Elven cultivators

As the sun set, the war finally came to an end.

The last undead soldier staggered and fell to the ground under the elven warrior's sword, its withered body hitting the ground with a dull thud, and then it did not move again.

The battlefield finally quieted down.

The disciples of Taichu City stepped out of the formation and dispersed along the edge of the battlefield, taking out their Soul Gathering Banners and shaking them in the wind.

The moment the banner was unfurled, an invisible suction force spread out from the banner.

The grayish-white death aura that permeated the battlefield and was almost solidified was drawn in from all directions and surged toward the banner, rushing to disappear into it.

The deathly aura gradually thinned in the twilight.

Only after confirming that there was no trace of death energy remaining in the sky above the battlefield did the disciples put away the Soul Gathering Banner and turn to walk towards the forest defense line.

Meanwhile, the soldiers of the half-elf legion and the foreign legion had already filed into the battlefield and began to clean up the battlefield in an orderly manner.

As for the scouts watching the battle, they quickly relayed the results back to their own forces as soon as the war was nearing its end.

The outcome of this battle spread like wildfire, unsurprisingly igniting a frenzy across the entire continent.

In just one day, the undead army of millions was completely wiped out, and the military power displayed by the Silvermoon Clan once again refreshed everyone's understanding of them. However, this was not the most shocking thing.

What truly silenced the entire continent was that Darkwing, one of the six undead lords, actually died at the hands of Anton.

Back when the Scourge had just broken out, people's understanding of the six undead lords was limited to the descriptions in the Silvermoon Clan's intelligence booklet; they had no more concrete concept of them.

However, as the war intensified, the six major lords made their moves one after another.

King Igni of Frost led his army to attack the western defenses, clashing head-on with the Free Alliance. Wherever his frost passed, the earth cracked and split.

The Stonefall Titan, Graax, attacked the central defense line and engaged in a fierce battle with the elite forces of the Emerald Court for many days. Its body was taller than the city wall, and a single punch could smash half of the city wall.

The giant whale Moloch led the undead sea race to land on the southeast coast, unleashing a raging tsunami that even the Tide Temple dared not confront directly.

Even in the northern part of the continent, there are records of both the Howling Banshee Celine and the Pale Hand Charon making their moves.

The power displayed by these undead lords was terrifying.

Darkwing, the Nether Dragon King, who is on par with these five undead lords, cannot be weak.

Not to mention it's a dragon.

Yet this very person died at Anton's hands. Moreover, according to intelligence gathered from various sources, the battle was almost a one-sided rout, with no stalemate or back-and-forth fighting from beginning to end.

This is truly unexpected.

This Fallen Dragon Sword Saint once again shocked the entire continent with his glorious achievements.

......

At the intersection of the central and western defense lines, a castle built of gray stone stands between two continuous mountain ridges.

This is the forward command post jointly established by the Free Alliance and the Jade Court, where the high-ranking officers of the two armies discuss the war.

Inside the council chamber, the long table was mostly empty on both sides.

Rough wood burned in the fireplace, and the firelight danced on the rough stone walls, casting two shadows that appeared to grow longer and shorter.

Grant sat at one end of the long table, holding a newly delivered battle report in his hand. He scanned the report back and forth twice before slowly putting it down.

On the opposite side, Alicia also had the same battle report spread out in front of her.

Her gaze remained silently fixed on the ink stains, lingering there for a long time.

After a long silence, Grant finally let out a long sigh, placed the parchment on the table, leaned back in his chair, and said in a tone that was hard to define as either relief or a wry smile. "Looks like we worried for nothing."

Alicia looked up, her expression complex.

When she and Grant first heard that the Dark Dragon King was leading a large army to attack the Silver Moon Clan, they wondered if the Silver Moon Clan would be under immense pressure.

They felt that even if the Silvermoon Clan's defenses were solid, facing a demigod lord would not be easy, and they would have to pay a considerable price to force him to retreat.

But the war ended so quickly.

The result was even more jaw-dropping.

