Translator: Noodletown Translations  Editor: Noodletown Translations

[I'm envious of you…]

[Big Boss! I admire you!]

On the magic parchment appeared flattery comments from mages all over the world.

[The customers of Blizzard used to brag about how powerful the mystical realm named World of Warcraft is, and how they could learn holy light resurrection spells and go on so-called battlegrounds. But now, I'm afraid that none of them dare to go to the war.] In the messy and dirty alchemy room, the mage dressed in the mage's robe with embroidered star patterns lounged on his chair and browsed the posts while dissing the players of World of Warcraft.

Meanwhile, Master Auth also posted a comment in the Eye of Mystical Realms. [Blizzard players, you have trained for so long in the mystical realm named World of Warcraft. I want to ask if you are qualified to join the war?]

[My goodness! Master Auth posted a comment in person!]

It immediately received many replies from active users.

[I admire you, Master!]

[We must call out the forum pet Dicas to look at the personal post of Master Auth.]

[What's a forum pet?]

[It's a name for people who defend Blizzard Workshop brainlessly and bite people like a dog. Isn't forum pet a good name for them?]

[Hahahaha…]

[It's hilarious. A pet dog?]

[Those 'Origins Fighters' need to see this too.] Another person commented. [They also boast about their alchemy skills besides their sword techniques and magic spells. It sounds as if everything originates from their shop. It's the origin of everything in the world.]

[If not, how can it be called Origins Internet Club?]

[How come none of the 'Origins Fighters' are replying here? Hahaha!]

Below the post, many people posted [Hahaha] to show their merriment.

At this moment, Master Lywood and Master Auth, who were not combatants, were also watching the war while keeping an eye on the magic forum.

They posted a sarcastic comment. [They probably have gone to resurrect those orcs with their great resurrect spells and have no time to deal with us 'mortals'.]

The laughter got even louder.

“The magic forums are very boisterous lately?”

“Yes, Your Highness.” Even though he was a trusted subordinate of St. Dulan, Peable rarely had a chance to come to this palace. While lifting his eyes cautiously, he only dared to look at the position below the woman's lower leg while she sat on the crystal throne.

Under the hem of her dress revealed a small portion of her exquisite shoe tips.

“A small workshop from the East Continent brags about the so-called resurrection spells, but I doubt that they have the ability to go on the battleground,” Peable said in a hurry and took a quick glance at the images of the war on the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection.

Of course, aside from this place, in the conference room of the Nations Summit, where high-level officials from different nations were having discussions, people were also watching the war through the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection.

The Elf Clan and Dwarf Clan were also invited to watch the war.

Of course, it was also the best way to supervise the war.

Meanwhile, Mr. Fang led his internet cafe rescue group to the Orc Kingdom.

The place before them couldn't be described as shambles; it was a nightmare.

The bodies of orc warriors scattered on the ground randomly. Some of them still tightly held their weapons, not letting go even after dying. Some were pierced together by one spear or lance, left standing in the ruins like skewers.

Helen who was born and lived in peaceful time and the elves who had lived in the tranquil forest s.h.i.+vered when they saw the horrifying scene. At this moment, they felt like they were staring at h.e.l.l.

It was so horrifying that it swallowed everyone here like endless darkness.

It was a real h.e.l.l.

Perhaps they must do something. Otherwise, this h.e.l.l would be their fate too!

“First search for any survivors in this area! Everyone, move!” The First Elder of the Elf Clan was obviously calmer, but his words still sounded regretful and heavy. “We probably can't save all of them, so we must work quickly.”

How great was the power that could bring people back to life? It worked fine in the virtual world, but in the real world, it wasn't as easy as just pulling someone up from the ground in the game.

It involved energy consumption, faith, spirit, and many other aspects; it was definitely not a spell that one could cast with ease.

If the bodies were decomposed or had only bones left after wild beasts were fed on them, even resurrection spells couldn't bring them back.

At least, the beginners could never achieve that with their resurrection spells.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Orc Kingdom.

This was a small valley named Jade Valley.

Countless orc corpses were scattered on the ground outside the valley. They wore heavy armor with the crest of a roaring flame lion; these were armor worn by the 'Roar of Kingdom' Legion of the Orc Kingdom.

Darkness spread out like a black blanket. On the ground outside the valley, an orc lifted his hand from the pile of corpses, trying to get up. But soon, he was engulfed by the spreading darkness before being eroded and turned into ashes.

The Orc Kingdom was a prosperous and powerful nation, and their king was an ultimate peak saint-level existence. But now, the wounded old orc roared while he was being dragged to retreat by his legion.

Then, countless horrifying black shadows swarmed up like a flood.

“Bladestorm!” A not-very-tall figure charged up like a madman.

“Mr. Dirk!” A wolf-headed general, who was dragging the old orc dressed in the royal robe to retreat, roared hoa.r.s.ely.

Although Mr. Dirk was only a rogue, he was the most popular person in the nation, and he was well received by the aristocrats and civilians. He was like a national treasure in the Orc Kingdom.

Among the orcs who valued strength, Mr. Dirk was popular not only because of his frequent Spiritual Spell Visual Projection shows.

With a furious roar, Mr. Dirk charged into the horrifying flood like a cannon ball.

Countless sharp blades spun around him, and these terrifying blades seemed to have turned him into a horrifying mincer. Even the elite soldiers of Shadow Legon who had experienced countless battles and killed many beings were knocked down in large groups like wheat before a farmer's sickles.

Holding the huge double-handed sword, Mr. Dirk hacked around in the crowds like a tornado, cutting down soldiers one after another. All the soldiers on the battleground s.h.i.+vered at the sight of the crazy sword shadow.

“Evacuate with the king!”

Swoos.h.!.+ Swoos.h.!.+ Several sharp spears whistled across the darkness and torn open the void like flashes of lightning that represented death, and they created strong winds.

With a furious roar, Mr. Dirk hacked open two sharp spears with his sword that moved like a phantom. However, the third spear pierced his chest.

At the same time, a dark and ominous presence appeared out of the blue and clutched Mr. Dirk's neck like a pitch-black hand, lifting his whole body into the air.

“Mr. Dirk!” A furious roar sounded as if this orc bit his teeth. “Demon Spirit… Sal.”

“I saw many orcs like you,” a deep voice sounded from an unknow place, “Like morons, they always tried to block us with their little strength and yelled words like 'For the Horde'. They were hilariously stupid!”

“I hate such ignorant people the most. Don't they know what fear is?!” The hand smashed Mr. Dirk viciously against the hard face of a mountain, knocking off large pieces of rocks while the sickening and distorted voice snarled, “Why don't you run?! Why don't you break down and scramble before running in panic just like everyone else?!

“To deal with people like you, I always pierced them with a long spear like a skewer. You know, they usually don't die immediately; they groan for a long time…”

“Roar!” A shrill and long howl resonated throughout the entire Jade Valley!