Elven cultivators

In the northern part of the continent, at Bloodhowl Fortress.

The spacious hall was unusually noisy, with people constantly moving about, and the sounds of footsteps and chatter rising and falling.

Giant water screens floated around the hall, displaying real-time scenes of orc armies marching, setting up camp, and patrolling.

A large amount of intelligence was transmitted through various channels, and after being screened and sorted by the subordinates, it was finally summarized and passed on to Gormash and the elders at the innermost part of the hall.

"The vanguard has reached Ash Wasteland and is encamped fifty kilometers outside Deeprock City."

"The scouts encountered enemy scouts about 20 kilometers from Deeprock City. After a battle, both sides suffered casualties and retreated."

"Lord Gidi has already dispatched more scouts, preparing to cross Deeprock City and penetrate deep into the eastern part of the continent to gather more detailed intelligence on the Silvermoon Clan's army."

"The main force is ready and can depart at any time..."

As Gormash listened to his subordinates' reports, his gaze swept back and forth across the magic sand table.

Over the years, Bloodhowl Fortress has planted many spies in the eastern part of the continent, mainly to gather intelligence on the Silvermoon Clan.

However, the Silvermoon Clan spares no effort in counter-espionage, employing a variety of strange and unique methods, which are remarkably effective.

As a result, the closer they got to the Primordial Spirit Realm, the more difficult it became for the spies to operate.

Especially the core territory of the Silvermoon Clan.

Very few spies were able to successfully establish a foothold in the Green Heights and the Thunder River Basin.

As for Eldron Plains... it's completely impenetrable.

After all, even the native forces of Eldron Plains have migrated away.

Nowadays, only members of the Silvermoon Clan can live and stay in the entire Eldron Plains for extended periods.

Once outsiders enter, they will be under the constant surveillance of the Silvermoon Clan.

There was simply no room for the spies to operate.

As a result, Bloodhowl Fortress has difficulty obtaining full information on the movements of the Silvermoon Clan's army; it can only detect a portion and make inferences based on that.

"Based on the intelligence we currently have, although the Silvermoon Clan is assembling an army to fight, they don't seem to be taking it very seriously..."

The officer in charge of compiling intelligence became noticeably hesitant towards the end.

Gormash and the elders also frowned.

Faced with their attack, where did the Silvermoon Clan get the confidence not to fight back with all their might?

This is far too abnormal.

"...Perhaps our intelligence gathering was incomplete, and we missed some crucial details."

An elder hesitated before speaking.

The other elders exchanged glances and remained silent.

This seems to be the only reasonable explanation.

"In any case, we must not let our guard down; the military strength of the Silvermoon Clan should not be underestimated."

Gormash glanced around before finally settling on Rexxar.

"Rexxar, once the teleportation array in Ash Wasteland is set up, you will immediately set off there, lead the vanguard to take Deeprock City, and then wait for the main force to arrive. In the meantime, send additional personnel to gather intelligence."

"After that, the elders and I will also go to Deeprock City."

Upon hearing this, Elder Jinna laughed and said, "Great Chief, you don't need to go in person. The Silver Moon Clan only has one Saint in Andong, and the rest of us are enough to handle it."

The elders present all nodded in agreement.

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The Silvermoon Clan is excellent in all other aspects, but its weakness lies in its top-tier combat strength, which is well-known.

As far as they knew, the entire Silvermoon Clan had only one saint, Andon.

Although this saint has reached the pinnacle of sainthood and joined the ranks of the continent's top powerhouses.

However, Bloodhowl Fortress also has two Saints at the pinnacle.

In addition, the number of Saints in the Resonance Realm and the Sanctification Realm exceeds thirty.

Not to mention Gormash, the divine being.

In terms of top-tier combat power, the Silvermoon Clan isn't even worthy of carrying the shoes of Bloodhowl Fortress.

Even without Gormash's intervention, the two elders of the Saintly Peak combined would be enough to deal with Anton.

After a moment's thought, Gormash nodded in agreement.

As the Warchief, unless absolutely necessary, it is best to remain in Bloodhowl Fortress and not leave easily, lest someone take advantage of the situation.

Just as everyone was about to continue discussing strategies, their expressions suddenly changed, and they all turned to look out the window into the distance.

At that moment, they all clearly sensed a powerful and immense aura rising into the sky from that direction.

"Such a powerful aura!" Elder Jinna exclaimed solemnly. "At least at the peak of the Saint realm. Who is it?"

Gormash narrowed his eyes and stood up.

"Go and see for yourself."

The newcomer was clearly deliberately exuding an aura to announce their arrival.

Since that's the case, he wanted to see who was so bold as to come to the heart of Bloodhowl Fortress to make their presence felt.

The elders exchanged glances and then stood up.

The group immediately rushed outside.

Rexxar followed.

A tall, slender figure hovered in mid-air above the plains more than ten kilometers from Bloodhowl Fortress, his moon-white robe fluttering slightly in the breeze.

When Gormash and the others saw who it was, they were all taken aback.

They never expected that Anton would appear here.

Gormash and the others' first reaction was to spread their senses and explore their surroundings.

No matter how they searched, they couldn't find any other elves around.

Seeing this, Gormash and the others became even more astonished.

Did Anton really come alone?

What was his purpose in doing this?

The facts before them were so unbelievable that Gormash and the others fell silent for a moment.

Anton, seeing this, smiled wryly: "No need to guess, it's just me."

Gormash frowned and stared at him: "What are you planning?"

"It's nothing," Anton said. "I just wanted to talk to you."

"What are you talking about?"

"The Abyss is about to open; now is not the time to wage war. You should withdraw your troops."

Gormash and the others all looked strange, almost thinking they had misheard.

Anton came all the way to the entrance of Bloodhowl Fortress just to say this?

The legendary Meteor Dragon Sword Saint was actually such a naive person?

Gormash had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he kept a straight face.

"You think you can make us withdraw with just words? You're overestimating yourself."

"If you want to avoid war, the Silvermoon Clan must publicly announce their surrender to us, voluntarily submit to become our vassal race, and hand over the technology to forge the Flying Sun Tower and the Soaring Cloud Flying Boat."

Elder Jinna looked at Anton and sneered repeatedly: "The Silver Moon Clan is not the Emerald Court, and has no right to ask us for peace."

In his view, Anton clearly knew that the Silvermoon Clan was no match for Bloodhowl Fortress, so he took the initiative to seek peace.

It's just that young geniuses often have their own pride and can't bring themselves to say those evasive things.

But he deliberately prevented the other party from having their way.

If you're going to surrender, you should have the attitude of surrender!

However, Anton didn't even glance at him. He just stared at Gormash for a while, sighed softly, and shook his head.

"As expected, it's too difficult to convince you with just words."

"We need to try a different approach."

Gormash and the others were slightly taken aback, wondering what Anton meant by those words. The next second, a golden light leaped out from Anton's chest, multiplying into two, then four... In an instant, thousands of densely packed black gold sword lights swept in like a storm.

Seeing this, Gormash and the others' first reaction was not panic, but absurdity.

Is this guy crazy?

How dare they take the initiative to attack them?

How is this any different from courting death?