Translated by: Novellise
When Lu Yuan's army arrived at the Sacred Light Imperial City.
This news was like a thunderbolt on a clear day, quickly spreading throughout the magical world.
Two thousand years ago.
The Undying Emon ended the chaotic era of coexistence between gods and demons.
The Empire of Sacred Light stood like a great mountain, weighing on everyone's head.
It stood high above, ruling over this land and all races.
The elegant and dignified female elves, once tamed and trained, became the servants of the nobles.
The strong and sturdy Orcs were used as labourers by the Empire, confined to the dark mines where they mined vast amounts of ore for the Empire.
The dwarves, who were skilled blacksmiths, had to work day and night to create various weapons for the empire.
Even the noble and powerful dragons had to bow their heads and submit to the throne of the Holy Light Emperor!
But today.
An unknown undead lord was actually leading a legion of misfortune to conquer the Holy Light Imperial City in one fell swoop?
Everyone who heard the news thought that Lu Yuan had gone mad!
But when they calmed down and thought about it, they realised that something was wrong.
Hadn't the Empire's Holy Light Knights always been invincible in battle?
How could a mere undead lord reach the gates of the Holy Light Imperial City?
Could it be that the Holy Light Empire was truly in decline?
At the thought of that possibility.
Many races, long oppressed by the Empire, began to feel the stirrings of rebellion!
The Skull Crushers of the Kagral Mountains.
One of the oldest orc tribes in the magical world, the Skullcrusher Clan numbered in the millions.
But with the arrival of locusts and plague, many women, children and elders died.
Even many strong adult orcs fell ill.
Under the curse of the demons, they became monsters bent on killing!
The orc tents were engulfed in raging flames, and the crowds scattered in all directions.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, and screams and cries filled the sky.
Bodies and severed limbs littered the blood-soaked ground.
A young orc saw all this and clenched his fists in anger.
His nails pierced the skin, sinking deep into the flesh, blood dripping to the ground.
But he felt nothing, only hate for his own helplessness and worthlessness!
Axe Thalesik!
As the youngest chief in the history of the Skullcrusher Clan, Thalesik was regarded by all his people as the pride and hope of the tribe!
To protect him.
The old chieftain and two hundred thousand elite orc warriors, knowing that they were no match for the Knights of the Holy Light, resolutely went into battle, risking their lives to give Thalesik a chance!
And he secretly swore that he would lead the Skullcrusher Clan back to glory!
The reason for his confidence was that Thalesik had a secret that others did not know.
He was not a native of this world, but a simulator from the main world!
But humans are not plants, how can they be without emotions?
Many people have feelings for virtual characters in games.
Not to mention that he had lived in this world for over a decade.
And from the Orc tribe, he felt a sense of affection and warmth that he had never experienced before.
Therefore.
In Thalesik's heart, he had long considered these simple and honest orcs to be his own brothers and companions.
But now he could do nothing but watch as his people marched towards death and destruction!
Reason told him that this was only a simulation of life.
If these orcs died, it was no big deal, and his own life was the most important.
But memories of the past continued to flood his mind.
His comrades who fell in a pool of blood to protect him...
The old chief who handed him the ancestral battle-axe before he died...
And his childhood sweetheart who died suddenly of illness...
All these things burned a raging fury in Thalesik's heart!
"Power!"
"I need more power!"
"Heavenly Will, tell me what I must do to avenge the Holy Light Empire!"
Thalesik clenched the axe in his hand and roared in his heart.
"To the Holy Light Imperial City!"
The Heavenly Will, which had always been indifferent to him, unexpectedly responded to Thalesik's plea.
"Could this undead lord also be a simulator?"
Thalesik's pupils narrowed as he understood the meaning of the Celestial Will.
The Skull Crushers had their own intelligence network.
So when the Legion of Doom approached the Imperial City, he was the first to know.
But at first he thought it was the Dark Curse that had weakened the Holy Light Empire, leaving many cities and kingdoms in ruins for the Legion of Doom to take advantage of.
But now.
It was clear that the Heavenly Will had high hopes for this simulator!
Guided by the heavenly will,
Thalesik had no hesitation in leading the remaining tribesmen and orc warriors to break through.
As long as he could avenge the Holy Light Empire, he was willing to pay any price!
However, the Kagral Mountains were too far from the Holy Light Empire's city.
Lu Yuan was able to reach the Imperial City in a short month by using the effects of the Legion Expedition, the tireless nature of the Legion of Doom, and the spatial teleportation arrays in major cities along the way.
But if the orcs wanted to get to the Imperial City of Holy Light, even if they marched day and night, it would take at least a month.
So Thalesik decided to go to the Forest of a Thousand Trees and ask the Vanaya elves for help!
...
