-versed in ancient texts about magic. If you want to truly quit the addiction of practicing magic, you can only do it with the magic of Acacia, which was lost 10,000 years ago.

The lost source of Acacia's magic is the dream of almost all mages.

According to the lost Acacia described in various ancient texts, it is very likely that the main city of this human kingdom 10,000 years ago was in Shurima.

The more they thought about it, the crazier they became, and they were almost certain that this ancient city phantom belonged to the imperial city of the Acacia Realm!

10,000 years ago, the flourishing civilization of mankind spread almost all over the continent, and Acacia was still worshiped and revered by all races of Valoran.

It was a time of great aspiration......

However, while the soldiers were in a state of stupor and madness, the battlefield continued to change.

In the blink of an eye, the phantom of the ancient city turned into a huge magic circle, blooming into a pillar of light that reached into the sky, and emitted even more terrifying power to the surroundings.

A protective circle covering the entire Shurima Desert was activated, raising an invisible shield around the border between Shurima and the surrounding area, but there was no resistance to prevent outsiders from entering.

The giant pillar of light of the main magic circle was the size of a city, constantly releasing the vast magic power that poked out from the ground into the sky.

At this moment, deep in the ground beneath the soldiers' feet, a glorious imperial city worked with amazing magic with the magic circle that surrounded the entire city. Starlight fragments of magic were scattered in all corners of the city, like fragments of someone's memory.

Azir and Zelas, who were in their respective cities, felt the boundless energy coming from the heart of Shurima, and they both stopped what they were doing and went outside the palace to find out.

In a desert city in Zelas's sphere of influence, Elise, who had not made a big move for a long time, also felt the vast energy of the ancient city's recovery.

She looked up at the pillar of light in the center of the Shurima Desert, and her long narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and she fell into deep thought.

Far above the sea, Soraka of Ionia was drinking tea on the Refik, and when the lost imperial city was revived, she felt the delicate teacup in her hand fall to the ground without warning.

Oriana was telling Soraka about Anivia when she saw Soraka's teacup suddenly drop, and she couldn't help but worry, "Lord Soraka, are you okay?"

Pulled back to her senses by Oriana's words, Soraka smiled and shook her head to indicate that she was okay, but then she got up and said, "Oriana, take me to the control room quickly, connect to the magic guide satellite and drop the picture of the heart of the Shurima Desert!"

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(End of chapter)