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The war... is over...

The night fell quietly.

The hills on the battlefield are like tombs, the broken black banners and broken weapons, all of which describe the tragedy of this war.

The dried blood soaked through the battle armor and stained the ground red.

There was still a touch of blood in the sky, and there was endless darkness all around.

It was silent, except for a few crows circling in the sky.

Several paladins set foot on such a battlefield, desolate and cold.

The elves, dwarves, orcs and other warriors who had died before slowly woke up from this desolate battlefield under the illumination of the holy light. Looking around, they shivered uncontrollably.

Helen carefully opened the corpse of a Shadow Legion soldier. It had a face completely different from that of humans, elves, and dwarves.

They are all like this.

There are even many records in the literature that have long been extinct races.

I don't know what kind of force is able to gather them together to form such a powerful and brave army.

"Did you find out..." Captain Evan's face darkened, "All of them died on the battlefield, and almost none of them died on the way to escape."

They seem to be real, not afraid of death.

Everyone couldn't help shivering, if that's the case...

Everyone has a heart of fear. If there is no resurrection technique, no one would dare to face such an army.

No one dared to speak lightly of victory.

They couldn't help but rejoice that this nightmarish army was finally destroyed.

The priests waved the staffs in their hands, and a little bit of golden light fell down, and their faces were filled with smiles that survived the catastrophe.

Only at this moment did they dare to shout: "We... have won!"

"We have won!" Helen also held up the knight sword in her hand.

Gradually, cheers resounded all over the field.

At this time, Boss Fang had just returned from the northern part of the Beastman Kingdom with a large group of elves and dwarves.

Before he could react, he was caught by a group of people in minutes and thrown into the sky.

"oh--!"

"Oh--!"

They cheered and enjoyed the beauty of this moment.

The picture freezes, as if turning into an eternal scroll.

"Did you take a picture? Did you take a picture?" Several elves held a new type of communication jade purchased online.

"Let's see, let's see!" Hurriedly gathered together to watch.

In the photo, Boss Fang, who was thrown into the air, looked hopeless.

...

And this time the summit of the nations.

"What's the matter!?" Everyone stared at the spell projection equipment operated by the mage group.

"Okay, okay!" Hematon sweated profusely for a long time, and finally the scene appeared before his eyes again.

"Where are people?"

"Won?"

"Seems to be……"

Even the princess Isabella was stunned for a long time, and it was only at this time that she came back to her senses.

"That's how you win!?" What kind of power was that just now! ?

Sunlight! ?

Why does it look like our own? ?

What's going on! ?

...

The perspective of spell projection reappeared on the battlefield of Lianshan Principality.

"They're here!"

In the projection, there was a mountain of cheers resounding like a tsunami.

A group of dwarves and elves stood up from their positions and looked at everyone in the spell projection: "I think this is something worthy of everyone's celebration!"

They were also infected by this atmosphere: "They are all heroes!"

Only St. Duran and the others in the Temple of Arbitration still kept recurring in their minds the words from the Immortal Remains Continent: A bunch of dish comparisons, don't come next time...

A group of dishes compare...

Everyone was blushing.

The most important thing is that it doesn't matter whether they can win in the end, or even if they can.

As it stands now, they ordered the withdrawal, and this so-called "rabble" won.

How can you refute this!

There seemed to be a stagnation in my heart, and I was about to explode.

"Who will dare to order a retreat next time!" Princess Isabella glared at St. Duran and Sword Saint Kleus, and slapped the tables in the hall loudly, "Military punishment!"

Sword Saint Kleus thumped in his heart, and asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency Duran, what should we do now...?"

St. Duran said: "From now on, everyone must not mention this matter again! Time will slowly wash everything away."

Big things turned into small things, small things turned into small things, and this matter naturally passed like this.

Saint Duran had just finished speaking.

"Eye of the Secret Realm" magic forum.

"Such a big event happened, the previous blizzard always boasted about how powerful the secret realm of "World of Warcraft" is in actual combat... Now there is no one participating in the battle?" In the somewhat messy alchemy room, the somewhat messy haired, slightly fat magician The teacher was very enthusiastic, and pushed up a speech titled "The grandson of 'Blizzard Blowing' hastened to wash your father's floor" a few days ago.

"I think we can make this matter bigger." A Blizzard hacker suggested below the speech, "Take this opportunity to expand public opinion, and maybe have a chance to get rid of this 'Blizzard Workshop'."

"How much hatred?" A passer-by noble who had always remained neutral couldn't stand it anymore, and replied.

"Is there someone here to protect you? Origin fighter?" In the somewhat messy alchemy room, Sam, a magician and a low-level employee of the "Crystal Stone Workshop", scratched his somewhat messy hair, and took a deep breath, as if he had just taken a nap. Fighting spirit came like chicken blood, under this general trend, dare to raise different opinions, first label it as an origin fighter!

"With the hard-earned money earned by my parents to play this kind of plaything and lose one's mind, does anyone who plays "World of Warcraft" dare to go to the battlefield now? It's been a few days, and there is a battlefield news related to them?"

"A few days ago, Master Oss and Master Hollywood made several speeches. Under the guidance of the Kingdom of Radiance, they have fully entered the advantage! The fighters of the Kingdom of Radiance, but fighters in the military secret of the 'Duran Workshop' Out of training!"

"Just this morning, our Glory Divine Kingdom reported that the battle situation is going well, so there is no need to worry."

"Those who use this kind of secret realm are probably obsessed with the scenery and casual gameplay. How can they be in the mood to do business?"

"I don't think anyone wants to do logistics."

"Do you think it's necessary for the existence of the rubbish secret realm of "World of Warcraft", which misleads the younger generation, to exist? It's a cancer!"

As soon as the passer-by aristocrat finished his speech, there was a series of message replies below.

Seeing that the passer-by noble didn't reply any more, the magician Sam showed a touch of satisfaction.

"I think we should sort out a relevant fact and post it to various magic forums." The magician Ji'an is a diehard of "Duran Workshop", as if he had done a very sacred thing.

look! If we destroy this "Origin Network Club" and "Blizzard Workshop", they will definitely thank me.

Maybe Her Royal Highness will know about it by then!

But I don't need to thank you, I will be a very humble person.

He thought proudly and proudly.

Soon, other magic forums also began to be taken over by these Blizzard hackers.

Because these days only some passers-by who can't stand it help stand up and say a few words, so the opinions on the magic forum are completely one-sided.

At this moment, the magician Sam suddenly received a message prompt, and saw someone replied below his forum speech: "Sorry, the regular army you mentioned has escaped, and the logistics you said can't do anything to save the world. "

Signed by Tiences.

Immediately attracted a large group of replies:

"!!??"

"Come as soon as you open your mouth? Just you?"

"After all, don't be responsible for what you say on the forum."

"Can you believe what the altar pet says?"

"Go to sleep, dreams have everything"