Elven cultivators

In the year 9531 of the Dawn Calendar, the Emerald Court allied with the Free Alliance.

The armies of the two major powers merged at the western and central borders, linking the defensive lines into one.

Millions of soldiers were deployed along the border, relying on the terrain and fortifications to hold back the northward torrent of the dead.

Thus, including the eastern defense line established by the Silvermoon Clan, an encirclement around the northern part of the continent has begun to take shape.

The undead army that surged out of Windwailing Canyon was firmly locked in the north by this invisible shackle that stretched for tens of thousands of miles, and was temporarily unable to sweep across and spread.

Bloodhowl Fortress and Heart of the Mountains were forced to band together in the north and struggle to hold on.

Meanwhile, the undead army, which had devoured numerous towns in the northern part of the continent, had expanded its strength several times over and launched an even more ferocious offensive.

In the year 9532 of the Dawn Calendar, Igni, the Frostbone King, one of the six great lords, led his army to attack the western defense line, resulting in a fierce battle with the Free Alliance army.

In the same year, the Stonefall Titan Graax attacked the central defense line and engaged in fierce battle with the Emerald Court.

The peace of the southern part of the mainland, which was originally separated from the northern part by the central region and thus spared from the ravages of war, was soon shattered.

In the year 9533 of the Dawn Calendar, the giant whale Moloch, leading the undead sea race, broke through the relatively weak defenses of the Free Alliance and the Emerald Court in the sea direction, landed on the southeast coast, and entered the southern region.

The torrent of the dead swept southward along the coastline, engulfing fishing towns, ports, and trading posts one by one. Thick smoke rose from the coastal towns, piercing the sky and visible from dozens of kilometers away.

The major powers in the south had no choice but to join forces and set up layers of defenses along the coastline in an attempt to halt the advance of the undead army.

However, lacking a strong enough leader and unified command, their resistance was like a dam built of loose sand, peeling away layer by layer under the erosion of the tide, and retreating step by step.

It wasn't until the Tide Temple dispatched a large sea-folk army to attack the undead army from the flank, forcing them to divide their forces to deal with the situation, that the Southern Alliance was able to catch its breath.

In just a few years, the flames of war have spread across the entire continent.

The calamity of the dead is escalating.

Also in the year 9532 of the Dawn Calendar, a new army of undead arrived at the northern border.

Various factions sent out spies to investigate and discovered that a large number of Nether Dragons were accompanying the army.

They even discovered a figure that resembled the King of the Underworld.

At this time, only a little over a hundred years had passed since the destruction of the Dragon Court. The shadow cast by the dragon race had not yet completely dissipated when a new undead race, the Nether Dragon, which was said to have been transformed from the first generation of dragons, appeared, immediately attracting the attention of many races and forces.

In an instant, countless eyes were focused on this battlefield on the northern border.

Even the Bloodhowl Fortress, which was already in dire straits, was no exception.

Northern part of the mainland, border area.

High in the clear blue sky, two young men dressed in gray robes stood side by side.

The shorter young man gazed at the layered tree canopies in the distance, his face filled with undisguised curiosity.

"How do you think the Silvermoon Clan managed to create such a large forest in such a short time?"

"Elves are naturally good at planting trees," the taller young man shrugged.

"These aren't ordinary trees," the short young man said with a smirk.

Every tree in the distant forest was bathed in a visible halo, proving to everyone that this was no ordinary forest.

Moreover, in their perception, the entire forest was surrounded by a faint energy network, like countless fine threads intertwining and weaving in the air, connecting the entire forest into a whole, exhaling an aura of laws that was hard to ignore.

This forest is very likely a large magic array.

The tall young man naturally knew this as well, and stared at the forest without saying a word.

The Silvermoon Clan was renowned for its expertise in constructing large-scale magic array systems. Back when the Silvermoon Clan was just a small clan on the Eldron Plains, they once used magic arrays to repel the attack of the army of Kreisor Dragon City and even repel the guardian dragon.

Later, the Primordial Spirit Realm was said to have been equipped with a large number of magic arrays, becoming an elven holy land on par with the City of Ten Thousand Trees.

