Why can't humans do it too?

Suer and the others remained silent, patiently waiting for Ke'er's sobbing words.

"...I don't want to lose any more family members, so please, please...you must live on!"

You can't see Ke'er's face, which is hidden by her arm, but every word she utters is trembling, a cry from the bottom of her heart.

This was her last and most anticipated wish.

"Ah, don't worry," he said, offering words of comfort he had repeated countless times to the other humans and to those close to him. With absolute certainty, he said, "Just like I said before—we will take their victory."

"...Leave it to us...Sister..."

Those voices that clamored and echoed in the depths of their hearts, those companions who congratulated them on their marriage and cheered for everything they had, and those who had already died.

"Thank you."

Suer silently repeated this to himself.

It transcends racial prejudice, transcends prejudice of thought, and transcends prejudice of life.

Today they are a couple without any barriers between them.

Forever.

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The cavern, reaching an unknown depth, should have been dark and gloomy, but it was brightly lit by the glowing green light of the elven furnace and the bright yellow lights that were seamlessly attached to the steel walls. Every now and then, huge ships emitting deep hums would streak across the sky, and the dense low sounds composed of high frequencies would make any fragile flesh and blood tremble and become numb just by hearing them.

This is the most important center of the entire Goblin Alliance. The huge underground cavern dug by the goblins is even large enough to accommodate the massive bodies of the giants. At this moment, if you look around, you can see those powerful creatures talking to each other.

Gray goblins occasionally darted past the ship. Although each one was insignificant in size, their sheer numbers made them like worker ants in an ant colony, omnipresent in this underground cavity.

At the very center of this entire underground cave, countless metal ores and materials floated in mid-air. Some were still raw ores, some were already forged materials, or semi-finished products in between.

The closer to the center, the sharper they became. At the very center of those blades, the metal weapons twisted and converged into a massive metal throne. And at this moment, sitting on it was a goblin with shaved hair, his silver-gray hair framing him. Just sitting there, he exuded an aura that commanded respect. His single, scarlet eye gleamed, as if he were brewing some ingenious plan.

One hand gripped the hilt of the Spirit Sword, which was stuck upside down on the edge of the Iron Throne. The tiny, protruding cubes, like a Rubik's Cube, rolled and deformed, just like his thoughts at that moment, rising and falling.

Ronnie is thinking.

However, he wasn't thinking about the survival of his entire race or how to wage war against the Forest Elf Alliance and the War God faction, which the goblins who passed by and were in awe of his serious appearance were imagining.

But the truth is quite the opposite. Ronnie is currently thinking about a question that they think is completely irrelevant, incomprehensible, and meaningless.

Why are there new monkeys there?

With this question in mind, Ronnie kept recalling the past, that female forest elf who had caused a ruckus in the goblin capital and then left in a huff... big... no, Ronnie meant that there was a monkey following that forest elf around.

More than a decade ago, during the failed experiment of using the energy binding after the detonation of the inactive divine essence, although he ultimately succeeded in defeating the attacking forest elves, Ronnie could never forget everything he saw before the huge cannon barrel was deployed.

Even trivial matters that other goblin species would not overlook. Perhaps if other goblin species were left there, they would not care about those hairless monkeys at all, and would only regard them as unfortunate beasts that had fallen into the city when it transformed and unfolded, just like an ant or a spider that had flowed into their own house, and there was no need to make a fuss about them.

But Ronnie immediately recalled the monkey he had seen before; at least in Ronnie's eyes, they didn't look that different.

Why would monkeys be there?

What kind of conspiracy is behind this?

The talents bestowed upon all goblin species by the Forging God reached their peak in him. His intuitive sense told him that there must be a secret he didn't know, but that intuition also told him that it had nothing to do with the forest elves or even the Forest God.

It's really strange.

After guiding the entire city to transform and confirming the detonation of the divine essence, in the last moment before leaving with the spell, Ronnie saw the monkey that had been foolishly pushed down after he spoke, lying on the verge of death covered in blood. It had just landed in a gap extending from a cannon barrel.

What intrigued Ronnie more than the ubiquitous death was the smile the monkey showed at its last moment. Its face was covered in its own blood, making it difficult to see. There was none of the whimpering or desperate longing for life that any wild animal would have when it was on the verge of death.

Before his position shifted, all Ronnie could see on the monkey's face was deep satisfaction and contentment, coupled with indescribable joy—what was he so joyful about?

Is he satisfied?

They even disregarded their own lives...

This question has deeply troubled Ronnie, and he still hasn't found an answer—though it's nothing more than a matter of personal curiosity.

