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Chapter 245 Our Race Ushers in a Great Turning Point! Humans of the Forsaken Continent! (Bonus Chapter!)

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Whenever the sacred heavens meet, angels and demons will descend. We, who guard the sealed forbidden land, will be the only support for the people of the kingdom. We must use our swords to protect the peace of the kingdom day and night, sweep away evil, and slay chaos until death.

—The Blackthorn Legion!

The young Duke Stark, who once fantasized about joining the Blackthorn Legion, looked up at the gloomy northern sky, his gaze seemingly extending beyond the Wall to the territories of the elves and dwarves, towards the leech legion that was mobilizing its troops.

We must quickly bring back the Blood Leech Legion that has acted without authorization, strengthen the defense of the sealed forbidden area, and also dispatch troops to increase patrols.

We still need to contact the southern capital; the northern border needs more food, magic stones, and military support!

The young duke thought to himself, "I'll rest for half an hour, then we'll continue our journey!"

After the Duke's order was given, the rest time was reduced to half an hour.

The elite Northern knights dispersed without a word of complaint.

The direwolves ate meat, and the nimble warhorses snorted as they greedily chewed on the hay mixed with beans and eggs. The knights, leaning against their mounts, took out dry, hard jerky and wheat cakes from their packs and gulped them down with their cold water pouches.

The most eye-catching person in the whole team was the fat knight named Mans.

Instead of eating, he took off his robe with the help of his attendants and then removed the thick but plain-looking armor plate from his chest.

"Click".

With a soft click, the armor plate was removed, revealing a sight that made several penniless men around look on with envy.

The bulky cloak covering the armor didn't conceal any fat, but rather a complex mechanical construct woven from intricate gears, mithril components, and runic circuitry!

Rune-Powered Armor, meticulously crafted by a Grand Master of the Citadel, a single set is worth an entire castle.

This is the real reason why he appears "fat".

Mans dug his thick fingers into a groove in his chest and pulled out a dull, charcoal-like magic stone that barely emitted any energy fluctuations. He then casually tossed it to his servant.

"Take this and see if you can still crush it to feed the horses."

After saying that, he carefully took out a brand new magic stone from a box with intricate energy patterns engraved with eel roots.

The crystal was entirely black, with what appeared to be a flowing red light inside. It was almost identical to the magic essence stone collected by the pioneering team.

"Smack."

The new magic stone was pressed into the groove, and the entire power armor emitted a deep hum. The rune lines at the joints lit up one by one and then quickly disappeared, leaving only a mechanical sound that was inaudible to the human ear.

At the same time, a faint warm current circulated within the armor.

"Lord Mans, another piece wasted!" The attendant looked pained. "The Duke just wants everyone to rest a bit. You don't need to activate your armor at all. With us here, there won't be any fighting."

"You don't know anything!" Mance glared at him irritably. "This damn weather is freezing me to the bone. I'd rather this little darling keep burning up than become the next Kapek."

"Earl Kapek?" The young squire paused for a moment, then recalled the tragic joke that circulated widely in the North.

"That's right, it's him." Mans patted his steel belly, making a dull thud, then gestured for the servants to bring him some things; he needed to rest.

Kapek once single-handedly killed over a hundred elite demon soldiers, but because he didn't want the hassle of taking off his armor to defecate, he went to a high hill for some peace and quiet. Then, a half-man who appeared out of nowhere pierced his intestines through his buttocks with a sharpened wooden spear!

The servant shrank back, prepared the things, and dared not offer any more advice.

On the other side, some Northern soldiers wearing chainmail and leather armor made of unknown materials also had their own ways of resting.

A veteran from the North named Carey solemnly took out a medicine bottle the size of a thumb from his pocket, uncorked it, and a pungent, spicy smell instantly filled the air.

A flicker of struggle crossed his face, but he gritted his teeth and poured a few drops of dark green liquid from the bottle into his mouth.

"Well!"