It is said that the energy concentration inside is incredibly high, and the cultivation speed inside is much faster than outside.

With these initiatives preceding them, everyone was naturally curious about the purpose of the forest established by the Silvermoon Clan.

The tall young man looked around.

At this moment, scattered and floating figures can be vaguely seen in the sky above the forest from all directions.

Those were all spies sent by various factions.

Although the Silvermoon Clan sealed off the surrounding airspace, prohibiting all airships and flying mounts from taking off and staying in the air.

But they turn a blind eye to these spellcasters.

It's obvious that completely banning spying is unlikely.

Noticing his companion's gaze, the short youth couldn't help but sigh, "The war here is really getting a lot of attention."

The tall young man nodded slightly: "After all, both sides in the war are eye-catching entities. The Silver Moon Clan goes without saying; their past achievements are simply too glorious, and they always win unexpected victories."

Their performance this time is also highly anticipated.

As for the enemy forces, it's because of the existence of the Dark Dragon.

As a dragon species even older than the Dragon Court Dragons, the Nether Dragons are far more terrifying than ordinary dragons.

Most of the towns that have fallen in the north recently were the work of the Dark Dragon.

Several saints from top-tier forces even died under the claws of the Nether Dragon.

In just a few years, the infamous reputation of the Dark Dragon had spread throughout the entire continent.

If even ordinary Nether Dragons are this terrifying, how strong must Darkwing, one of the six lords, be?

Just then, the tall young man's expression suddenly changed, and he looked into the distance.

The short youth quickly sensed something and looked up.

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A thin, grayish-white line emerged from the horizon.

It spread, thickened, and rose to both sides at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a gray-white tide that stretched across the field of vision.

It was the army of the undead.

Vast and boundless, stretching endlessly.

The low-ranking skeleton beasts and skeleton warriors formed a loose yet dense horizontal formation, surrounding the front ranks of undead soldiers as they slowly advanced.

Interspersed among them were even larger bone giants and rock beasts, like reefs occasionally floating in a gray-white torrent, towering above the surrounding figures, their every step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

"Isn't this quantity... a bit too much?"

The short young man couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

The tall young man's expression turned solemn: "It seems that the Underworld is serious. This force probably numbers two or three million. It seems that the fallen towns in the north have provided the undead with a lot of troops."

While focusing their attack on the north and having some of their forces tied up in the western and central defenses, the undead were still able to send out so many undead to attack the Silvermoon Clan. The undead's military strength was expanding faster than many people had expected.

Realizing this, the two felt a little heavy-hearted and began to worry about the future of the mainland. But they quickly forgot about their worries.

Behind the undead army, at the edge of the sky, countless black dots were surging out from the edge of the clouds.

At first, there were only a few scattered spots, like a drop of ink falling into clear water and slowly spreading, but in the blink of an eye, it spread into a moving dark curtain.

The tall young man immediately cast an Eagle Eye spell on himself, instantly enhancing his vision several times over, allowing him to quickly see the true face of the dark curtain.

They were enormous, dark dragons whose bodies were composed of skeletons and energy.

Even from a great distance, the two could feel the oppressive aura that was mixed with a chilling and decaying atmosphere.

That wasn't just the dragon's might; it also contained a sense of rejection that came from the depths of the soul.

It's as if living things are naturally meant to stay away from this kind of existence.

"It seems I haven't seen the Underworld Dragon King."

The short youth also used his Eagle Eye technique, scanning the dragons but finding no target.

The tall young man pondered, "Perhaps the Nether Dragon King intends to have his subordinates deplete the Silver Moon Clan's strength first."

The short youth glanced at the distant forest defense line and nodded in agreement. If he were the Dark Dragon King, he wouldn't recklessly charge that obviously formidable defense line without any prior knowledge.

The undead continued to surge forward like a torrent, and the outline of the treeline gradually became clear in the field of vision.

The scouts silently distanced themselves, casting spells to observe the battlefield, waiting for the moment when the Silver Moon Clan would truly reveal their forest defense line.