Chapter 754: An Epic Victory! But... the Boss Was Kidnapped!? (Asking for Monthly Tickets)

"How could our Orc Kingdom be missing from such an affair!" Leinst raised his shield high at that moment, leading a massive horde of orcs as they charged forward. "The Casual Players' Inn and the Second Legion of the Orc Kingdom have come to seek your instruction!"

As the tide of war on the main battlefield tilted further and further toward the coalition forces, one elite legion after another began to advance toward the final battleground.

They had even combined forces to form a super assault vanguard of hundreds of people; as soon as one fell, another would immediately step up to fill the void.

"Shield wall!"

"Invincibility! Use Invincibility to block his attack!"

"Burst! Everyone burst down your cooldowns!"

At this moment, even at the peak of the Saint Realm, this immensely powerful Lord of Energy seemed to grow faint-hearted, his robust physique covered in hideous, terrifying wounds.

His face was contorted with burning rage; he had actually been forced to such a desperate plight by a mere swarm of ants!

"Destruction Lightning!"

"Taste the flavor of death!" In an instant, black lightning rose from the sky once more without any warning.

But this time, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness strike from behind.

Gouge!

Haxin appeared behind him as if materializing out of thin air.

"Go to hell!" Elena appeared before him likewise out of nowhere, delivering a downward kick the very instant he dodged the gouge!

"Aowuu—!" A miserable, piercing shriek echoed, and immediately afterward, he was entirely submerged in the radiant light of spells!

At this juncture, the Death Lord, Dras, possessed a cold, divine light in his eyes: "Strike."

The mage beside him immediately waved his staff, and a pitch-black magical barrier gradually began to envelop Neth.

But just as this canopy of light was about to seal shut.

He suddenly heard a terrifying, whistling screech of wind.

Swoosh!

The staff in his hand was shot clean through on the spot by a pitch-black arrow.

Immediately following, a silhouette broke into the closing barrier of energy like a bolt of lightning.

Boom! Boom!

Amidst several tremendous explosions, the entire dark shield was violently blown apart, and even the upper half of Neth's body was shattered down one side!

Sylvanas held her longbow high and roared, looking like black flower petals withering away into this battlefield: "For the Horde!"

"For the Horde—!"

"For Queen Sylvanas!"

Amidst countless roaring shouts that resembled mountains and seas, countless orcs, elves, and humans, predominantly of the Horde, trampled forward and launched their charge, and this terrifying enemy finally fell powerlessly from the sky.

A crowd of Alliance players looked at each other, shrugged, and then shouted at the top of their lungs: "For the Alliance!"

They converged in one place, as if no one could stop their victorious march; otherwise, even an army as formidable as the Shadow Legion would only face utter defeat, and the Lord of Energy, in the end, had only destruction awaiting him.

At this very moment, everyone, including those at the Summit of Nations, realized that this was an invincible army!

Aside from these few strongest commanders, the Shadow Legion still possessed quite a few powerful experts.

Yet they saw with their own eyes that on another battlefield, the army commanded by that young man had not only crushed the forces of the Shadow Legion, but even those powerful entities that had once been enslaved by the Shadow Legion or had defected to them out of fear were falling one after another.

Layer upon layer of doubt swirled within the minds of the people at the Summit of Nations; though they had suffered many casualties, how could this "rabble" composed of various mixed races defeat the Shadow Legion while suffering only partial losses?!

And where on earth did this Elven Queen come from?! Elven Queen Calanber stared dumbfounded at the magical projection.

How could this one be a queen too?!

Once the battle is over, she must drag a few elders over to demand a clear explanation!

It was infuriating—how did they manage to have another queen out there?!

"Your Eminence Calanber," St. Duran smiled faintly, "it seems the internal affairs of your noble race are about to face some turbulence."

"This is a private matter of our Elven race; it hardly seems any of your business, sir," Elven Queen Calanber said coldly. "Furthermore, our Elven race is not like yours, willing to commit foul deeds just to rule over minds. Do not presume we are the same as you."

