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"What do you think..."

The Sun King finally withdrew his gaze from the void, his pupils, like molten gold, sweeping over the other three rulers, their light gleaming with scrutiny and inquiry.

"Can this savior's plan, all that he has built... succeed?"

His gaze seemed to pierce through the barrier of the material world once again, landing on the gaping maw of the void that blotted out the stars and filled one with despair.

The sight stirred even the deepest part of his soul.

The stargazer was surrounded by a gentle, tranquil starlight, as if receiving messages from distant galaxies.

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying a certainty that seemed to know the future: "Why not?"

He met the Sun King's gaze. "Not long ago, a group of explorers from the depths of the astral plane were able to enter our world under the guidance of the Night Watch."

"I have had the privilege of speaking with several of these wise men. One point in their message is of paramount importance."

"His Majesty Kana, who is called the 'savior,' is anchored in existence by some higher-level 'rules' or 'prophecy.'"

"He did not proclaim it himself, but was endowed with the reality of 'savior' by the world and by the astral plane itself. This means..."

He paused.

"The vitality and potential contained in this world, under Kana's guidance, have reached a level that is sufficient to prevent the void from completely swallowing and annihilating it."

"The ending of destruction has been rewritten."

"Hahaha!" Upon hearing this, the elder of nature let out a loud laugh, which was full of approval and a sudden enlightenment.

"What an ambitious young man! Perhaps it is this grand ambition—not content with merely surviving and not satisfied with just being alive—that is the key to his ability to truly shoulder the responsibility of saving the world!"

A gleam of wisdom shone in his eyes. "Because the answer is simple—he saw a far greater future. The world's power was sufficient to avert destruction, yet he and his Night's Watch were still frantically accumulating power, refining the rules, and building their divine kingdom..."

"What does this mean? It means that their goal is not merely to 'barely survive' under the fangs of the void! They want a more complete victory!"
"It is to enable the world to recover from its weakness more quickly after the shock! It is to relight the light of civilization with a more brilliant light after the catastrophe! He not only wants to 'do' it, but also to 'do it better'! This spirit is admirable."

The Sun King listened quietly, his golden eyes shimmering with light before settling into a deep, serene calm.

He slowly stood up, his tall figure casting a long shadow under the starlight.

The majesty that once symbolized the "Lord of the Elves" has now been tempered into a calm and decisive approach belonging to the leader of the tribe.

“In that case,” the Sun King’s voice echoed in the ancient council hall, carrying the unquestionable final judgment, “the Ring Council accepts the Night Watch’s invitation. At that time, the four of us will represent the elves of the continent of Teth and arrive at the City of the Ring Tower on time.”

His gaze swept over the simulated starry sky on the dome one last time, as if to imprint the terrifying scene obscured by the giant purple maw into his heart, before he turned and steadily left the core ring.

The three remaining rulers, bathed in the light of the Starshine Stone, were each immersed in contemplation of the future and a complex assessment of the "ambitious savior."

Beneath the ancient dome of the Boundary Council, the echoes of a thousand years and the choices of the end times converge at this moment.

The ship of destiny of the Tate Elves has clearly set sail for the City of the Ring Tower, for the final battlefield that will determine the fate of the world.

……

The perspective shifts to the southeastern part of the world, to the land of Bestar, a place brimming with wildness and complex entanglements.

This place is a melting pot where races and forces intertwine.

Dwarves dwell deep in the mountain cities of the mines, humans dot the coast and valleys, and elves' outposts are hidden on the edge of ancient forests.

However, the true force that governs the heartbeat of this vast continent is the behemoth that occupies two-thirds of the territory and is forged by power and conquest—the Orc Empire.

Unlike the conflicts between human nations or alliances, the Orcish Empire is characterized by its iron fist and unique concept of "unity of all races".

The empire incorporated all dwarf and human communities on the continent, except those with deep ties to forces outside the region, into its territory and order, making them vassals or subjects.

More than a decade ago, the rise of the Night's Watch was like a boulder thrown into a deep pool, creating endless ripples in Bestar.

The legendary dwarf with the title "Golden King" in the Night's Watch High Council, and the "Tarril Expedition" led by his subordinate, the Grey Mountain Sage Lurek, aimed at reclaiming the dwarven homeland, held an irresistible attraction for the Silver Dwarves of Bestar.

Rather than relying on a foreign empire and being at the mercy of others, it is better to join the path of revival led by a king of one's own people, a path full of hope and dignity.

