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The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window lattice on the table. A slightly yellowed notebook was spread out on the table, quill pen set aside, ink still dry.

A slender palm appeared on the side of the table, and gently picked up the open note. The page that was opened was not very literate, but the visitor read it slowly and seriously.

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"This is the last text of my life, and it is perhaps less important than everything that preceded this notebook. But for me, it has an unusual significance.

For, I, Odof, have devoted my whole life to the study of the vast canon, and occasionally to the mission of preserving the republic. So, when death came, I suddenly realized that in eighty-six years, I had never really examined myself, and it was a sad thing.

Eighty-six years have passed since my parents brought me into the world - so I am indeed an old man.

As an old man who has witnessed countless historical moments, death should have been a peaceful and boring process. However, I could not calm my mind, because I seemed to see some extremely important turning point in history.

There have been many such inflection points in my life, but not once has I been so frightened. Perhaps, the words "frightened" cannot describe my mood at the moment.

I shouldn't have been-

In this lifetime, I have witnessed two countries known for their civilization go from extreme prosperity to extreme decline, and in just a few decades, they have fallen into the end of the world.

In this lifetime, I have witnessed the bizarre deaths of two generations of emperors of the Human Empire, and witnessed the rise and fall of the youngest genius consul of the God-given Republic.

In this life, I have mastered too many secrets that no one knows.

I am fortunate to be able to witness and participate in this strange history. It was bloody, dark, cruel, and great than any other period in these seven hundred and ninety-eight years.

However, because of this, my "fear and fear" became more and more terrifying. For the future I vaguely saw was bloody, dark, cruel, and great than any other moment I had ever experienced.

The era of heroes is often also a sad time. They are cruel and ruthless, even disregarding the moral bottom line of the world. Although most of them have an extremely sacred mission, their perseverance, stubbornness, and contradictions will also ruin this era.

If nothing changes, in ten years' time, no one will be able to resist the darkness from the far north. What's more, that dark seed has appeared, and he will be rooted in the blood-soaked soil, constantly devouring everything, and finally bringing everything back to the desolation again.

I'm just an ordinary person, and that's probably the most important reason why I lived to be eighty-six years old.

It is a simple truth that I am not a hero, so I can live longer than the heroes, but I forgot it in my twilight - so I was destined to live only to the age of eighty-six. I am not willing to be lonely, and I also want to be a hero with a sacred mission and do everything. So, I had to die.

If history had remembered an old man like me, it would have written like this: "Odoff, a God-given republican, died in the winter of seventy-ninety-eight in the Bright Dynasty. ”

In this short text, it is full of historical words, "God-given republic", "Bright Dynasty", "798 years", perhaps only these words can prove that I have also worked hard for the civilization of this continent. ”

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"At this moment, I can feel that my life is coming to an end, so I have to use my last moments and pen and ink to state more important things.

God gave the republic seven or ninety-eight years, and if there were no accidents, this should be the last year of the republican year.

According to the Bright Era, this year is also the seventh or ninth eight year of the Bright Calendar. However, no one can be sure that this stormy dynasty will be able to continue to write a new era.

In 798, history has changed its course here, and its significance will be remembered by the world as much as the moment it began.

Seven hundred and ninety-eight years ago, the Terrans ended their war for supremacy after the eternal night. The Kyushu Empire became a symbol in the pile of old papers. Humans, Protoss, and Orcs have opened a new era of civilization on the barren ruins.

Humanity occupied the core of the Kyushu Empire and established the Bright Dynasty.

The gods and orcs entered the wild ice fields and established a god-given republic with the indigenous barbarians.

The orcs were dissatisfied with the republican system, moved to the shores of the Black Sea, and established the orc kingdom in accordance with the old system of Kyushu.

Now, 798 years later,

The human emperor is dead, the imperial city is ruined, and their guardian god of war is dead. This mighty empire that has emerged from the ashes, like the people it once destroyed, has survived and is gradually coming to an end.

In the same way, another civilized kingdom that has emerged from the ruins, the God-given Republic, has dissolved.

The Southern Horde rebelled, the first champion of the Protoss when they were in exile in the Ice Plains, and was ruthlessly pushed into the arms of the Orc Kingdom by its master.

The rebellion in Bruda is not just about restoring the monarchy, and the people of the Protoss will be enveloped in a boundless reign of darkness, and they will become slaves of the dark forces.

However, none of this is more far-reaching than another incident. It's embarrassing that no one really cares about the meaning of this matter.

In the autumn of 798, the ice field was uninhabited, and the first real necromantic war in 800 years took place.

The Orc Legion, full of ambition to conquer the continent, was defeated and fled in front of the Necromantic Legion, and they had to hide in the territory of the southern tribes.

However, the course of this war, in the final analysis, is nothing more than one person fighting against a legion and winning the battle. Because the vast majority of the Necromantic Legion comes from soldiers who have died in battle.

What's even more frightening is that the commander of the Necromantic Legion is not from the dark race of the Dead Land in the far north, but a teenager who is not yet seventeen years old. However, it's not his age that is scary, it's the identity and power he has.

He is a descendant of the imperial family of the former Kyushu Empire, the son of a rebellious consul of the republic. Among the Protoss tribes and even the orcs, the identity he represents hides supporters who are either overt or covert. Among them are the hidden gods who aim to fight against the eternal night.

He grew up in the Wolf City of Northern Xinjiang and was recognized by humans. His godfather was Guo Zizhong, the governor of Northern Xinjiang. According to credible information, he also has many staunch supporters in the Northern Xinjiang Army and holds important positions. And he himself is about to take control of the newly formed Ice Legion.

He possesses the power of darkness and is a demon who can manipulate the necromancy, but he has become the guardian of the light.

This is a powerful teenager with great power. Although very few people can see such power, ignoring such power is a disaster for the mainland.

If such power were in the hands of the rulers of an empire, it would be a blessing for the continent. However, the boy who wields these powers is born of hatred, and no one can expect such a boy to have good intentions towards the world.

On top of that, the Frozen Protoss have a mysterious origin, they were the first beings to come out of the Land of the Dead, and they were also known as the gods of the gods. From the canon, they have a very close connection to the eternal night—"

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"My heir, when you see this, you should know what I expect—I have unleashed a demon and watched it flee from my eyes. I hope you will be able to erase the mistakes I have made. ”

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Xianxiu's palm firmly closed the old note, and then the footsteps faded away. (To be continued.) )