Kerry let out a painful groan, and the veins on his neck bulged instantly, like writhing earthworms. A terrifying red light flashed in his eyes, and his entire aura became heavy and dangerous.

His companion beside him twitched at the sight: "Kerry, why did you drink a potion? This stuff is very precious, use it sparingly!"

"Province?" Kerry exhaled a breath of hot, bloody air, his voice hoarse. "We're almost at the Wall of Despair. Haven't you seen how many of those little creatures are appearing on the Icefield Wolf Road? My injuries haven't fully healed yet, and I don't want to get groped by those sneaky things while we're on the road."

"Z—you're right—" His companion nodded in deep agreement.

Then, he lay down on the ground, wrapped himself tightly in his tattered fur, and in less than three breaths, his heavy snoring echoed throughout the makeshift camp.

Veterans who survived the battlefield all have their own unique skills.

Those with money burn magic stones to ensure their combat power, while those with a little money drink magic potions.

And the penniless can only seize every moment and use the most primitive method—sleeping—to squeeze every last bit of potential out of their bodies.

The young Duke of Stark took it all in. He remained silent, watching the soldiers move, and then found a place to rest.

This is his northern border: barren, yet resilient.

Everyone is using their own way to combat the pervasive cold and danger on this land.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Just as the Duke was about to give the order to depart, the brief silence was broken by the flapping of wings on the northern horizon.

A jet-black raven descended from the sky and landed steadily on a servant's outstretched forearm.

It wore a collar inlaid with a deep blue gemstone around its neck, which gleamed strangely in the pale light of the day.

"A raven from the capital!" Rosso leaned closer, pursing his lips. "Every time I see one of these, nothing good ever comes of it."

Black ravens are a common and inexpensive means of communication used by the human kingdoms of the God-Forsaken Continent.

Black Ravens are hybrids of mortal crows and otherworldly blood crows from the period when the heavens and earth intersected. They are intelligent, fierce, and warlike by nature. Wearing a magic-suppressing crystal around their necks can effectively resist the infiltration of elven mental magic, making them the best choice for transmitting less important information.

As for more important intelligence, there is magical communication that can reach thousands of miles in an instant.

Unfortunately, those were the methods most favored by the wealthy nobles of the South.

Some wealthy, betrothed young nobles even secretly used magical communication to exchange love letters across vast distances!

Unfortunately, the North is not so luxurious. The North is already in a difficult situation, with a magical slump. In addition, the convergence of the heavens has made the long-distance magical communication network increasingly unstable in recent decades, and it is frequently interrupted.

In addition, the North is inherently barren and plagued by frequent wars. Ancient magical artifacts are becoming increasingly rare, and magical communication, which the dukes of the South could squander at will, has become a luxury in the North, only to be used in the most urgent situations.

Normally, we can only rely on these slower but very reliable black ravens to deliver messages.

If this continues, the North will likely be known not only as a barren and cold place, teeming with demons and scoundrels, but also as a place of "northern bumpkins" and "misers."

A scholar with white hair at the temples, wearing a self-heating magic robe, carefully removed the letter tube from the raven's leg, pried open the wax seal with a knife, unfolded the letter, quickly glanced at it, his expression changed slightly, and then bowed and handed it to the young duke.

Stark took the letter, his brow, which had never relaxed, furrowing into a knot once more.

"Lord Stark, the new order issued by the Prime Minister is unreasonable," the Maester's voice was low. "The Iron Fleet of the North suffered heavy losses in the previous war, and the North no longer has a large fleet! We are to find the remnants of the Mad Dragon King's bloodline and the relics of those who controlled the dragons of the Dragon Dynasty! We are simply incapable of searching, and I have always suspected that those things were secretly hidden by the Blood Lions who were the first to enter the city! Everyone knows that the Blood Lions are greedy and ruthless! The Blood Lions, who slaughtered all the Mad Dragon bloodlines, must have hidden crucial clues."

"But the Prime Minister's concerns are valid," Stark's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling undertone, "but their intelligence is outdated!"