Thus, a large number of Silver Dwarf artisans and warriors, like weary birds that have found their nest, defected and, carrying their inherited skills and burning desires, flocked to the ice plains and mountains of Tarriel.

This was undoubtedly a fatal blow to the Orcish Empire—without top-tier forging support, the empire's prized war machine suffered a critical "softening."

Although powerful tribes within the empire, such as the Wolf Clan and the Tiger Clan, had learned some dwarven forging techniques over the long years of subservience, enough to sustain their daily military needs, they were still worlds apart from the masterpieces of the Silver Dwarf Masters.

The empire suffered real losses, but not enough to cripple it to the point of being unable to function.

What truly unsettled the empire's elite, especially the royal family at the pinnacle of power—centered around the Lion Clan and Elephant Clan, symbols of strength and unity—was another storm brought by the Night's Watch.

The ideology of serf revolution.

This wave sweeping across the world of order has created far greater turmoil in Bestar than on the continent of Anvion.

The social structure of the Orc Empire was built on a primitive, bloody chain of oppression.

Large carnivorous beastman tribes, such as wolves, leopards, and tigers, are high above, wantonly oppressing, exploiting, and even preying on herbivorous or weaker beastmen, such as rabbits and sheep.

Even the barbaric practice of eating it has not disappeared in some remote tribes.

The first Beast King of the Empire, with his unparalleled strength and wisdom, forcibly united these tribes that hated each other and whose diets might even clash, creating the framework of the Empire, but failed to eradicate the deep-rooted problems in their blood and culture.

Later rulers did not lack the desire for reform, but faced with resistance from powerful tribes such as the Wolf Clan and the Leopard Clan, who were the pillars of the empire's military strength, they were often powerless to act and hesitant to take drastic measures.

The Night's Watch's "blessing" was like a spark thrown onto a pile of dry wood.

A large number of low-level, vulnerable orcs, especially the long-oppressed rabbit and sheep tribes, suddenly gained power.

When the Night's Watchmen sounded the call for "freedom" and "dignity," a century of pent-up anger was instantly ignited.

The internal strife within an empire is far more bloody and direct than that within a human kingdom.

In this storm, the Lion and Elephant royal family displayed an intriguing "neutrality".

They tacitly approved, and even secretly orchestrated, this upheaval. When the wolves raised their knives against the rabbit burrows, the royal family did not exert all its strength to suppress the powerful wolf pack, nor did it prevent the resistance of the weaker groups, such as the rabbits, who had gained power and had an overwhelming numerical advantage.

They cleverly exploited the chaos, using the pretext of "maintaining the stability of the empire," but in reality, they used the Night's Watch and the power of the awakening of the lower classes to deal a heavy blow to the traditionally powerful tribes that were too big to handle and hindered the centralization of power.

Especially the wolf clan warlords who challenged the authority of the royal family.

When the dust settled, the royal family's position became more secure, the wolf clan was severely weakened, and emerging forces such as the rabbit clan, which gained a certain status, became new bargaining chips for the royal family.

This "internal strife" was in fact a painful but necessary power reshuffle and internal reform completed by the royal family under the era-shaking tide stirred up by the Night's Watch.

At this moment, inside the Beast King's Golden Tent, the center of the highest power in the Beastman Empire, the atmosphere was heavy and tense, with the lingering smell of blood and the strong scent of tribes filling the air.

The enormous tent was woven from tough mammoth hide and exquisite gold thread, with an ever-burning bonfire of honor burning in its center.

On the throne of the Golden Tent sat the current Beast King, a magnificent lion warrior, his golden mane like a burning sun, exuding an imposing aura without anger.

Beside him stood the empire's anchor—the elephant tribe's marshal, "Iron Nose."

This giant, nearly four meters tall, was clad in heavy plate armor engraved with ancient runes. His enormous tusks were wrapped with mithril rings symbolizing his military achievements. He was as steady as a mountain, silent yet exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Surrounding the throne were the leaders of the various tribes of the empire.

The wolf clan's "Black Mane" has sinister eyes, the leopard clan's "Shadow Strike" is agile, the rhinoceros clan's "Steady Horn" is steady and heavy, and the rabbit clan's "Swift Fang" has eyes as sharp as lightning...

They represent the empire's intricate power network and the tribal feuds that have not yet been fully resolved.

The topic was the gold-embossed invitation from the City of the Ring Tower, bearing the Night's Watch emblem and the mark of the power of the gods of Cana—the convening of the "World Conference".

"Humph!"