Chapter 270 The Prelude to the Decisive Battle

Compared to this personal hobby, what Ronnie has to devote all his energy to, besides developing new weapons and dealing with the increasingly strange and unpredictable movements of the Forest Elves, is now the prediction of the War God faction. The Skywing race, which had been peaceful for a while, has suddenly become active again, which is undoubtedly something that is more nerve-wracking for all races.

The Forest Elves, once considered a formidable enemy, are now part of the entire God of War camp—or to put it more bluntly, since the God of War is reluctant to act easily, what Ronnie now considers a formidable enemy are the reckless, powerful, and warlike Skywing race, whose nature cannot be fathomed by ordinary thinking.

In this regard, although it is unknown why the forest elves, who used to be able to barely keep up with the goblin race in terms of combat power, suddenly fell behind, under the pressure of the winged race, Ronnie had no choice but to put aside this former great enemy for the time being. After all, the combined forces of the fairy race, the winged race, and the dragon elf race were still quite formidable.

To some extent, this can alleviate the threat posed by the God of War faction to the Goblin Alliance.

'Ah, I almost forgot, there are also those elven oceans… They never appeared even once in countless past wars, so why are they now appearing all over the continent? Is it really because the planet's carrying capacity has reached its limit? I can't accept such a ridiculous reason…'

Because of the abundant elves brought by the elven oceans that appeared everywhere, the elf concentration on the entire continent has increased significantly. This has directly led to a significant increase in the power of some spells, especially for races that are inherently weak in elf aptitude, making spellcasting easier... Speaking of which, it's been a long time since we've seen any orcs.

The unknown questions gave Ronnie a headache; as the leader of a clan and the leader of an alliance, he had far too many things to consider.

hum-

A sharp buzzing sound resounded directly in the ears of all races throughout the underground cavern, including Ronnie, waking him from his reverie. The entire Goblin Alliance knew what such a sound meant; it was the highest level of alarm, even a matter of survival for the entire race.

His question was quickly answered.

"Emergency! Ronnie! The entire Forest Elf Alliance has suddenly mobilized, and so have the Skywing Elves! The Skywing Elves are also making unusual movements!"

Sparks flew through the air, and the goblin racer who was supposed to deliver the message to Ronnie hadn't even arrived yet, but the voice had already drifted over ahead of time.

In fact, the situation was far more serious than he described. Even Ronnie couldn't help but tense up when the goblins on the front lines sent back those horrifying images.

Although the recent skirmish with the Skywing race established the current strength of the entire goblin race, Ronnie, as their leader, did not relax because of their increased power. Compared to the jubilant members of his race, he was more aware that the force they had fought against was only a small group of Skywing races, with a total number of only twenty-three wings.

But this time it was different.

'The Skywings are serious,' was the first conclusion that came to Ronnie's mind.

No longer flying in scattered groups of two or three, those butchers with only war on their minds were now even arranged in neat rows with their wings spread wide, the distance between each wing exactly the same. Most importantly, their numbers were so great that a quick glance was enough to tell that they numbered more than a hundred.

After eliminating the Skywing races that have perished over the years, Ronnie has no doubt that these are all the Skywing races currently in existence, and they have poured all their power into this effort.

There was no need to leave anyone to protect the God of War. Protecting the strongest being in the world at present was a joke in itself, and the God of War did not need such an insult. The Skywing races flew across the sky in formation, and instead of using the convenient ability to directly traverse space, they slowed down in a show of defiance and flew south from the high sky above the northern sea, brazenly displaying their existence to the other races.

It was as if the 'sun', which only existed in myths and legends, had reappeared. A tiny, almost blindingly bright white dot appeared high in the sky, and within seconds it engulfed the entire screen like a tsunami.

“This is the last image transmitted back from the outpost,” the goblin standing next to Ronnie said, his voice trembling slightly as he stared at the pure white image. “Even hiding more than a thousand meters underground was useless; those winged creatures directly penetrated the earth where he was.”

"There was no intention to negotiate either...at least I didn't see any attempt by the Skywing race to have any dialogue," another goblin added.

"...Then what about the Forest Elves? I mean the Forest Elf Alliance," Ronnie suddenly asked.

Following his words, the images projected by the goblins onto the large screen, which was also easily viewable by the giants, changed once more.

Compared to the Skywing species, the Forest Elf species is much more familiar—the Flower and Grass ships, so numerous they could not be fully displayed on a single screen, are like fireworks. Above the fleet, the magical voids of the Fairy species faintly flicker, and the Dragon Elf species, with their enormous and undeniable size, are present on one side of the massive fleet, their majestic and powerful bodies asserting their presence.