A few days ago, the Iron Citizens' raiding fleet chased after the Mad Dragon Queen's fleet and it has been confirmed that she led the followers of the Mad Dragon Dynasty into the Devil's Sea!

If it were a heavily fortified, magically powerful fleet of mad dragons carrying magical artifacts, perhaps the new king and prime minister would have some reservations.

But they were orphans and widows fleeing in haste.

Intelligence indicates that they did not bring any archmage or equipment to evade the terrifying sea monsters and calamities of the Devil's Sea. Therefore, they are likely to perish in the jaws of the sea monsters.

He crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the fire.

The warriors of the North have just fought several fierce battles, their bodies barely cold, which has already delayed the planting of crops. And now the new lords in the capital want them to start a new military operation for some long-hidden and elusive dragon relics.

Didn't his sworn brother and the prime minister suspect these things?

Why have they become strangers?

In the young duke's mind, although the new king had a fondness for vegetarian chicken, most of the time, he and his adoptive father, the prime minister, were synonymous with integrity and justice.

With their intelligence, surely they could have guessed the Blood Lion's ambitions?

Perhaps they believe that marrying Blood Lion's daughter will hide some of the security risks.

My father once said that politics is the art of compromise.

I should have attended the coronation ceremony of the King's brother before returning!

The young duke pondered, while the scholar bowed, not daring to raise his head: "His Excellency the Prime Minister said that those descendants of the mad dragons hold the reins of power. When their last army departed, they took away the Dragon Dynasty's heirlooms, a large number of dragon eggs, and even the legendary artifacts that can summon dragons and angels. If we cannot completely eradicate them, once they hatch new dragons, they will surely threaten the new dynasty's rule. Therefore, the new king—is very worried."

"Worried?" Stark's young face was expressionless.

He closed his eyes, letting the cold wind brush against his cheeks, and the hopeful faces of the young soldiers flashed through his mind.

Then—without dragon knights, the raging dragons spewed dragonfire to burn the audacious dragon hunters; countless dragon-hunting crossbows powered by magic stones—many knights renowned throughout the Forsaken Continent perished on the battlefield—meteor earthquake cannons destroyed magically protected cities—even forbidden blood magic slaughtered innocent towns—light and terror hurricanes appeared on Dragon Island, at the Three-Forked River, and on—various battlefields.

Those nightmarish memories surfaced in the young duke's mind.

Thinking back to how he had miraculously survived the almost cataclysmic war, the young duke felt a chill run down his spine!

"Alas—no matter how much the king loathed and feared them, he shouldn't have used traps to poison those unclaimed dragons on Dragon Island. They should have strengthened their cooperation with the Blood Lions, and the newly hatched Storm Dragons need time to grow. The deaths of so many adult dragons have cost the kingdom its greatest military legacy; who knows if the kingdom's future rule will be unstable!"

Suppressing his worries, he opened his eyes again.

"Maester, reply to His Majesty the Chancellor." Stark's tone was eerily calm. "I will have the Black Harbor fleet continue reconnaissance around the Devil's Sea. If any remnants of the previous dynasty are found, they will be apprehended. But I expect them to don black robes, swear a magical blood oath, and join the Blackthorn Legion!"

Upon hearing this, the scholar breathed a slight sigh of relief, then reminded him, "Your Grace, at this moment, your personal order for the Blackthorn Knights and the Frozen Wolf Legion to begin their retreat—this matter will likely draw criticism from the capital."

Stark turned around and looked again at the three comets streaking across the sky, his gaze deep.

"Tell the Prime Minister and His Majesty the King in the letter."

"The northern border is bitterly cold, and the army and the Blackthorn Knights have been stationed on the border for three months, delaying the harvest! Now, stars have fallen and the heavens have converged, causing turmoil in the sealed forbidden lands. During the convergence of the heavens, alien races may invade at any time! The legion's primary task is to guard the forbidden lands of the Great Wall and eliminate the strange creatures that are harming the people."

He paused, then his voice became resolute.

