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The first tornado rises

Chapter 1 Prologue

According to the annals of the Terran race, in order to free themselves from slavery, humans who believed in the goddess of illusion resolutely waged a holy war against the witches who believed in the goddess of darkness. The war spread across the continent and eventually evolved into a scuffle between the gods and goddesses, which later became known as the War of the Gods.

In the War of the Gods, countless races passed away with the wind, annihilated in the dust of history, and forgotten by the people. When the epic hero of the Terrans, Ogga, led the army of the Goddess of Illusion Alliance to surround the remnants of the Goddess of Darkness on the banks of the Tianluo River in the Falling Wind Grassland, it had been a full year since the Holy War began. Just as victory was on the horizon, something unexpected happened.

The alliance army did not see the sun the next day, and all the bones were buried on the banks of the Tianluo River, and the holy weapon of the human race, "Wrath of the Phantom God", along with the remnants of the witch and demon clan, did not know what happened. No one knew exactly what was going on, and over time, a rumor spread across the continent in the footsteps of the bard, sketching a vague story for the people......

It was a summer dusk, the remnant sun was like blood, and the evening breeze carried a strong bloody smell across the half-burned Falling Wind Grassland. On the banks of the Tianluo River, the alliance army surrounded on three sides, shattering the hope of the witch clan to escape. One hundred thousand ......, the army was silent, like a towering mountain, the air seemed to be frozen, and there was a dead silence on the grassland. All the warriors looked at the strong and majestic body---- their military spirit, Oga! His eyes were full of fanatical will to fight and incomparable admiration.

Oga is like a javelin, a flag, standing quietly at the forefront of the army, the red cloak dancing openly, blonde hair, red clothes, reflecting the incomparably cold-blooded and strong face. His eyes slowly swept over the desperate enemy, and his gaze rested on a tall figure that still stood unyieldingly, it was the Aga Shura, the well-deserved god of war of the witch clan--- His unrivalled strength, unyielding will of steel, his excellent command skills, and his killing prowess on a par with Oggar earned him the awe of all warriors on both sides.

Ogga's seemingly eternal face seemed to be moved by a slightly open mouth: "Surrender, you have no way back, as long as you give up your evil beliefs and throw yourself into the goddess of illusion of our faith, I am willing to be a brother with you!" The resolute gaze looked directly at Agha Shura, revealing incomparable sincerity.

Aga Shura showed a bitter smile and said faintly, "Why do you have to kill them all? Don't tell it's for the sake of the so-called faith! At the same time, he raised the "Great Black King Blade" in his hand, which was the strongest weapon of the Witch Demon Clan, and it was also the spiritual sustenance of the Witch Demon Clan. Seeing the commander's slowly raised blades, the witch clan who had originally fallen to the ground struggled to stand up, driving their mounts, forming a huge cone formation.

Oga frowned, but did not give the order to stop the other party's move, he knew that this once invincible iron army--- the Dark Demon Iron Rider would complete the last charge. He raised the "Wrath of the Phantom God", and the blade of his sword erupted with a sun-like light, and a cone-shaped charge formation of the same size formed behind him.

Aga Shura smiled brightly, and the "Great Black King Blade" in his hand turned into a cloud of pitch black that seemed to be able to devour everything, and the huge killing aura reached its peak in an instant at this time.

The sun had sunk completely below the horizon, and the sky was full of stars, and the mounts on both sides were restlessly moving their hooves and letting out a low roar.

Suddenly, the sky lit up. Everyone looked up, their faces full of shock and horror.

In the sky, the stars fell like rain, like teardrops in the sky, pouring down on the entire Falling Wind Grassland, and the earth let out a huge roar until it resounded throughout the continent, but soon it fell silent again.

Part of the Falling Wind Meadow, along with the untouched land on the north bank of the Tianluo River, vanished, and the sea filled the vast ravine, which some speculated was the Dark Goddess who had blessed her people, and the Witch Clan was bound to make a comeback.

The Terrans had a numerical advantage in this remnant continent, so the humans renamed it the Illusory Continent and began the period of the Human Emperor, the Holy Emperor of the Calendar Era......

