One hundred and fifty-eight: , the torn earth

During the time I was learning the rules of the origin of the world with the troll witch doctor Carlson Sr., the war between the Falvi Continental Alliance and the end-time empire was changing dramatically.

In the northwestern wasteland, the Emperor ** Regiment, with the undead and demons as the main force, is advancing step by step towards the interior of the continent. Those high-level demons with horns on their heads, a berserker-like body, and a natural talent for extremely high fire magic are powerful opponents that no one wants to face, and their leader, the Archdemon Lord Stevenson? Morality? Mirazze, who was also a commander of both bravery and cunning, forcibly suppressed those arrogant and unobedient demons with great strength and high skill, turning them from a group of loose warriors into a terrible army, in the hot desert and Gobi, in the rugged mountains and hills, in the cold iceberg plateau, again and again to defeat the opponents, greedily looking down on the rich and fertile middle of the continent.

And their most powerful assistant is the army of the Corrupt led by the Bone Knight King Dianthos. Undoubtedly, the decaying undead alone is not something to be feared, and in the face of this unconscious, slow-moving walking corpse that can only be driven by evil magical instincts, an ordinary warrior of the same level can effortlessly tear him to pieces. But when they come to you in hundreds of thousands, you will see how little your strength is: this is an army that does not need supplies, does not need rest, does not know pain, does not know fear, and those areas where the climate is so harsh that it is impossible for living beings to gain a foothold is like a smooth road under their feet.

Compared to this formidable invading army, the coalition of the natives of the Northwest – the Minotaurs and Orcs – faced a dilemma. The Minotaur Soul Great Shaman Ackin and the Orc Leader and Sharp-toothed Warlock Master Howst both have a convincing mind and profound wisdom no less than any great sage in the world, but it is difficult for the two races, long accustomed to being scattered in a tribal form, to form a war legion supported by strict discipline and training. The heroic Minotaurs and the ferocious Orcs prefer to show their heroism with a single-handed charge, which makes them repeatedly frustrated by well-trained enemies. Now, they have retreated to the area of the Green Shadow Valley, if it weren't for the advantage of their geographical advantages, coupled with the timely assistance of the elves and the human race, they are afraid that even the Holy Fox Heights, where their ancestors' tombs are located, will be humiliated by the enemy.

On the eastern and southern shores of the Comet Sea, the coastal alliance of humans and gnomes has won victory after victory. Dwarf underground gnomes may never be able to be formidable warriors, but they can craft formidable weapons with their brilliant minds, keen magical talents, and dexterous hands. In the military ports on the eastern coast, the docks were filled with huge warships they had designed and built. The magic cannons on the battleship that can breathe tongues of fire can accurately concentrate enemy ships hundreds of meters away, far more powerful than the old trebuchets and ballistas on enemy ships. As a result, they have seized many important ports along the northeast coast controlled by the Empire of the Last Days, and have even extended their influence into the hinterland of the Empire. The Imperial Navy, on the other hand, struggled to defend a few humble harbor cities and outlying islands.

In addition to these formidable warships and weapons, this army is also composed of the most elite human soldiers. With a huge population, rigorous military training, and centuries of war command, the human race, which has no special advantage in any way, has become the most powerful force in the entire Falvi continent. Unlike the Minotaurs and Orcs, it is difficult for humans to be the best warriors on the continent, but it is always easy to assemble the best armies on the continent.

It wasn't until they were about to enter the hinterland of the post-apocalyptic empire that the Alliance forces on the Eastern Front encountered their true adversaries, and they were greeted by the army of trolls returning with hatred. When the Empire invaded two hundred years ago, the native natives of the continent of Farvi were abandoned alone in the Nafisun Wasteland by their comrades, so that they eventually succumbed to their enemies and became accomplices in the invasion of the continent by the end king Darendier. Now, under the leadership of the troll magician Mrak the Hand of the Void, they have taken brutal revenge on their former allies. On the leafy plains, these fierce warriors with blue skin and fangs buried the forward troops of the Eastern Front with a huge trap, and then the situation on the Eastern Front fell into a stalemate.

Both the eastern and western wars were clearly one-sided, with the alliance and the empire attacking and defending each other, and the war situation was relatively stable. However, in the middle of the vast continent, the war is becoming more intense and brutal. In the jungle, the elves and their close relatives and old enemies, the dark elves, are fiercely contested, and the Moon Creek Forest and the Vader Basin have become the main battlefields of the two races, and fierce fortress battles are born every day.

The elves have set up recruiting points in major cities, and adventurers who sign up at the recruiting points can be hired to participate in battles for fortresses. For a guy as brutal as the longbow shooting the sun, the fortress battlefield became the theme of his life almost every day, and he was once awarded a "fortress warrior medal" for his bravery on the fortress battlefield. However, as far as I know, the fortress battlefield is definitely a high place of death, and even high-level adventurers who have now passed level 70 still have to risk being beaten to death or even dying again. Considering that I couldn't resurrect as freely as the Skywaders did, and that I often had to be taught by Carlson Sr., I never went to the Fort battlefield.