As if by prior arrangement, at the same moment, the Forest Elf Alliance and the Skywing race showed unusual movements almost simultaneously. Not understanding the reason for this strange phenomenon, the only thing Ronnie could be sure of was that the goblins must have missed some key information that could affect the outcome of the war. At this moment, he even had the feeling that he and the forces he commanded were outsiders in the great war.

However, this is undoubtedly an illusion. Given the sheer size of the entire Goblin Alliance, no matter what anyone is secretly planning, they will ultimately be unable to avoid their presence. The power they wield is the source of this confidence, and that power has already been proven by the blood of their enemies.

"There is no doubt that the main force of the Forest Elves is heading in the same direction as us." The projected image then changed to the latest and most detailed map of the continent's terrain and power. A red dot marked on the map showed the current location of the Forest Elves' forces, and their movement trajectory was clearly marked with arrows at the top of the map. In front of those arrows was the location of the Goblin Alliance.

Shaking his head, Ronnie cleared his mind of the jumbled thoughts and stared at the map, saying in a deep voice:

"I order... all ships to take off. The giants and the rest of the troops will focus on defense and wait for the arrival of reinforcements. Awaken all the fantasy species and do not deploy them to the battlefield yet. We will decide on their actions based on the situation on the battlefield."

"As for all the goblins—attack!"

"Bring all of my masterpieces with you!!"

Chapter 271 Emergence

The earth cracked open.

Until today, other races had no idea what lay beneath the vast and thick earth beneath their feet. Only the goblins themselves knew how many pits they had dug that could be called strongholds across the continent. From this perspective, it was not wrong for the forest elves to call them groundhogs.

The massive flying fleet pierced through the soil as if breaking through the sea, carrying goblins high in the sky and gathering together.

The Forest Elf Alliance, which should have been weaker than the Goblin Alliance, has now amassed its forces and is charging aggressively towards the Goblin Alliance. While many Goblins are cursing the Long-Eared Goblins for going mad, many others are pondering what gave these Long-Eared Goblins the courage to do such irrational things.

Even their almost cheat-like intuition couldn't give them the answer without information. In the end, all the goblins could do was something incredibly simple—just fight.

The initial force that clashed with the Forest Elves was a mixed force of airships and giants. The war skipped the prelude and went straight to its climax the moment it was triggered. The hatred between the Forest Elves and the Goblins, the Giants and the Dragon Elves, was already flowing between them in the endless war. Their desire to kill or eliminate the other was real and could not be faked, so they naturally did not hold back when they attacked.

For Suer, time seemed to have turned back to that desert more than a decade ago. The sand, which should have been cool, was scorched by the ships that kept falling and exploding from the sky. The convergence and collision of those enormous energies made even the air he breathed in his nose scorching hot.

The only difference is that in the past, he was huddled in a cave in the desert that had not yet been completely sandified during such a fierce war, while now he is staying in the flagship of the Forest Elf race, which is protected by layers of protection.

But no matter what, Sull still can't forget the feeling of wanting to curse at that time. Because of the huge battlefield, he didn't know which direction to escape to. He could only risk his life to search for edible food and water from the forest elf ship that had been crashed for several days.

Oh right, I was worried that the temperature would continue to rise until it became so hot that I couldn't survive... or even worse? That the sand beneath my feet would melt into lava.

When Suer recalled the curses he had uttered, he couldn't help but chuckle, and this inexplicable laughter caught the attention of Xinke beside him.

"Have some water," Xin Ke said, bringing the glass to Su Er's lips. After patiently watching him drink, she gently wiped the water from the corner of his mouth and then asked curiously, "Did you remember something interesting? It's rare to see you smile like that these days."

"Ah, I was just thinking about the desert where we first met... Would you mind showing me the view below the Flower Ship?" Suer asked Xinke after a brief explanation.

“Back then…” Xin Ke said with a meaningful sigh, then snapped her fingers lightly.

With a crisp sound, ripples appeared in the pool in front of Suer, but calmed down within a few breaths, becoming as smooth as a mirror. What appeared to be clear water was no longer the clear water, but the scene below the flower-adorned boat, crystal clear.

It wasn't the desert as I remembered, but a lifeless rocky land. Although after the war, it was hard to say whether a desert would appear here, at least for now it was still the same as it was.

Every now and then, one could see ships spinning helplessly as they plummeted downwards. To the shock of all the goblins, in this battle of conventional firepower, the goblins were the ones who suffered the most damage. The number of flying ships and flower ships that crashed was an astonishing ratio of several to one, which would have been completely unimaginable in the past.