Across this time line, when scholars hundreds of years later look back at this period of history, they invariably raise a question: Was Atlantis weak during this period?

Is it really weak? No, it's not weak!

Taking stock, during this period, there were nearly forty throne majesties in intelligent life, and although about half of them were gathered on the Viku continent, but in terms of the number of thrones alone, it would never be less than ordinary heteroplanes such as the Dark World. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Moreover, the impact of the decline of the Demon Tide is not simply Atlantis, but the entire Boundless Star Sea, in other planes, most of the throne-level powerhouses are old monsters who have achieved legends long ago, and have survived history by relying on their long vitality.

Perhaps thousands of years are too long for human beings, but such as the Demon Lord, the Devil Grand Duke, and the like can only be regarded as a part of life.

These old monsters have experienced the decline and recovery of their strength, although their strength is still strong, but for the entire plane, the power of the top layer seems to be a stagnant water, there is no flow, no fresh water source to join, after a long time, the pool water will only become dirty, rancid, precipitated, until finally turbid.

Professionals are different, as a power system with a low dependence on the elements, they may not be strong enough, they may be difficult to advance, or they may be difficult to grow at every step, but among the tens of millions of professionals, there are still some people who can reach the top after all.

If most of the Throne Majesty on the continent of Viku came from the legacy of the Augustan Dynasty, then most of these Throne Majesty on the Atlantic continent grew up in the Warcraft frenzy three hundred years ago, such as the first lord of the Holy Lance Empire, Curell Reims the Great, and the leader of the Orc Empire, His Majesty Guush Hell Roar.

and the president of the professional guild, known as the "Legend of Miracles" and "Dragon Slayer", the king of mercenaries, His Majesty Olheimdor.

You must know that when the level of power reaches the level of legend, every existence is an extremely heavy weight, which can affect the balance of the overall situation.

Moreover, I have to say that the Atlanta continent is not the master of intelligent life, Warcraft is the real protagonist, no one knows how much capital the four Warcraft races have deposited, and no one knows that there are many holy orders in the Warcraft races in the wild.

But there is no doubt that as a race that can suppress the rise of intelligent life, their overall strength is definitely far superior to that of intelligent life.

But with such a powerful guardian force, what is the current situation in the Atlanta continent?

The blood of the innocent has muddled the earth, stumps and broken arms have piled up into mountains, the souls of the dead have wailed in the sky, demons have roared, the devil has laughed, and death has never stopped like weeds growing in the wild.

All of this seems to herald the imminent destruction of the Atlanta continent, and countless invaders are becoming more and more powerful and prosperous in the frenzied plunder.

Why?

Why is the guardian so powerless?

Why is Atlanta being slaughtered?

Why can't the high thrones come up with an effective counterattack?

Just because the enemy is too strong to resist?

No, not exactly, later scholars have given the answer - Atlantis has almost irresolvable internal contradictions.

The contradiction between the Viku continent and the Atlanta continent, the contradiction between intelligent life and the Warcraft race, the contradiction between wizards and gods, the contradiction between spellcasters and wizards, the contradiction between the Temple of Freedom and the Temple of Blood, and the contradictions within the four Warcraft races.

Even more detailed, the contradiction between dwarves and elves, the contradiction between races within the orcs, the contradiction between land life and the sea tribe, the faction conflict between the gods, and so on.

There are too many, and there are so many contradictions and conflicts left over from history, so many that they are clear, so many that they cannot be reconciled, and so many that there is no trust between them.

Compared with these contradictions, there is no strong king to unify everything, there is no basis for mutual cooperation, it is equivalent to every throne, each force is fighting alone, under the resistance and too scattered forces, the natural strength is weak, and the retreat is one after another.

It's not that people of insight see this miserable world, and it's not that there are no visionaries who propose change, but after all, they are soft-spoken, and in terms of the empire, the continent, and the entire plane, there is hardly much influence and nothing can be changed.