"The North needs to ensure the safety of this region, and we don't have much power left for the time being. The King and the Prime Minister will understand!"

"OK."

"Also, have Scholar Ruben in the rear contact the various territories and tell them to strengthen their defenses."

"Yes, Lord Stark!"

After resting for a while, the troops continued their march on horseback.

Along the way, if we encounter any evil spirits or monsters that emerge when the sky meets the heavens, we kill most of them. Only a few targets with recycling value are captured and kept.

However, even if these high-value targets were humans from other worlds, their future would be extremely tragic if they did not believe in their gods.

These warriors acted swiftly and decisively. Although they were not the most professional exorcism force on the God-Forsaken Continent, they cleared out these miscellaneous creatures from the confluence of the heavens with ease and success.

They clearly have extensive cleaning experience.

There's no way around it; the environment in the North is like this, and the people have always been so simple and honest!

Ancient records indicate that the northern border of the Forsaken Continent was the richest territory during the ancient wars of the gods.

Unfortunately, a brutal war of gods took place in ancient times, which destroyed a large part of the northern territory and caused unstable ripples in spacetime. Although the gods built a lot of equipment to repair the spacetime ripples and correct this broken space, the phenomenon of celestial convergence became more and more frequent as the gods mysteriously left!

The most prominent features of the celestial convergence are twofold: one is the fusion of different worlds, which may involve invaders attacking this world.

The other is that the seal has loosened.

In this process, the harsh winter disaster on the continent abandoned by the gods and the ancient celestial convergence points in various places will all experience the phenomenon of the seals loosening!

In the northern part of the Forsaken Continent, the Winter Calamity is a rather unique phenomenon of energy loss of control on the Sacred Star.

The Winter Calamity is the severe environmental impact caused by the terrifying energy that spills out when the heavens meet.

This magical energy disturbs the desolation of nature, blurring the lines between summer and winter in the Forsaken Continent, especially in the North.

The continent of the Forsaken Gods often centers on the northern border, where spring and autumn are frequently absent.

Sometimes, after a few summers, you'll encounter a few winters.

The only time when extreme magical energy surges is during the long winter.

That's not all. The long winter represents the surge of magical energy from the convergence of the heavens, which in turn allows more invaders from other worlds to arrive in this world that has been repeatedly ravaged.

It's alright to encounter peaceful and righteous races, but the real problem is that near the northern border of the God-Forsaken Continent, at the intersection of the heavens, we keep encountering otherworldly races with extremely wicked and cruel character.

Demons, ghouls, water ghosts, bloodletting monsters, plagues, death curses —

Such a harsh environment, coupled with the occasional appearance of strange creatures from the celestial convergence zone, has led to frequent non-combat casualties among the people of the North.

The chaotic landscape has led to extremely high prices, plunging the North into a vicious cycle of extreme poverty. Food self-sufficiency is frequently a challenge.

The population here is naturally not thriving!

By the way, there's a saying in the God-Abandoned Continent: "I'd rather be a desert dog than a northerner!"

Don't be fooled by the fact that the noble lords of the North control the power of life and death over their subjects, the right of first night, and even the life tax of all commoners.

But the chaotic situation only allows them to protect themselves at best.

Sometimes, there have even been instances where, when clearing out the invading minions from the celestial convergence, the noble lords' troops were wiped out instead, resulting in an embarrassing situation.

The nobles and commoners of the North suffer the most, which is why the North, despite having the largest area of ​​the Forsaken Continent, has less than one-twentieth the population of that continent.

However, everyone knows that warriors emerge from remote and impoverished areas.

The people of the North are fierce and skilled in battle. A mature Northern warrior can easily defeat three weak Southern soldiers with equal equipment.

With equivalent equipment!

The distant Eastern Continent Empire and the Dragon Empire are happy to hire the Northern Winter Wolves mercenaries to fight against the frequently invading demons, ghouls, and orcs that have emerged from another world!

The young new duke of the North saw the three-tailed comet in the sky and, with a worried heart, headed to the Wall and the Sealed Lands to inspect the important locations.

