Elven cultivators

Chapter 443 The Number One on the Continent

In the year 9549 of the Dawn Calendar, two events occurred that shook the continent.

First, when Morlock led his army to attack the Tide Temple, Anton suddenly descended and killed Morlock.

The news drew attention from numerous factions.

Following Darkwing, the Dark Dragon King, Anton has once again slain an undead lord.

It is still the most unique sea creature among the undead lords, Morlock.

Unlike the Nether Dragon King, the Abyssal Giant Whale Moloch is the overlord who roams the deep sea.

They thrive in the ocean, naturally possessing an advantage, and their undead bodies have a natural advantage over living beings, making them virtually invincible on their home turf.

Even the former Holy Maiden of the Tide Temple personally intervened, but ended up severely injured.

Since then, the Temple has never again organized a decapitation strike against Morlock, only seeking to maintain its defensive line in the near seas and prevent the undead sea race from breaking into the heart of the archipelago.

This is the consensus of all sea creatures, and also the consensus of everyone who is concerned about this war.

Morlock is virtually invincible in the Great Whirlpool Sea.

But now, Moloch is dead.

He died by Anton's sword.

When the news reached the ears of some forces, many people's first reaction was skepticism.

How could an undead lord who was invincible in the deep sea be killed on his home turf?

However, as more details came in from various sources, the doubts were quickly crushed by the facts.

Moreover, according to the few words revealed by the elders of the Tide Temple who were present at the scene, there was almost no stalemate during the entire battle from beginning to end.

Moloch's death was like a heavy hammer blow, shattering all remaining doubts.

When Anton killed the Nether Dragon King, it shocked many people, but some people privately speculated that Anton had taken advantage of the magic array's terrain.

But with Morlock's death, all the doubts and dissenting voices disappeared.

The ocean is Morlock's home ground, that much is undeniable.

There was no magic array to rely on there, nor any advantageous terrain to take advantage of.

He killed Moloch fair and square in the environment where his opponent was most comfortable.

This is enough to prove the power of this Meteor Dragon Sword Saint.

Before this, there had been a debate on the mainland, whether Hamilton or Anton was the strongest person on the mainland.

Hamilton was the first powerful being on the continent to ascend to demigod status. He once defeated the dwarf king Thorin and several saints from the Heart of the Mountains in a direct confrontation in the Khazadum Mountains, earning him great prestige.

Although Anton had an outstanding record, he ultimately became a demigod later than Hamilton.

His feat of slaying the Nether Dragon King was made less pure by the enhancement of the magic array.

Therefore, many people believe that Hamilton is the best on the continent.

Both sides held their own version of events, and neither could convince the other.

But with Mollock's death, the debate abruptly subsided.

It is self-evident who will claim the title of the strongest person on the mainland.

In addition, another direct consequence of Morok's death was the complete end of the war in the south.

Within half a month of Morlock's fall, the Silvermoon Clan and the Tide Temple joined forces to wipe out the remaining sea creatures one by one.

Without their lord's command, the undead sea race was like headless flies, unable to organize any large-scale offensives. They were besieged in the nearshore area by the sea race army of the Tide Temple, and were annihilated in one fell swoop by the Silvermoon Clan fleet in coordination with air strikes.

From then on, the land and sea in the southern part of the continent were no longer threatened by the undead.

The Silvermoon Clan became the only force to control half the continent.

From a small elven clan of fewer than a thousand people on the Eldron Plains to a colossal force spanning two realms, it has only been a little over three hundred years.

More than three hundred years.

For established powers that have been passed down for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, this time is not even enough for them to cultivate two generations of core successors.

Yet, in such a short time, the Silvermoon Clan has grown from a weak clan that even the Molten Thorn Tribe could hardly contend with on its own to become the number one power on the continent.

Those who witnessed the rise of the Silvermoon Clan feel as if they are dreaming whenever they think about it.

Back when the Silvermoon Clan and Grayrock Fortress joined forces to attack the Molten Thorn Tribe, who could have imagined that those elves huddled in the forest would one day become an existence that even the five major powers had to look up to?

It all feels like it was just yesterday.

Everything has changed drastically again.

The second piece of news is also related to this.

After months of negotiations and back-and-forth, the Silvermoon Clan, the Free Alliance, the Emerald Court, Bloodhowl Keep, Heart of the Mountains, and the Temple of Tides officially announced their alliance to fight against the undead army.

This news also caused quite a stir on the mainland.

The Scourge of the Dead has been ongoing for over twenty years.

For more than two decades, the original five major powers have always fought their own battles.

Because of their differing stances, interests, and historical grievances, they were never able to unite, which led to the undead army growing stronger in the north and ultimately resulting in the tragedy of Bloodhowl Fortress and Heart of the Mountains losing their headquarters.

Now, faced with a life-or-death crisis, they have finally put aside their differences and formed an alliance.

The fact that the Silvermoon Clan was appointed as the supreme commander of the alliance did not cause much controversy.

