Chapter 737: Gathering of the Strong

"You say you just saw it broadcasted on the magical projection in White Dove Square... something happened in the Orc Kingdom? And the players there might be in trouble as well?!" Fang Qi's hand trembled for no reason, but he quickly concealed it.

Although he would still occasionally "let loose" in the shop, he appeared much more composed compared to when he first arrived.

The surrounding crowd chimed in one after another, creating quite a chaotic commotion, but after much clamor, Fang Qi finally grasped the current situation.

He also realized that this incident was highly likely unlike anything before; it was a true natural disaster.

"Boss, I've made up my mind," Sera spoke up with red-rimmed eyes, showing some reluctance to part. "We will return to the Elven Forest today. After that, we will gather our clansmen and rush to the front lines..."

"I've made up my mind too..." The assassin, Hassin, standing beside her, spoke up. "When playing Assassin's Creed, those Master Assassins always taught us that the Creed of an assassin is free will. Now... those people are being deprived of their very lives, so what freedom is there to speak of...?"

"I used to think that the things in the virtual world were too far removed from us, but now, it is happening right before our eyes," Elina said. "I will return to the ruins of the Alvel Empire and gather more of our brothers."

"Nothing is true, everything is permitted!"

At this moment, the Dwarf Elder, Sork, also stepped forward with a group of dwarves: "Not once did I ever think that the mystic realms of other workshops could be superior to our dwarf clan's 'Lava Workshop.' But this World of Warcraft mystic realm truly captivated me right from the start, whether it was the cheerful dwarves inside or the strong liquor that has never satisfied me so thoroughly..."

"Even every single inch of the land within it."

"Oh ho ho... I still remember when we first started clearing the wilderness, a little Paladin lad got so nervous that he cast Divine Intervention on my hunting pet... In the end, our entire raid wiped on the ground, just watching that boar smirk foolishly." As the old dwarf spoke, everyone around couldn't help but laugh.

One had to know that it was a precious skill explicitly meant to preserve professions with resurrection abilities, like Priests.

Yet after a brief moment of banter, what followed was even greater sorrow.

"Do you know? In the mystic realm, he resurrected us countless times, but now..." Even this old dwarf appeared so sorrowful at this moment. "He is just a minor knight from a neighboring country of the Orc Kingdom... If... if something really happened, I truly hope someone could resurrect him once as well... even if it's just once..."

Dwarf Elder Sork scanned everyone present and said, "Thank you to this World of Warcraft for bringing us together, allowing me to meet many friends I otherwise never would have known. But I am truly sorry, we must leave as well."

"This is not just for them, but also for... our home."

"Boss... they say our Holy Light is useless...!" Dicks had initially only intended to come to the shop to bid everyone farewell. After all, the Royal Magic Association had no time to continue playing World of Warcraft at a time like this.

But with the surrounding atmosphere, and thinking back to the cold mockery within the magic forums and among numerous mage circles, she grew even more grief-stricken.

Boss Fang patted his forehead with a bit of a headache: "If things go on like this, this boss's shop won't be able to stay open..."

A few elves even ran up to give Boss Fang a hug—the kind between friends, of course.

"Goodbye! Thank you for the wonderful memories the shop's mystic realm gave us!" Tears flowed down Sera's face as she waved at Boss Fang.

"Even though Resurrection has never worked... we are still very grateful..."

"Ha... what are you all talking about?!" Boss Fang looked at everyone. "Who said it doesn't work?"

"!!!???" Everyone stared at Boss Fang in a daze.

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And at this time, that army resembling a black torrent swept southward from the Orc Kingdom. Beneath their iron hooves, several small and medium-sized nations had already collapsed one after another.

The humans across the entire Nora Continent had historically been divided into two factions: one was the Radiant Divine Nation and its subordinate faithful states; the other consisted of countries like the Morning Star Empire that did not enforce belief in a specific deity. Of course, within such countries, a portion would naturally lean toward the Judgement Divine Temple.

The high-level officials of various nations were clearly much quicker to react to this than a late-realizer like Boss Fang.

Granted, Boss Fang was just an internet cafe owner after all, not a military man; his primary focus was gaming, and everything else was just a sideline.

This continent was larger than imagined, and naturally possessed more powerful experts. Some had already reached the extraordinary Ninth Realm, and the outstanding among them had even stepped into the legendary realm of "Saints."

Under the onslaught of the torrent formed by those shadows, the Principality of Slin, which was originally situated inland—translated into the Lingzhou language as the continuous distant mountains, the Lianshan Principality—had completely become the frontier territory where the human domain clashed with the Shadow Legion.

The powerhouses of the continent converged here, along with elites gathered from all regions.

Some of them were those who had once projected their figures into the Hall of Saint Heinz, such as the World Mage Hermaddon, and the Sword Saint Cleus, among others.

Aside from them, there were also... those whom the Judgement Divine Temple had not seen before, such as the Guardian Sword Saint of the Morning Star Empire, who was prominently among the ranks.

Traveling alongside him, right to his left, was Grand Mage Adolf.

"I do not believe we need to cause such a grand fuss." In the meeting room of the Lianshan Principality, the elderly man wearing a white magic robe that did not even bear a single badge was precisely Hermaddon. "With all due respect, historically, we have repelled them several times."

"But we paid a heavy price for it!" Another voice boomed out. He wore a suit of golden armor that shone brilliantly; he was the sole Saint-level powerhouse of the Lianshan Principality. "Your Excellency Hermaddon, you should know that every time the Shadow Legion came in the past, we had to implore the Radiant Divine Nation to bestow a miracle."

"But now..." He slammed the table and roared, "They have given no response, absolutely no response! Do they not know what the current situation implies?! They only care about that meager faith of theirs!"

"Your Excellency Saint Heinz is currently in secluded cultivation," Sword Saint Cleus said coldly. "The Princess is busy with official matters and has dispatched me to support you all, while also allocating a portion of the Divine Temple Legion."

"When did Your Excellency Cleus defect to the Radiant Divine Nation?!" The man in the golden armor sneered.

"I have already communicated with the Elven race and the Dwarf race," Grand Mage Adolf spoke up. "Respected Excellencies, I think at a time like this, we should put aside the barriers between races and nations."

Clearly, although they were supposedly discussing a strategy together, they were not as friendly as their words implied.

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It really wasn't intentional to update this late... I deleted a portion of the draft due to dissatisfaction, which is why it's a bit late.

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