Kagral Mountains, Forest of a Thousand Trees.
Before the advent of the Holy Light Empire, the Vanaya Elves had lived here for thousands of years.
As for the elves scattered throughout the magical world, they were merely branches and descendants of the Vanaya Elves.
Under the protection of the Mother of the Thousand Trees,
this place remained one of the few sanctuaries left in the magical world.
And Isishta Vanaya, as princess of the elf race, was loved and worshipped by all the elves.
Though she knew she was not of this world, she also cherished the carefree and peaceful life.
But at that moment she frowned, her beautiful and vivid eyes filled with worry and urgency.
As the disaster and death spread, the Thousand Tree Forest, this sanctuary, was also affected.
Many beautiful and kind elves fell ill one by one.
Fortunately, they recovered quickly after receiving treatment from the Spring of Life.
However, the crystal clear Spring of Life was now almost dry.
"The Mother of a Thousand Trees is withering, I can feel her silent lament."
Isishta walked up to a towering tree, touched its trunk, and couldn't help but sigh.
This ancient tree resembled a banyan tree, its main trunk tall and majestic, reaching to the sky.
The other branches had grown many new roots, hanging down all the time.
These root sprouts, as soon as they touched the ground, would grow and form new pillars, supporting the branches and extending the canopy.
Stems support each other, branches spread out.
Eventually, a dense forest was formed that covered the sky, a miracle of a single tree becoming a forest.
You could say that this whole forest of a thousand trees was born from it!
It seemed eternal, exuding a sense of vicissitude and profoundness after years of sedimentation.
This was the mother of the thousand trees, Berlaise Jia!
Originally, Berlaise Jia was lush and green.
Each leaf was as clear and green as jade, full of vitality and strength.
But now.
With the erosion of death and curses.
The leaves of Berlaise Jia turned yellow and withered, leaving many areas with nothing but bare branches!
This made all the Vanaya elves very sad.
But no matter what they did, even watering it with the water from the Spring of Life every day, they couldn't stop Berlaise Jia from withering away.
Just as Isishta was at a loss.
Thalesik, the Axe of Blood, suddenly came seeking an audience and said bluntly.
"The Empire of the Holy Light has fallen into decay and corruption. Led by it, the entire magical world will only lead to death and destruction. We must stop it!"
"With our current strength, we are still not enough to confront the Holy Light Empire."
Although Isishta had always lived in the Elven Forest, she had heard of Thalesik's name and deeds.
The two looked at each other, vaguely guessing each other's identities.
"No, someone has already made the first move. This is a rare opportunity and we must not give it up!"
Thalesik said firmly.
At his persuasion,
After much hesitation, Isishta and the king of the Vanaya elves finally decided to declare war on the Holy Light Empire.
The mother of a thousand trees is dying.
If they continue to stand idly by, the entire Vanaya Elf Clan could face an unprecedented disaster!
"Mother of a Thousand Trees, Berlaise Jia, please hear our prayers, your people need your help!"
Isishta prayed earnestly.
But after waiting several minutes, there was no response.
Just as she thought, Berlaise Jia had fallen asleep.
The next moment
The Mother of Ten Thousand Trees swayed and rustled, making a loud noise as if she heard her prayers.
Countless emerald green points of light fell from the branches and leaves, eventually forming a large teleportation gate!
Passing through this teleportation gate would lead directly to the vicinity of the Holy Light Imperial City! But at a price.
At least a tenth of Boler Worldgia's branches withered and decayed in an instant, turning into dust that floated in the air.
"Brothers of the Beast Clans, today we will fight for our dead wives, children and people!"
"Kill all the lapdogs of the Holy Light Empire, let them feel the wrath of the Orcs!"
At that moment, the teleportation gate appeared.
The long-prepared Bloodaxe Tanelsak led more than two hundred thousand orc warriors into the teleportation gate.
And not far away.
Ishta, clad in armour and riding a moose, also gave the final mobilisation.
"The mother of ten thousand trees, Boler Worldgia, has answered our call.
"The Empire of the Holy Light has fallen, we will defend this pure land with our own blood to the death!"
Warrior ancient trees and jungle tree spirits rose and moved with heavy, slow steps towards the teleportation gate.
Mountain giants, magical elf dragons, poisonous wyverns and thousands of elf warriors all disappeared into the light of the teleportation gate!
Apart from elves and orcs.
Other races that had long suffered from the exploitation and oppression of the Holy Light Empire also sounded the horn of rebellion.
They vowed to make the Holy Light Empire pay in blood!
For a moment.
The entire magical world was in turmoil.
The world had long suffered at the hands of the Holy Light Empire, and many races rushed to the battlefield.
The outcome of this battle would determine the fate of all races!
(End of chapter).