Meanwhile, the other noble families and various factions on the God-Forsaken Continent also saw the three comets and the three tails behind them.

The northern border, deep in the mountains.

The dwarf Kurt was leaning against the entrance of the outpost cave, taking a big gulp of cheap ale in the cold wind.

The liquor burned his throat, and he let out a satisfied burp, his cloudy eyes glancing at the sky.

The next second, the wine bag in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

In the sky, three eerie crimson streaks tore through the gray firmament, like tears of blood shed by the gods.

"Three tails?" Kurt rubbed his eyes, leaned closer for a better look, and muttered, "Damn it, what kind of wild comet looks like this?"

He shook his big head, and some fragmented memories surfaced in his mind!

Could it be the legendary meeting of the heavens?

Thinking of the great calamity that my grandfather, who had passed away long ago, once mentioned, when the heavens met, a sense of foreboding welled up in my heart.

This unfortunate continent is likely to be in turmoil again.

Just as he was about to return to the cave to use that old-fashioned device to contact the rear, a flapping sound of wings came from afar.

Ga~

A glossy black raven landed precisely on the rock in front of him, tilting its head and staring at him with its tiny, beady black eyes.

"Black Raven, that damned messenger!"

Kurt pursed his lips and let out a sharp whistle.

He took out a few kernels of corn from the bag he had placed there, then took out a piece of dried rat meat, tore it open, and threw them over together.

The black ravens began pecking at the food without any hesitation, making a clattering sound.

Kurt took the opportunity to untie the small bamboo tube tied to its leg and take out the letter inside.

The letter was written in the scraggly script of humans and bore the Winter Wolf Seal of the Duke of the North.

With just one glance, Kurt's face darkened, turning ashen.

He clenched the letter, making a creaking sound, and muttered a curse: "Greedy humans! They've drained us dry, and now they want to suck our marrow dry!"

He turned and strode back to the outpost cave.

The cave was dark and damp, filled with the mixed smells of ale and campfire. This was the communication point for their mountain cave-dwelling half-human clan, usually guarded by only this old man.

Kurt walked to the deepest part of the cave, took out a heavy thing from a box lined with thick fur, and then plugged it in.

It was a wired cast iron telephone, its casing polished to a shine, each line like an old man's veins, intricate and intertwined.

He struggled to turn the handle next to the phone, listening to the piercing sound coming from inside.

"Hello! Hello! Wolfwood Outpost, this is Kurt!"

"I heard you! What is it? We saw the three-tailed comet too, and we were just about to ask you about it."

"It's not a comet!" Kurt said, suppressing his anger. "It's that newly appointed duke in the North; he wants us to mobilize our army again!"

"What?!"

A roar came from the other end of the phone, followed by the dull thud of a fist slamming onto the table.

"What are those treacherous human bastards up to now? The War of the Usurpers is barely over! We lost thousands of our good lads to help them legitimize the new king, and now they want us to risk our lives again?!"

The other party's anger almost burst out of the receiver.

Hearing the roar from the other end, Cornet moved some distance away. "Larry, don't panic. This isn't a civil war."

"Not a civil war?" Larry was clearly taken aback.

"It's preparation for war! To guard against the celestial convergence; that young duke is worried that alien races from other worlds might invade during that time!"

The other end of the line went silent instantly, with only heavy breathing remaining.

"Burp~"

After a while, Larry's voice rang out again after he had burped from the alcohol, and his anger had subsided considerably.

"So that's what happened—damn, that scared me. I understand, I'll report it to the clan chief immediately."

"What happened to those stubborn guys in the Frost and Snow Mountains?"

"Hmph, those stoneheads may be unruly, but they still have the legacy of their ancestors in their heads. They know how to protect their tribe." Larry paused. "Write a letter to the mountain clans to warn them. Hopefully, this won't be a bloodbath!"

"I understand. By the way, they said they discovered people—a human legion—from the north. Could it be that the humans are making some kind of move?"

