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

Meanwhile, in Ironjaw Fortress, the main city of the Pigmen.

The cold moonlight pierced through the thick clouds and shone on the grotesque city forged from bones and black iron.

Inside the chieftain's hall, King Grom the Pig was patiently cutting the meat in front of him with a bone knife when suddenly, heavy footsteps approached from afar, and a scout practically rolled into the hall.

"Your Majesty!" The scout's voice trembled violently, not from fear, but from barely suppressed ecstasy.

Grom narrowed his eyes and glanced at him casually: "What's the panic? Have the humans attacked?"

"No, no!" The scout swallowed hard, trying to make his voice clear. "The human capital—Azure Town—has been confirmed destroyed! They...they've lost their capital!"

"Clatter".

The bone knife in Grom's hand fell to the ground.

He slowly sat up straight, his single eye glaring like a copper bell: "You... say it again?" He could hardly believe what he had just heard.

"The human capital is gone! It's been blown up! Blown up by their own people!" The scout's voice suddenly rose, his face flushed with excitement, drool dripping from his mouth. "The ratmen sent a message saying that the human players are internally divided! Their Dragon Kingdom faction—that is, Wu Zhan, Liu Nian, and those black-haired bastards—has announced their complete withdrawal from the human alliance. The remaining so-called Western faction cowards are now blaming each other, fighting like dogs, a complete mess! There isn't even a single person willing to step forward and take responsibility!"

Grom opened his mouth, then opened it again, still finding it hard to believe. His greatest threat had just collapsed on its own?

He was silent.

He remained silent for a full half minute; who was he communicating with?

The entire chieftain's hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The pigman guards on both sides looked at each other, all feeling that the news was simply too outrageous.

Then--

"Hahahahahaha—!!!"

The maniacal laughter was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, causing dust to fall from the ceiling of the chieftain's hall and even the skull chandelier hanging from the beam to shake violently. Grom laughed so hard he almost fell over, then slammed his fist into the armrest of the throne. With a muffled "boom," the black stone armrest exploded with spiderweb-like cracks, sending debris flying everywhere.

"Get lost! Internal strife! These humans are actually fighting amongst themselves!!!"

Grom laughed until tears streamed down his face. He kicked over the wine table in front of him, spilling amber wine all over the floor, but he didn't care. He just laughed loudly, "The capital city is destroyed! The capital city is fucking gone!! They blew themselves up! Hahaha! Those stupid humans actually blew up their own home! I thought only goblins would do something like this!"

"Your Majesty is wise! Humans are indeed no match for you!" The pig-man guards on both sides grinned wildly, revealing mouthfuls of sharp tusks.

Grom stopped laughing abruptly, a bloodthirsty crimson light flashing in his single eye—the kind of excitement only a wild beast smelling blood would have.

"At this moment—" he said, emphasizing each word, "I'll strike while he's down and take his life!"

He stepped onto the broken wine table, his rough hands grabbing the two-handed greatsword "Unbreakable Oath" leaning against the throne. The blade whistled as it sliced ​​through the air.

"Pass on my orders!"

He paused, then grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp, yellow teeth: "First Battle Group 'Bonebreakers,' Third Battle Group 'Blackblood,' Fifth Battle Group 'Gutbreaker,' all assemble! Sharpen your fangs, prepare to attack the human race!"

"Roar!!!" The guards roared like wild beasts.

However, at that moment, a hoarse voice rang out from the side.

"Your Majesty, I think... we should still be cautious."

Grom frowned and turned to look. It was the Ancestral Throat who spoke, stroking his bone staff, a cautious glint in his white eyes.

"Careful?" Grom scoffed. "You think humans would blow up their own capital just to trick us? Is there any tactic this stupid? Playing with their own lives?"

The Throat of the Ancestor shook his head: "That's not what I'm worried about. I'm worried about... those Dragon Kingdom players."

Grom's smile faded slightly.

"Your Majesty," the Ancestral Throat stepped forward, tapping the ground with his bone staff, "the Dragon Kingdom players are the strongest fighting force in the human camp. Their sudden announcement of 'withdrawing from the Alliance' at this time seems too coincidental, doesn't it? Perhaps… they are simply forced into this situation, feigning internal strife while actually waiting for our attack, then lying in ambush!"

Grom narrowed his single eye, remained silent for a moment, and slowly nodded: "It's not impossible."

He sat back on the throne, his rough fingers tapping the broken armrests with dull thuds.

"Those Dragon Kingdom players are indeed troublesome." He had to admit that the guy named Liu Nian had easily slaughtered a large number of pigmen. Even though he had made so many preparations last time, he was still completely outmaneuvered by the other party! Thinking about it now still makes his teeth itch.

"Give the order—" Grom said in a deep voice, "Have all the artisans from the Shadowfang, Stoneclaw, and Skullswamp clans work overtime! I want Ironjaw Fortress up and moving by at least a week!"

"yes!"

In preparation for the upcoming Ascension War, each race is preparing a major offensive.

The goblins are building a massive, devastating doomsday cannon that can wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop!

The pigmen have summoned giant ancient war boars and are migrating their capital city to the back of the behemoth, turning it into a mobile fortress.

The ratmen are constantly digging underground, constructing complex ratman tunnels, and continuously using biotechnology to breed Titan-level plague rats...

There's also the Heart of Elune of the Demon Bear Clan, and the Eagleborn's innate air superiority...

Even the players from the other region have their own unique skills: the trolls' three-way dominance, the Abe's hive cities, the centaurs' mobile camps, and the amphibious murlocs' underwater fortresses...

You could say they all have unique skills!

Grom abruptly turned and strode back to the throne.

"The throat of our ancestors!"

"exist!"

"Contact the ratmen and goblins." Grom's smile vanished, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. "Tell them I propose a three-way alliance, taking advantage of the human civil war, to wipe out all their remaining secondary cities in one fell swoop! Leave no one alive!"

"Without a main city, if humanity can't rebuild a new one within thirty days, they'll all become monsters!" Grom's voice echoed in the hall. "Then, they'll be fat sheep to be slaughtered, killed and eaten however they please!"

"And—" He remembered something, a cruel smile spreading across his lips, "Tomorrow morning, drag that human named Bob out of the dungeon! Perform a blood sacrifice in front of the entire army! Let the gods see our determination to conquer humanity!"

"Yes, sir!"