The Second Realm, the city of Maximo.

The vast ocean ripples in the sun, and old, strange-looking sailing ships roam in the blue sky.

This is the third month after humanity started the war of kingdoms. The aftermath of the war of kingdoms has gradually faded, but the topic of the new 'aristocracy' of humanity has only just begun.

In the second world, it has been a long time since there has been a new nobleman......

Most of the races here are victors left over from the Great Chaos period. They plundered a lot of resources and technology in the chaos, so that they could enjoy the dividends of war with peace of mind. But with the passage of time, the blood of the past has gradually cooled, and they are gradually lost in the life of 'drunken gold'.

The second world is the least stressful place. Because it has five lower worlds to make offerings to. Every civilization here is a god high up in the lower worlds. There will be no worries about resources, and every newborn larvae can be cared for and nurtured in the best way. When they grow up, there will be more enjoyment waiting for them, drunk and dreaming, seeking excitement. Until they have gone through their lives.

It's a pity that their bonus period is coming to an end......

With the addition of humans and more alien races, the Second Realm has gradually faded from its peaceful color. The rumors of the Great Destruction and the thirst for a new race have made the Second Realm more and more dangerous, as if there are volcanoes lurking under the void. Many old aristocrats have already taken countermeasures. They are hostile to new races, rejecting and restricting their development in order to maintain their superiority.

Don't underestimate the strength of the old nobles, these old monsters who have survived for I don't know how many years, even if they have been drunk and dead for many years, the ancient heritage still makes them extremely powerful. At least for the new race.

The absence of new nobles for almost a thousand years is enough to illustrate their superiority.

But all of this was torn apart some time ago.

Humanity's success is like a bomb that detonates the entire Second Realm. The old aristocrats are shocked by their potential and sacrifice, while the new race is in ecstasy. Because humanity has proved to them with their actions that the pattern of the Second World can be changed. They all think that if humans can, why can't they?

It's like a group of travelers groping in the darkness and suddenly seeing a torch illuminating the front.

The impact is unimaginable......

In just three months, it was just a time to lick the wounds for human beings, but for the entire Second World Realm, it had already stirred up waves.

One by one, new races have stepped out of Vankeselt and participated in missions and explorations with a spirit that is a hundred times greater than usual, and they are trying to integrate into the Second World and adapt to the Second World World World. Until a goal is decided. The process is exactly the same as what humans do, they're learning. And try to make it happen.

These actions undoubtedly caused unease among the old nobles, and the atmosphere in the Second Realm became even more tense. Twelve old civilizations have already announced the closure of Void City, refusing to honor the public access agreement. They reduce the number of missions, strictly approve them, and at the same time grant eviction or protection to mission objectives that are within their own borders.

Simply put, they don't want any new members of the race to enter their territory. This creates a protective wall.

But will such a 'wall' really be useful against the aggressive momentum of the new race?

The water was rippling, crashing against the reef and making a crackling sound.

An elegant 'octopus' surfaced and rolled up a certain wine glass on the reef with a tentacle. There was already a burly strong man drinking there on the reef. He's all over the place. Holding a bottle in one hand and a cigar in the other. Unspeakably uninhibited.

'Octopus' carefully dropped a few drops of wine juice into his mouthparts, and then let out a satisfied breath of wine. "That's nice...... This kind of fluttering feeling can't be provided by Fire Sea Blue. You humans are really a bunch of creatures that can enjoy. ”

"Then why don't you drink more?" The strong man smiled, and took half of the bottle in one gulp. Then he said, scribbling on a cigar.

"If you drink too much, you will vomit." Octopus answered honestly. "Alcohol is highly toxic to me. Although I am immune to it, I can't appreciate its benefits. So I can only drink less, a few drops are just right, and one sip is more. ”

"Hah...... You guys...... It's really boring. So what do you usually do underwater? ”

"Play with bugs. Climb a few tunnels and make a few bunkers. It's all very interesting. The octopus's face squirmed, revealing an expression that seemed to be a smile. Although these are boring in its mouth. But looking at its serious appearance, it makes people think it's really interesting.

The gap between races and civilizations is inherently different.

Strong men don't laugh at it either. It's just that Yang Tian snorted and drank the juice in the bottle in one gulp. He threw the bottle into the sea.

"It's not early, I'm going back. Remember what you promised me. ”

"Yes." The octopus replied solemnly. "But you know it's not easy. You humans have been making a lot of trouble lately. Conquering the kingdom means that you can open a passage and greatly increase your strength. This is a threat to the entire civilization of the Second Century. There are already quite a few civilizations that have offered to boycott you, and at this time let us form an alliance, have you considered our feelings? ”

"It's all about mutual benefit." The strong man grinned. "You see, you're used to being underwater anyway, and you don't like to move around. What's so bad about having us as an ally? We can provide you with thoughtful service and even protection by force. You're just giving you a name. This kind of trade is really cheap. ”

"That's what I said." The octopus doesn't seem to know how to joke, but it still thinks very seriously. "What's wrong, I always think there's something wrong?"

"You're thinking too much, maybe the pressure under the water is holding back your brain." The strong man waved his hand heroically. "Rest assured, humans never cheat their teammates. You don't have to give anything, even if you suffer, it's our business. ”

"Then it's settled." The octopus nodded. "As for the other races, I'll say hi to them, but I don't care if they want to."

"Of course." The strong man smiled, nodded to the octopus, and turned around and flew into the sky.

Looking at his burly back, several tentacles of the octopus stretched out of the water, holding its head to make an extremely humane thinking action. Eyes dripping and rolling. "Looking for allies and shifting pressure as soon as the war is completed, humans are indeed a terrible race. Their aggressiveness has been confirmed, but they seem to be more collaborative and compromising than Crodil did in the past. The danger is also higher. ”

"The great destruction is coming...... Am I going to promise them? ”

"This question is really a headache!!"

"Hiccup...... Why are you so dizzy...... Could it be that I drank too much wine just now......"

"Humans are so bad, and they use alcohol to anesthetize me, it's really annoying."

"But I still want to drink it......" (To be continued......)