Not only was the undead army wiped out, but even the Dark Dragon King was killed by Anton.

"Anton is a guy who always manages to surprise you," Grant remarked. "It seems like it's always been like this ever since I met him. Just when you think he's already amazing enough, he always manages to surprise you again."

Alicia smiled slightly, put the battle report aside, looked out the window at the horizon, and after a moment of silence, said, "In this way, the eastern defense line should not be under much pressure for a while."

Grant nodded: "Although the undead army is powerful, it is ultimately fighting on multiple fronts. With the death of the Nether Dragon King, the Nether Abyss probably cannot spare another undead lord to attack the eastern defense line again, and even if it could... one undead lord probably wouldn't be enough."

Upon hearing the mention of the Black Emperor, Alicia subconsciously frowned and pondered, "I've never understood why the Black Emperor hasn't shown himself yet." "Who knows?" Grant shook his head. "Our understanding of the Black Emperor comes almost entirely from the Silvermoon Clan's intelligence booklet, and there isn't much description of him in that booklet. Clearly, even Anton knows very little about the Black Emperor."

"However, for us right now, it's actually good news that the Black Emperor isn't showing up."

"Just dealing with those few lords is already putting us under enough pressure."

Alicia remained silent.

The presence of the two undead lords has brought immense pressure to the Free Alliance and the Emerald Court.

That is why they were so surprised that Anton was able to kill the Dark Dragon King.

"Perhaps we should consider purchasing more talismans and magical equipment from the Silvermoon Clan," Alicia said.

"That's true." Grant nodded.

After this battle, all the major powers must have realized the Silvermoon Clan's expertise in dealing with the undead.

Their products are bound to be more popular than ever before.

It's best to purchase enough now to avoid supply shortages later.

...[De] [Qi] [Xiao] [Shuo] [Wang] [Hand-typed] [Update]

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

In the council chamber, Warchief Gormash and a group of orc elders sat around a long table.

Several battle reports that had just been delivered were spread out on the table. The ink had dried, and the edges were slightly curled, indicating that they had been picked up and put down repeatedly.

The entire hall was eerily quiet; no one spoke.

The atmosphere was tense.

In the corner, Rexxar stared at the battle report on the table, looking somewhat dazed.

He could understand why the chief and elders were so heavy-hearted.

The chieftain and elders have always felt deeply ashamed that Bloodhowl Fortress was forced to retreat by Anton, and they have always wanted to avenge that humiliation.

But now it seems that hope is very slim.

Previously, Bloodhowl Fortress's military strength could still overpower the Silvermoon Clan, but now it has no advantage whatsoever.

After this battle, no one questioned the Silvermoon Clan's status as the sixth largest power. In fact, when it came to dealing with the undead, the Silvermoon Clan was undoubtedly number one.

At the level of top-tier combat power, Anton alone was enough to overwhelm them.

Not to mention that the Silvermoon Clan also possesses something unheard of, the Saint-level puppet.

Given time, the number of Saint-level combatants in Bloodhowl Fortress will inevitably be far surpassed by the Silvermoon Clan.

In every aspect, Bloodhowl Fortress is no match for it. What chance does it have to avenge its defeat?

Rexxar would occasionally find himself reminiscing about the past.

At that time, the Silvermoon Clan was just an insignificant elven clan on the Eldron Plains.

It's only been two or three hundred years since then, how come the Silvermoon Clan has developed to the point where it can be compared with Bloodhowl Fortress, or even slightly surpass it?

It seems absurd, and it feels like a different world.

Rexxar sighed inwardly, shook his head, and stopped thinking about it.

Since the opening of the Abyss, the defenses of Bloodhowl Fortress have been constantly being compressed, the number of casualties has been rising every day, and even the settlements of the vassal races on the periphery have been shrinking one after another.

They no longer had the energy to worry about the Silvermoon Clan. The most pressing issue was whether they could survive the upcoming war.

Despite being reluctant to admit it, Bloodhowl Fortress has undoubtedly reached a critical moment of life and death.