"Without any action, the seal on the Devil's Sea remains in place. No one can enter the far north silently! Alright, I'm hanging up now."

"Wait, Larry!" Kurt suddenly spoke, his voice much lower. "You tell me—isn't this our chance? When the heavens meet, our race will surely usher in a major turning point! Perhaps—we won't have to hide in these mountains anymore!"

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, so long that Kurt thought the line had been cut off.

Just as he was about to crank the handle again to charge the old device, Larry's somber voice slowly came through.

"A great turning point?" He sneered. "If it really is a turning point, my valiant warriors will personally twist off the heads of those scumbag nobles and use their skulls as wine cups to comfort the spirits of our ancestors."

"I knew you weren't satisfied either, I understand."

"Click."

The call was abruptly disconnected, leaving only a busy tone.

Kurt stood there, holding the cold receiver. The cold wind from outside the cave rushed in, but he felt no chill. Instead, a long-suppressed fire burned in his chest.

"One day, my people—one day—"

"It is our inescapable duty to restore our nation's glory!"

Kurt closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then calmed himself down, sorted out the letters, and stuffed them into the warehouse in the cave behind.

They had been fighting with those humans for a long time, and if it weren't for their shrewdness and greater flexibility than other clans, they would have been wiped out long ago.

The cave-dwelling half-humans of the Mountain Clan are not as ill-tempered as the dwarf kingdom of the Frost Snow Mountains; they are good at assessing situations.

The new three-tailed comet, like a scar across the sky, is its ominous sign slowly spreading towards the heart of the God-Forsaken Continent.

In the vicinity of the Divine Lake, reclusive elves emerged from the woods, gazing up at the three eerie trails of flame.

As they sensed the still-solid aura of the sealed land not far away, a sense of relaxation finally appeared on their tense faces.

A dilapidated castle located near this forest area.

Some noble knights, who had nearly been wiped out due to their previous rebellion, looked astonished upon seeing the three-tailed comet in the sky, followed by ecstatic joy.

"Stars are falling, the heavens are converging—perhaps the Dragon Dynasty is not yet completely doomed!"

"We still have a chance!"

Comet Three-Tailed continued to move southward.

On the eastern coast of the God-Forsaken Continent, overlooking the majestic royal city overlooking the Blackwater River, no one could ignore this unusual celestial phenomenon.

The heart of this continent was once home to millions of lives.

However, the smoke of the previous war of usurpers, and the inhumane massacre that followed when the Blood Lion's bloodthirsty army breached the city through treachery, drastically reduced the city's population.

Months have passed, and although the wounds of war have been hastily covered up, the bloodshed and wailing hidden beneath the bricks and stones have never truly dissipated.

"Bang!"

In the heart of the towering royal city, the political center of the continent, the heavy oak doors of the Royal Council Hall were violently slammed open by a tremendous force.

The new king, who was over two meters tall, strode back to his palace like a furious bear. Because he was uncomfortable, his magnificent robes were torn and twisted.

"A pack of insatiable jackals! A pack of vultures that only circle over corpses!"

He grabbed a wine glass from the table, downed the wine in one gulp, and then smashed it on the ground.

"You dare ask me for a seat among the capital's high-ranking officials? You want to lower taxes in their territories? Do you think my warhammer is rusty? You actually want to take a slice of the Storm King's spoils?"

He roared, his chest heaving violently.

Those nobles who argued with him in the council chambers were, in his eyes, more detestable than the most stubborn enemies on the battlefield.

Until he saw the eerie red light in the sky through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of his bedroom.

Three-tailed comet.

The new king's anger froze instantly.

Then, his eyes darted around, and a piercing light burst forth from his deep blue eyes.

"Ha! Hahahaha!" He burst into laughter, the sound shaking the windowpanes. "An oracle! This is an oracle!"

He turned around and grabbed the collar of the trembling Grand Secretary behind him.

"Go write letters! Tell everyone that the corrupt Mad Dragon Dynasty is rotten to the core, and the newly born Storm Dragon will rule this continent forever! The Three-Tailed Comet is the oracle of the new dynasty!"