After all, in the eyes of most people, the Silvermoon Clan has already firmly established itself as the number one power.

With the presence of Anton, the strongest person on the continent, it was only natural for the Silver Moon Clan to assume the position of supreme commander.

Not long after the alliance was formed, the major powers began intensive pre-war preparations.

Countless troops set off from all parts of the mainland, converging on the northern border along various key routes.

Countless flags, baggage trains, mounted animals, and marching troops converged on the north from all directions, like crisscrossing blood vessels.

The attention of many on the mainland also turned to that place.

A decisive battle that will determine the fate of the mainland is about to begin.

......

Nine-tiered Heavenly Tower, Heavenly Origin Hall.

A huge military map was spread out on the long table, with different colored markers indicating the troop movement routes and assembly points of various factions.

The forest defense line on the northern border is at the top of the map, like a verdant barrier stretching between the gray undead-controlled area and the human world.

Eleanor stood before the long table, reporting to Anton, who sat at the head of the table, on the troop movements of the clan.

"The south has just been pacified, and the situation is still quite chaotic. A large number of troops are needed to maintain stability. Including the troops left to guard the east and the Darklands, only about a million can be spared to be deployed to the northern battlefield."

"Most of them are foreign legions; the Silver Moon Legion, the Dao Soldier Legion, and the Half-Elf Legion together only account for about 30%."

Anton nodded slightly.

Although the clan's army has expanded considerably in recent years, its territory has grown even more, requiring troops to guard every corner. It is already quite difficult to gather a million soldiers.

However, while their army numbers may not be the largest, in terms of individual combat strength, clan armies are definitely the strongest.

Needless to say, the Silver Moon Legion and the Dao Soldier Legion are among the strongest in terms of individual combat power across the entire continent.

Even the slightly weaker half-elf legion could be considered an elite legion among the original five major powers.

With the addition of the clan's fleet, the quality was enough to make up for the difference in quantity.

"The armies of other forces probably aren't much larger than ours, are they?" Anton smiled slightly.

“That’s true.” Eleanor’s lips curled up slightly. “Apart from the Free Alliance and the Emerald Court, which have deployed more troops than us, the other forces have deployed fewer troops than us, especially Heart of the Mountains and Bloodhowl Fortress. They are barely able to defend themselves now, and the number of troops they can muster is very limited.”

Anton nodded, not continuing the topic, and instead said, "You'll be in charge of overall logistics for the war, and the Grand Elder and Cedric will handle the command. I have other matters to attend to."

The construction of the Ziwei Heavenly Palace is in its later stages.

The closer it gets to the end, the more complicated the wrap-up work becomes.

The nesting of array patterns, the connection of restrictions, the connection of energy circuits... all these processes require his personal coordination and supervision.

In addition, there is the forging of heavenly soldiers and generals.

To date, Anton has 24 celestial soldiers.

After forming the alliance, the clans gathered materials through other forces, which greatly accelerated the process, and the material problem was no longer a major concern.

Next, he plans to speed up the refining process and gather as many as possible forty-eight heavenly soldiers.

The materials for the Heavenly General have also been mostly gathered, and it is estimated that it will be possible to begin refining it in a few years.

"There's one more problem," Eleanor said hesitantly, "What if the Black Emperor intervenes?"

Anton smiled and said, "The Black Emperor wouldn't be that stupid."

"If he wastes his energy slaughtering ordinary soldiers, wouldn't that give me an opportunity to take advantage of the situation?"

There was another reason, which Anton didn't mention.

He guessed that the Black Emperor probably wanted to stall for time even more than he did, hoping the war would last longer so that he could complete his plans.

But Anton was the same.

At this stage, he is not entirely confident that he can defeat the Black Emperor.

If they can delay until the celestial soldiers and generals who will be assembled to set up the Big Dipper Formation are gathered, they will undoubtedly have a better chance of success.

Eleanor nodded seriously, asked no more questions, turned around and quickly walked out of Tianyuan Palace to get busy.

Anton then got up and left.

But as soon as he reached the entrance of the hall, his expression suddenly changed, and he paused slightly.

A very familiar aura was emanating from the direction of the Eternal Tree.

Anton vanished from his spot in a flash.

Beneath the Tree of Eternity.

Amidst the tangled root system, a cloud of grayish-white mist was silently churning.

Wuyin lay curled up in a hollow where roots were intertwined, its body much larger than before, its short, silvery-gray fur gleaming coldly in the shadows of the trees.

At this moment, its limbs were tucked in, its head was lowered, and its entire body was shrunken into a ball. Countless threads of mist were wrapped around its body, intertwining and layering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The fog accumulated and thickened, becoming increasingly dense.

At first, the silvery-gray fur could be seen appearing and disappearing in the gaps of the mist, but after a few breaths, the fur was completely submerged under the mist.

Anton watched this scene, his eyes brightening slightly, a smile appearing on his lips.

This is about to be a breakthrough!

It seems that the fragment of divinity was not wasted.