Chapter 2: The Gathering of Storms

In the year 995 of the Holy Emperor's calendar, the war broke out in the middle of the Phantom Continent, the Xilun Empire fought against the Yunlong Dynasty, it was a life of nine deaths, countless dead, the world was depressed, and the hidden mountains were born one hundred and eighty miles away from the battlefield.

---- "History of the New World"

"Woo~Woo~" The desolate sound of the horn spread throughout the battlefield, looking down from the sky, and the huge two shadows on the ground looked at each other in array. The battlefield was filled with smoke and fire, blood covered the entire land, and from time to time vultures wandered in the sky, landing and pecking at dead bodies. Collapsed walls, smoking and burning fences and tents, scattered and piled up on the charred earth, broken weapons, mutilated limbs, broken flags, and thick smoke and dark fires that burned everywhere, the stench and pungent smoke filled the entire battlefield.

Since the Xilun Empire launched a war to expand its territory in March, Yun Aoyue, the general of the Yunlong Dynasty, led the army to resist, from being caught off guard at the beginning to being invaded to a counteroffensive to regain lost territory, and now it has reached the junction of the two countries, the two sides are stuck here, and the Xilun Empire is in danger, and the war has lasted for four months.

The most central part of the Cloud Dragon Legion, inside the big tent. The generals sat on either side, and a tall figure stood with his hands behind his back in the upper seat, staring at the huge map in front of him. The scarlet cloak is printed with a waning moon, and this unique cloak has revealed the identity of the owner---- the general of the world of soldiers and horses in the Yunlong Dynasty, Yun Aoyue!

"It's been four months, more than half of my 300,000 troops have been damaged, the Xilun Empire has failed in this battle, we are waiting to recover the lost land for justice, and now it is stalemate, not my Yun Aoyue is warlike, but Xilun is too deceitful, taking advantage of my large-scale invasion towards the emptiness of the north, the people are devastated, the soldiers are killed and wounded by tens of thousands, and the scorched earth is thousands of miles, the people are not happy, such a family hatred does not revenge, and swear not to be a man!" In the end, the scarlet cloak was violently lifted, and Yun Aoyue turned around sharply, and thrust the sword in his hand into the table, straight through the bottom of the table. This Yun Shuai is now bloodshot all over his eyes, the blood on his armor has not yet been wiped away, and his fierce eyes seem to be able to devour people.

"Right Sima! Listen to orders! “

"In!"

"Give you an hour, gather the left and right roads, the vanguard army, a total of three ways to march. The disabled soldiers and dragon guards were left as the rear guard to protect the big tent of the Chinese army, and the generals of the various armies quickly returned to the headquarters for rectification! In the name of my Yun Aoyue, I have a military order: within seven days------ defeat Xilun and Ketianfeng Canyon! “

"No!"

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One hundred and eighty miles away from the east side of the Tianfeng Plain, it is the most extensive forest area on the mainland, and it is also a forbidden area for human beings to stop--- the vast ancient forest, no one knows what is in it, but what people can be sure of is that the vast ancient forest that existed thousands of years ago is an extremely dangerous area, and people can occasionally hunt and gather in the periphery, but no one has ever set foot in the depths, and none of the people who know to try to explore the truth can come back alive, and all people can understand is the "History of the Hundred Tribes" handed down thousands of years ago There is such a passage recorded in it: "All birds, flowers, grasses, insects, wood, beasts, stone water, are highly poisonous, the second or third tribe of the hundred tribes settled here, isolated from the world, has not set foot in the world for thousands of years, it has been known as wild horses, stone people......"

However, in the depths of this vast ancient forest that no one has set foot in since the time of the war between the gods and demons of the ancient race, there is now a very small human habitation, and no one knows what is hidden here and what the origin of these people is.

The dark forest is silent and gloomy, and in the deepest part of the forest, a towering giant tree stands quietly, and birds and insects chirp from time to time. But the humid and cold air, the branches and leaves that almost cover the sky overhead, and the environment where there is no ray of sunlight on the ground all silently reveal that this is not a paradise lost.

"Squeaky" feet