In the wider mountains and plains, the Continental Alliance has strong support from the dwarves. This notoriously irascible and conservative race produces powerful warriors and pious priests, and when they form an army, they can instantly become an invincible iron stream. Together with the Human Legion, they formed the most powerful battle group of the Falvi Continent Alliance, and fought to the death against the invaders of the end of the Empire on the frontal group battlefield. At the same time, they are also the best craftsmen on the continent of Falvi on a par with the underground gnomes, and their arsenals buried deep under the Bronze Hammer Fort and the Golden Stone Fort continue to supply the Continental Alliance with the best weapons and ordnance every day.

Despite this, they still struggle to gain an advantage against a huge enemy army of Rotpers and Trolls. In some areas, the alliance may have moved in and recovered a sizable area, but in others, the Imperial invaders have taken advantage of the situation and occupied a vast area. The whole continent is divided into two irregular plates, and at the junction of the plates, the territories of the two sides are intertwined like the teeth of a hound.

Many volunteers who loved the cause of national independence and liberation on the mainland took the initiative to take on the task of hunting and killing the invaders of the empire, wandering on the war-torn front line, looking for their prey; But at the same time, the killers from the post-apocalyptic empire also regarded the slaughter of Alliance soldiers as an important pastime. In those intertwined battlefield areas, there is a great deal of bloodshed every day.

In the whole war, it is the bloods who have the least to pay and gain the most, but who like to live in the shadows and engage in intrigues. Under the leadership of Prince Lachis, the Bloods have captured the Holy Grail Basin, located in the middle of the Alliance's territory, and with the help of the Doomsday King, they have shrouded the entire basin in a dark cloud with powerful magical power, and the sun will not be seen for a long time. The vampires have built a cloud castle on the land as their base camp and are constantly causing problems for the Continental Alliance from behind.

War has brought frequent and great changes to the continent's territory, and in the past year, the world has been shrouded in absolute darkness by the Supreme God many times, and every time I wake up from that silent darkness, the world will change a little more: sometimes the mountain peaks have been flattened by powerful weapons in the war, sometimes a lake has been dried up by powerful magic, sometimes huge magic fluctuations have caused landslides and earth cracks, and hot volcanic magma bursting out, Sometimes the shadows of war and endless resentment have drawn powerful and ferocious monsters from distant otherworldly planes, entrenched in caves or abandoned castles, becoming a powerful force for independence in this wartime era.

Some of the mixed forces that were originally lurking in the depths of the continent were also unwilling to be lonely and rioted, and pirates, thieves, monsters, and some ignorant and cruel semi-intelligent races took advantage of the tree to raise their banners and occupy a territory alone. Faced with pressure from both the Continental Alliance and the Apocalyptic Empire, they have used their powerful magic to envelop their territories and become a new "dungeon zone", and despite the repeated expulsion of adventurers on both sides, they still retain their ruling power. Some of the original "dungeon zones" were affected by this great turmoil and ceased to exist, while others were occupied by new forces beyond recognition.

However, for my friends who are airwaders, these turbulent times and the years of changes have added more adventure and fun to their lives. You can't say that they don't love this land, you know, they are so keen to sacrifice their lives for the protection of this land, and even sacrifice their lives for it again and again. It can be said that no one of the primordials has ever given so much and contributed so much to this continent as they did.

Strangely, however, it seems to me that the continent does not carry as much weight in their hearts as they make it out to. They spend every day brushing up refreshed dungeons, killing new enemies, and changing new equipment, and they never seem to worry about the fate of the continent, the fate of these races, or even their own fate.

I don't know much about their heartless open-mindedness and cheerfulness, just as they don't understand my worries and uneasiness. They were often amazed at my worries about the outcome of the war, and always said things to me that I didn't quite understand:

Longbow Shooting Sun once praised me for being "very RPG spirit" - I don't know what this "RPG spirit" is, but I thought it should be related to patriotism or the cause of national freedom and liberation, so I was a little ashamed to admit it; Xian Ge Yayi said emotionally that I am a person who is easily moved, and my performance is the same as his grandmother's tears while watching Taiwanese tragedy films; The red wolf seriously persuaded me, "If you take it too seriously, you will lose"; And the elder Fei Yin adhered to the same attitude and told me, "If you have this spare time, you might as well participate in more guild activities to make some money."

My understanding of this is this: these guys are cynical cynics......

"Did you hear that? Tomorrow the map will be revised again, saying that the area around the Gemflower Plains will dry up, and the Great Rift Valley will appear, and an underground dungeon will be added. "During one of the missions, the dwarf yín wandering poet suddenly mentions a nocturne in B-flat key.

I'm used to the fact that these Skywaders are able to foresee what will happen on the continent in the next few days, and they tell me that there is a magical equipment in this world called a magical device through which you can predict the future. What makes me depressed is that it seems that everyone in this world has such an amazing device, and I don't even know if it's round or flat.

"I saw it too, tomorrow afternoon, stop serving for half a day......" Red Wolf said happily as he slashed an Otherworldly Shadow Demon to the ground, "...... This may be the last time I will modify a partial map, and I will have to upgrade to 'Torn Lands' next week, which is not easy......"