"..." St. Duran's face instantly darkened.

Indeed, because the elves had always prided themselves on peace and freedom, and because they were gentle and sincere, they would never commit any treacherous acts. They possessed their own pride, and thus the existence of the Elven Queen served only as a guide and a leader, rather than a ruler.

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Across the entire battlefield, only a final, small faction remained of the Shadow Legion, all of whom were the most elite experts of the Shadow Legion, guarding the Death Lord with desperate resolve.

"Die!" Wilson, the Guardian Sword Saint of the Morning Glow Empire, thrust his rapier repeatedly, transforming his strikes into screens of highly condensed energy; with a single thrust, he pierced the chest of the Shadow Legion Saint before him as easily as puncturing thin paper.

Simultaneously, Leyton's greatsword cleaved downward, and several peak ninth-tier experts besieging him were nearly all hacked in two.

"We are going to win!" he roared, never having been as ecstatic as he was at this moment.

Ahead lay the dawn of victory: "Citizens of the Mountain-Chain Principality, slaughter them with me! Do not fear death! If you die, just pretend we were never resurrected! Kill!"

"Kill—!"

The old Orc King held his greatsword high, and two Saints before him were sent flying almost instantly: "For the citizens of the kingdom who died miserable deaths! For victory and glory!"

"Roar—!"

Witnessing this scene, the Summit of Nations was also profoundly shaken.

Even St. Duran tightly clenched his fists, his face turning pale, yet he still had to admit that this was absolutely the most sacred and epic moment across the entire continent of Nora. Relying on their own strength—even with eighth-tier and ninth-tier heroic, fearless warriors and mages rushing forward wave after wave to try and strike—and led by only a single late-stage Saint, they had actually defeated the Lord of Energy, one of the major magnates of the Shadow Legion and the chief culprit behind the destruction of various planes.

Even the Death Lord had failed to preserve Neth's life!

And at this very moment, they had already surrounded these remaining experts of the Shadow Legion; this was the final, decisive battle.

"All warriors, push to the front!" Boss Fang shouted loudly at this time. "Do not fear, victory is ours—!"

At that moment, the Death Lord exchanged a glance with the mage beside him, Mac, the Lord of Sorrow.

"Uh..." Fang Qi suddenly felt his body go light, having actually been lifted into the air by someone.

Immediately afterward, a mass of pitch-black dense fog completely enveloped him.

The mage beside the Death Lord, Mac, the Lord of Sorrow, shouted at the top of his lungs: "Do you see this? If you want his life, stay right where you are. I know you can resurrect, but if I sacrifice his soul to our god, do you think you can still bring him back?!"

"All forces, retreat!"

Under the incredulous gazes of the Summit of Nations, the Shadow Demonic Dragon flapped its wings and actually carried everyone from the Shadow Legion away toward the distant northern mountains!

They had actually... retreated!

But upon reflection, it was only natural; this world was not comprised solely of Boss Fang's faction.

Even if they fought to the death for a pyrrhic victory against this coalition, it would be tantamount to defeat, because at that point, only one outcome awaited them—they would never leave this world alive.

"A mere seventh-tier is truly out of his depth on a battlefield like this. Since you have left us such a glaring weakness, we have no reason not to accept it with a smile." The voice of the Lord of Sorrow still lingered in the sky.

Seeing that after this young man was captured, everyone truly did not dare to move, they instantly laughed even more maniacally.

"Ahhhhh—! The Boss has been kidnapped!" A crowd of elves, dwarves, and orcs exploded into chaos instantly as they watched the Shadow Demonic Dragon fly into the distance.

What should they do?!

At the Summit of Nations, Princess Isabella sighed softly: "He was a good commander. What a pity his strength was just a bit too weak."

"Not even the eighth tier," remarked Hermadon, the World Mage. "Against the Death Lord, there is absolutely no hope of survival."

Princess Isabella sighed, "Sacrificing yourself for the sake of humanity on the continent of Nora, we shall remember you for eternity."

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