But all this, until the 'Scorched Land Hell Counterattack' set off by the Viku Continent, has finally become different.

Strictly speaking, this war should not be regarded simply as a counterattack under the pressure to the limit, it is also a reform, a kind of awakening, it is like a round slap in the face, hard in the face of all Atlanteans.

The slap was crisp and loud, and it hurt the heart, but it also made people open their eyes from the state of confusion and see the world clearly.

It turns out that we are never weak.

It turns out that our backbone is still strong.

It turns out that we can be angry, we can resist, we can take revenge, we can use the blood and lives of our enemies to wash away the shame inflicted on our bodies, we can use our lives to protect our homes and loved ones, and we can regain the lost glory.

This war is also like a lighthouse suddenly lit up on the dark sea, and the lonely and brilliant light illuminates a path and points the way.

It tells everyone that this road has been tried, that it can lead to the other side of glory, and if you don't want to sink, if you don't want to fall, then try to move forward.

This war ignited the fuse of explosives, which ignited the blood and anger in the hearts of everyone in Atlanta, and then the legendary thrones of the major powers began to move.

Perhaps, there are still many contradictions between them, perhaps, they still have undying hatred, but now, a common goal and pursuit are erected in front of them, and under the wordless tacit understanding, they temporarily give up the contradictions and hatred, and begin to take steps and stride forward.

In the year 3,314 of the Augustan calendar and the 314th year of the new calendar, in September, when the 'Scorched Hell Counterattack' shocked the entire plane, the Atlanta continent also set off all kinds of strange dark tides.

Guarding the Dragon City, the Divine Three-Headed Golden Dragon King, His Majesty Essimos awakened, and as a result, the Dragon City sent envoys to the major kingdoms of intelligent life for the first time in hundreds of years.

His Majesty Orheimdor, the land of mercenaries, delivered an edict, and as a result, the Hall of Freedom was reopened, and the kings who belonged to the Professional Guild and the Mercenary Guild lowered their clones one after another.

In the Randleson Kingdom, the Lord of Dawn opened the eyes of the gods, so the major temples began to frequently contact with the gods of order, and vaguely there seemed to be news that the Lord of Dawn, Falling Shanda intended to reopen the Pantheon.

In the Fire Phoenix Realm, the song of the phoenix runs through the Nine Heavens and the Earth, so a total of nine Fire Phoenixes just came quickly, and left the lair after half a day, no one knows where they went, but it seems that the demonic beast is restless.

In the Holy Venetian Empire, countless wizards gathered here, including terrifying dark wizards and cold white wizards, who seemed to have received some orders and gathered from all directions.

The dark tide is the tide of the night, surging, piling up, wave after wave, circulating back and forth, but under the accumulation of layers, one day it will have the power to break through everything.

However, no one thought that after the opening of the 'Scorched Earth Hell Counterattack', another event that shocked the entire continent would not come from the dragons, not the Temple of Freedom, not the Phoenix Realm of Fire, not the gods, but from the west coast of the Atlanta continent.

In the year 3,314 of Augustus, the year 314 of the new calendar, on the first day of October, on the western coastline, His Majesty Arthas-Raymond, the second Grand Duke of the Duchy of Raymond who had long since abdicated, descended from the sky on a golden dragon.

In the presence of dozens of grand dukes, hundreds of nobles, and hundreds of thousands of legions of various clans, he announced the establishment of the Hundred Clans Alliance.

It was a vast alliance of twenty-three duchies, hundreds of marquisates, and countless races that stretched across the entire western coastline, far larger than the three existing empires.

On this day, His Majesty Arthas-Raymond made a statement to the entire continent: the Hundred Races Alliance will wage war against any alien invaders, as well as traitors who betray the continent of Atlantis, in the name of the glory of the race and ancestors, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, blood will not be shed, and the battle will not stop!

On this day, the continent was shocked, and the aliens were angry, but this was only the beginning.