Blackmane, the wolf king, broke the silence first, baring his white fangs and letting out a low growl, making no attempt to hide his hostility toward the Night's Watch.

"What tricks are these damned Night's Watchers playing now? This 'World Conference'—are they trying to lure all of us leaders there and wipe us out in one fell swoop?"

"Just like they used to bewitch our slaves with sweet words and that damned 'blessing'!"

He deliberately emphasized the word "slave," his scarred face twitching, clearly harboring resentment towards the rise of the rabbit tribe and other lower-class tribes, viewing it as a great disgrace.

Sitting opposite him was the rabbit clan leader, "Swift Fang," a level 10 "Raider Sword Saint" with a tall and straight figure and a long, slender sword at his waist. Upon hearing this, he immediately retorted with a sarcastic remark.

His signature long rabbit ears twitched slightly, and his emerald eyes flashed with an unyielding sharpness.

"Stop spouting your paranoid nonsense, 'Blackmane'! This is the World Conference! The four kings of the Elven Ring Council, the human emperor of Anvian, and all those kings and alliances, big and small—aren't they all big shots?"

"They have all confirmed their participation. Only a few stupid little human nations, whose spines have been broken by the Night's Watch and who are only good at talking, dare to refuse."

"What, do you also want to be like those scum crushed by the wheels of time, a coward who can only hide in a corner and bark?"

His words were like poisoned daggers, precisely piercing the wolf king's most cherished "honor" and "power".

"You peasant!"

Black Mane flew into a rage, leaping abruptly from the chair inlaid with wolf fangs. His powerful body leaned forward, his murderous gaze fixed on Swift Fang.

"You think that by dressing up in decent clothes and sitting in this golden tent, you can swagger around in front of me?"

"Believe it or not, I'll tear your throat apart right now and show you who the real predator is."

His sharp claws sprang out from his paw pads, gleaming coldly.

"Come on! You stray dog ​​that only knows how to bite and howl!"

Xunya stood up without showing any weakness, his right hand instantly pressing on the hilt of the sword at his waist. His entire aura became like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, fast, accurate, and ruthless.

"Let your blood serve as a tribute to the heroic souls of my people who fell on the 'Wilderness of Blood and Tears'."

The air inside the golden tent seemed to freeze. Other tribal leaders either remained expressionless, had playful glances, or simply looked up to study the ornate patterns on the tent ceiling. No one spoke up to dissuade them, nor did anyone take sides.

The blood feud between wolves and rabbits is an unspoken scar on the empire.

Especially after that chaotic civil war.

"Bang--!!!"

A deep, thunderous roar suddenly exploded, causing the golden tent to vibrate and the campfire to flicker.

It wasn't the Lion King who slammed his fist on the table, but rather the Elephant General "Iron Nose" beside him who slammed the giant warhammer in his hand—"Will of the Mountains"—symbolizing the imperial military power, heavily onto the hard obsidian ground in the center of the golden tent.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread instantly, and an invisible, heavy pressure swept across the entire area, instantly suppressing the murderous aura between the Wolf King and the Rabbit Sword Saint.

The Lion King slowly raised his majestic lion head, his golden pupils sweeping over his black mane and fangs, his voice deep yet containing undeniable power.

"This is the Golden Tent, where the fate of the Empire is discussed! Not an arena for you to settle your personal grudges! Sit down!"

Under the overwhelming pressure of the Iron-Nose Marshal and the Lion King's icy gaze, Black Mane and Swift Fang were as if doused with ice water. Suppressing their anger, they reluctantly returned to their seats.

But the burning hostility in their eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

The Lion King's gaze swept over all the leaders in the tent before finally settling on the invitation on the table. His voice regained its imperial composure and decisiveness.

"I have summoned you all not to discuss such a foolish question as 'to go or not to go'! The four Elven Kings and the Human Emperor have already answered the call; how can the Empire be absent from a meeting that will decide the fate of the world?"

"That would be a stain on the glory of the Empire, a foolish act that would exclude us from the future landscape."

He paused, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"What I want to ask is, how should we participate? How can we secure the greatest benefits and dignity for the Empire at this conference that brings together the world's heroes?"

"We need to anticipate the direction of the meeting, discuss possible topics, and determine the position and bottom line of our empire."

He pointed to a fox elder sitting in a corner, dressed in fine clothes and with wise eyes.

"'Golden Eyes,' tell me your intelligence and analysis. With the Night's Watch making such a big fuss, what could be the core issue?" (End of Chapter)