Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

He tried to rush to the portal in the central square (not the one leading to the abyss, but a normal city portal), but suddenly, a huge crack appeared in the ground beneath his feet!

As luck would have it, the crack opened right at the portal, and with a bang, the portal was destroyed!

This seemed to trigger some kind of mechanism, and countless cracks appeared in the city's ground.

A terrifyingly high temperature began to rise.

Manco...you're fucking insane!!!

Zul'jin stood rooted to the spot, and with a cry of despair, "Ahhhhhhh!!", he once again perished in the explosion that claimed the city's life!

[System Notification: You have died. Killer: Manco! The equipment "Mad King's Skirt Armor (Legendary)" has dropped...]

"Ding! You have achieved the achievement: Extreme Double Flight!"

"Manco! You son of a bitch, you son of a bitch... I'll kill you! A thousand times! That's not enough!!"

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At the same time, in the western sea, on an unnamed island.

Manco sat on the beach, his face ashen.

A series of notifications appeared on the system panel in front of him:

[System Notification: Your main city, South Zul'Shlag, has been destroyed (Legion Bomb detonated)]

[System notification: You have lost your title of City Lord]

[System Note: This bomb was set and activated by you.]

[System Notification: It has been detected that you are also directly responsible for the destruction of West Zul'Shlag. 5000000 reputation points have been deducted from your current reputation: -4730230]

[System Notification: Due to your low reputation, you will be marked as a "sworn enemy" when encountering troll NPCs. You will be unable to form alliances with any troll NPCs, nor will you be able to unlock or use the troll shop.]

[System Prompt: You currently have no main city affiliation. If you do not designate or establish a new main city within 30 days, you and your players will be forcibly stripped of your player status and converted into wild monsters.]

Manco's hands trembled as he looked at the prompts.

It's all over.

The city is gone, the title is gone, and the reputation has turned negative...

What's even more troublesome is—

He opened his friends list and looked at the hundreds of grayed-out names.

They were all his men who died in battle.

Furthermore, all those who didn't die in the battle went to the Abyss, but now... the portal must have been destroyed in the city explosion!

They're not coming back.

I can't get over it myself.

He only had about four hundred players left under his command, who were gradually resurrecting.

A few unlucky souls were thrown somewhere because the Demon Abyss portal was unstable and they can't get back yet...

"Suicide resurrection..." Manco murmured, "The only option is to let them commit suicide and resurrect, then regroup at a different respawn point..."

He needs people right now!

However, suicide and resurrection mean that most of the supplies they brought to the abyss will be left behind there, and death itself will also drop a lot of items... As for whether they will happen to encounter the rift leading there again, who knows when.

Moreover, even if you commit suicide, where do you choose to respawn?

The south city was bombed, the west city was bombed, and the east city is in Mosh's hands.

If a main city is not designated immediately, these troll players will be randomly resurrected in any secondary town or stronghold of the troll faction—and Mankor currently has no suitable city to serve as the main city.

"Zulkin..." Manco suddenly thought of Zulkin.

Yes, Zulkin.

Although West City was bombed, Zuljin seems to still have a decent city. At this moment, the two sides can only stick together for warmth.

But this thought was quickly shattered by another system notification.

Your friend "Zul'jin Skullbreaker" has been killed.

"Ding! You have obtained the title: Send Him for a Trip!"

Manco's pupils constricted suddenly.

Zuljin... is dead again?

It seems they were blown up and killed in the south of the city?

The question is... why did he go to the south of the city? Did he want to help me defend the city?

No, wait! He probably went there to confront them, right? But then, to his bad luck, he ran into an explosion!

Heaven help me, he was the one who schemed the first time, but this second time it has nothing to do with him!

But the question is, can Zulkin be trusted?

"It's over..." Manco slumped onto the beach. "It's all over..."

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Central Square in East Zurshlag.

Mosh stood on the high platform.

Below the stage was a dense crowd, larger than any troll player; everyone had been forcibly gathered here.

"I know many of you are not convinced by me." Mosh's voice, amplified by magic, echoed throughout the square. "You think I'm a traitor, a coward, a piece of trash who only got to this position by sucking up to humans."

Whispers arose from the audience.

Many trolls did indeed look at him with disdain and anger.

Mosh doesn't care.

He continued, "You think a true troll king should be as brave as Zul'jin or as cunning as Mankor—not a coward like me who only hides behind humans."

"But I want to tell you something," Mosh said, "what are you in Zulkin and Manco's eyes?"

He paused for a moment, then his voice suddenly rose:

"They're pawns! Cannon fodder! Tools that can be sacrificed at any time!"

"West City has been destroyed. Did Zul'jin care about the lives of the ordinary trolls in the city? No! He only cares about his throne and his power!"

"The south city was bombed. Did Manco care about his men who couldn't evacuate in time? No! He only cared about whether he could escape to his new home!"

"But I'm different."

"I admit I am weak, I admit I am afraid of death, and I admit I need to rely on Lord Liu Nian to secure this position."

"But at least I won't treat my own kind like trash that can be discarded at will!"

"East City is still here. You are still alive. Your homes weren't blown to bits—because it was me, Mosh, who saved this city before Lord Liu Nian! It was me who endured humiliation and infamy to protect you!"

"Yes, I don't have your backbone, I don't have your courage and fearlessness, but I can keep you alive! Only when you're alive can we talk about these things!"

"Then let me continue to bear the infamy and prolong your lives!"

The whispers from the audience gradually subsided.

Many trolls seemed to waver slightly in their gaze.

Although I don't want to admit it, it is indeed a fact that Dongcheng was neither attacked nor bombed.

If it weren't for Mosh, that traitor, East City would probably have been the first to be sent to heaven.

So what will happen to them when they lose their main city?

Mosh gave them some time to process and reflect, then looked down at a certain direction in the audience—where Didasu was looking at him with a cold smile, his eyes full of mockery.

The "crown prince" appointed by Gongke has been secretly building up his power base and has spoken ill of him behind his back.

Mosh snorted coldly. The emotional appeal was over; now it was time to use some ruthless methods to intimidate them! He'd start with you!!

"Didasu," Mosh called out.

Didasu was taken aback, then raised his head and said disdainfully, "What, is something wrong?"

"Yes." Mosh admitted directly, "I heard that you said in private that I am not worthy to be the city lord at all, that I am a lackey of humans, and that the real city lord should be you—because you are the successor designated by Gunk."

Didasu's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure: "Isn't what I said the truth?"

"Hmph! I, a traitor, can protect this city; can you, a great hero, do the same?"

Didasu's expression changed again, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "So what if I die? At least I'll die standing!! Brothers, those who want to fight with me, kill this kid and take the crown from him!!"

Didasu raised his arm and shouted, ready to start the rebellion immediately!