His spittle sprayed all over the old scholar's face.

"Also, tell those ignorant fools in the Rose family that if they dare to cling to the bones of that dead dragon, my army will raze their territory and uproot their prickly, broken rose!"

"Yes—yes, Your Majesty." The aged Grand Secretary practically tumbled and crawled to write the imperial edict.

The king finally breathed a sigh of relief and casually collapsed onto the soft couch covered with thick bearskin.

Two scantily clad, long-eared elves with magical shackles around their necks immediately approached.

One stood up and massaged his shoulders, while the other knelt before the king and brought a peeled piece of fruit to his lips.

"Mad Dragon's maids, weren't you so arrogant? Ah, hahaha—why aren't you arrogant now?"

Several long-eared elves lowered their heads, not daring to look at the king.

"It's boring. It's really boring!"

Seeing that the elves dared not resist and were chewing on the fruit, the king felt utterly bored.

In the end, his gaze drifted to a woman standing in another corner, dressed in fine clothes but with empty eyes.

She was the daughter of a defeated nobleman.

This nobleman had used the most despicable means to slaughter innocent civilians. Now, though he had died in battle, his daughter, who inherited his noble blood, had been captured by the new king.

She wore clothes that would easily provoke men, and her former arrogance and aloofness had long since vanished.

"Hahahaha—Let those old fogies who still cling to the Mad Dragon bloodline see what happens."

He chuckled at the woman beside him, his voice not loud, but loud enough for the noble lady to hear clearly.

The other person trembled and dared not look at the king!

"Honor? Chivalry? Can they put food on the table? I rely on my warhammer to crush them one by one! That's what I call awesome! Hahahaha—"

Having said that, he pushed aside several long-eared elf slaves and walked towards them with a smile.

The two long-eared elven slave girls exchanged a furtive glance, and one of the elves, whose eyes emitted a faint purple glow, lowered her head.

After drinking, the new king felt his destructive urges surge and he wanted to wage a fierce battle.

"Go, go find some more women!!!!"

the next day.

His new queen, a political marriage from the ally, the Lion Family, entered surrounded by a host of maids. The decadent smell in the bedchamber made her frown.

"Your Majesty, you should attend to state affairs." She gritted her teeth, her voice as cold as ice.

"I'm not going!" The king didn't even look up, grabbing a bottle of wine and chugging it down while hurling insults at the cruelly defeated daughter. "Those nobles only know how to talk—all sorts of sarcastic and obscure negotiations! Talking to them is more tiring than fighting a war!"

"But you are the King! The most honorable person in the kingdom!"

"Because I am the king, everything I conquer, whatever I say, is law!" The king kicked aside the maidservant serving him, sat up abruptly, and glared at her impatiently. "Let that old man do it! Hasn't he always wanted to be the Hand of the King? Let him be it to his heart's content!"

As he spoke, he casually grabbed the crown that was lying to the side and tossed it into the queen's arms like trash.

The crown was very hard, and it made the queen stumble.

She looked at the crown that symbolized supreme power, swallowed slightly, then smiled and looked up at the king.

She thought the king would chat with her, but he didn't even glance at her. Instead, he turned and embraced a tall prostitute, his large hand roaming freely.

The queen's fingernails dug into her palms involuntarily, her overflowing hatred almost impossible to conceal.

"Damn, still not enough."

The king complained gruffly, then suddenly seemed to remember something, and his eyes lit up.

"Where are the long-eared ones? I want fresh long-eared ones! Catch those elves! Those things are so much fun to play with!!!"

"Where's the wine? Where's the alcohol?"

Several beautiful, long-eared elves, hidden in a corner, emerged on their knees, carrying platters of wine and fruit. They then respectfully presented the fruit and wine to the king.

"Fuck me! You stupid pig!"

While various factions on the God-Forsaken Continent were stirring up trouble because of the newly appeared three-tailed comet, the human exploration team was also sorting out the latest clues about the other world!

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