"Hey, it's finally time to change the version...... Niu Million dug out a "blue wind grass", and said hatefully while receiving it in the bag, "I said I wanted to change it half a year ago, why did it take so long to skip the ticket?" ”

"Aren't you stuck in the General Administration...... Wait, I'll look it up......" The red wolf let out a long breath and raised his hands up as if he were taking off his helmet, and then suddenly his eyes were glazed and his limbs stiffened, like a corpse - if I hadn't been able to check his state in the source world, I might have thought it was a zombie - a moment later, a "crackling" sound came from his mouth, and it took a few more moments for him to regain his original state:

"Oh, I found it: what did the General Administration say at that time, 'we must insist on putting social benefits in place, adhere to the organic system of social benefits and economic benefits, and establish a scientific, objective and fair game comprehensive evaluation system', requiring Daremos Company to join the game task of promoting the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation and the ideological and moral construction of the socialist core value system in the game, for example, like what to help the old lady cross the road...... Speaking of this, the red wolf froze for a moment, and seemed to be thinking about what other tasks can be compared with helping the old lady cross the road, In the end, however, he gave up:

“…… Tasks like helping the old lady cross the road, helping the old lady cross the road, helping the old lady cross the road and helping the old lady cross the road! ”

We: "......"

"Besides helping the old lady cross the road, don't you know what other good people and good things there are?" Nocturne in B-flat reprimanded him.

"My day!" Niu Million scolded bitterly and spat hatefully, "If I were the General Bureau, I would let the game company put an old lady in the copy of Longyan Corner, and help twenty old ladies cross the road to explode a 'Shining Crystal Heart'; if you help fifty old ladies cross the road, you will explode a 'purple velvet cloak with green scales'; and if you help a hundred old ladies cross the road, you will explode a 'Red Flame Ripper' battle axe." Boss is an old lady who is ten meters tall and weighs five tons, let her lie on the ground paralyzed, whoever can help him cross the road will explode a 'Longyan Horn' two-handed spear...... "Niu Million was obviously led by the red wolf into the whirlpool of thinking about helping the old lady cross the road.

I don't know what they mean by "General Administration", it sounds like a person and a guild. I can't imagine what kind of thing this is that can force the supreme god Darimus into a helpless position.

"Like ...... I'm ...... like this of, also...... Can support ...... The old lady ...... The road? I think...... Compare me to ...... More need for old women...... Help me over the horse too much...... "......Dingo said in bits and pieces—none of us knew when he had begun to say these words.

But while I still didn't quite understand what he meant, it looked like the half-paralyzed man who had to stiffen like a rusty magic doll every step he took for a long time looked like he needed help.

"How did this matter come to be resolved?" Nocturne in B-flat asked curiously.

"This matter has been a lawsuit for more than half a year, and Daremoth Company has no choice at all, and they all want to change agents. It is said that later, an intern who had not yet graduated from the agency suddenly had a task to give a girl who was accidentally injured in the war to be treated with bandages, saying that this was a brave act of righteousness, saving lives and helping the wounded, and it was a task that was very important to promote the traditional morality of the Chinese nation, and then it was approved, and it was passed. The red wolf spread out his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and made a helpless gesture.

"Alas......" Niu Million sighed lightly, not knowing what he remembered, and suddenly he was a little emotional, "...... Saving morality really starts with saving a girl......"

"When it comes out, this task must be done well!" Nocturne shook her head softly, as if to us, and as if to herself, and said vigorously.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little solemn, and the other three people stopped what they were doing and nodded vigorously.

I looked at the four nervous fellows blankly, and involuntarily nodded along with them.

"You're going to tear the continent in half, right? Part of the south, part of the north, and a sea ...... in the middle" Niu Million also seemed to feel that the atmosphere was not quite right, shook his head, and started talking again.

What?! When I heard this, my heart was shocked. The news was so big, so fast, that I didn't even know what kind of mindset I should be in front of it.

Are you sure? I was skeptical. How could such a world-changing thing happen? There is no doubt that if this kind of thing can be born, it must be the result of the infinite divine power of the Supreme God Darimus—but how did they know about the will of the High God?

But looking at Niu Million's expression, he didn't seem to be joking. In my experience, the information these Skywaders have never gotten through this equipment has ever been wrong - which further confirms my judgment that there is a real good chance that these Skywaders are the darlings of the gods, and that they will be able to know the decisions of the gods first.

"Yes, Broken Sea...... no one showed my stunned expression, and Red Wolf continued, "...... The empire has only the main city of vampires in the south, and the main city of gnomes in the north of the alliance......"

“…… In this way...... "seems to have gained some good sense of self from the act of spreading the word to the ignorant masses," the red wolf continued triumphantly, "...... There will be some new dungeons on both continents, and there are still two island dungeons in the Broken Sea, and some of the old dungeons from before will disappear, such as forest mausoleums, ice caves, evil desolate halls, gravel fortresses, etc. ”

"What did you say?" Suddenly, I swooped over, grabbed the red wolf's collar with all my might, and shook desperately and shouted loudly, my voice full of panicked trembling:

"Say it again, what will happen to the Gravel Fortress!"