I am the Arcane Archer, and all my skills are self-created.

The next morning, the sky over the Burning Plains began to change color.

The originally gray clouds were replaced by a dark red curtain of light, and the temperature rose by at least thirty degrees in an hour.

The crater in the distance began to emit thicker black smoke than usual, and the ground could be felt to tremble in waves.

The Alliance’s formal pre-war meeting was held in a huge white command tent.

In the center of the tent was a three-dimensional magic sand table that occupied half the ground, with representatives from twenty-three guilds seated on either side.

The Myth Guild consists of Li Wu, Hua Zitong, Immovable Mountain, and Steel Shield.

On the side of divine punishment were Caesar and his two lieutenants.

Each of the other guilds had one or two representatives present.

Hua Zitong stood in front of the sand table, holding a command baton, and gave a detailed explanation of Titan's estimated data and combat deployment.

"Based on data from historical world events, the Titans are estimated to be at least level 130, with an estimated health of between one billion and one billion. The battle will consist of at least three phases, each with its own mechanics."

She divided the areas on the sand table.

"The first army is the tank team from the Heavenly Punishment Guild, which is responsible for drawing aggro from the front. The second army is the DPS team from Mythology and the ranged units from Heavenly Punishment, which work together to deal with the core DPS. The third army is responsible for dealing with the mobs and the shield mechanism. The fourth army is for healing and support."

"The commanders of each army group are..."

"Let me speak," Caesar said.

The tent fell silent for a moment.

Hua Zitong glanced at Li Wu, and Li Wu nodded slightly.

Caesar stood up and walked to the sand table.

Instead of using Hua Zitong's baton, he drew directly on the sand table with his fingers.

"The tank regiment of the First Front Army is personally led by my vice president, Iron Wall. He has fought three world bosses and knows how to draw aggro, how to switch guards, and when to tank damage. You don't need to worry about this."

"The three fronts will handle the mobs and the shields; that's left to Dragon Soul War God's team. His men excel at multi-target combat."

"For the treatment of the four armies, the Elemental Council's priests are the most professional; let them handle it."

He spoke quickly and decisively.

Every arrangement was reasonable and well-founded, and there was nothing seriously wrong with it.

Hua Zitong listened without interrupting, but her fingers kept writing in her notebook.

As Caesar finished speaking, he pointed to the center of the sand table.

"The second front, the core output."

He paused for a moment, then turned to look at Li Wu.

"There is only one suitable person for this position."

All eyes in the tent were on Li Wu.

Li Wu sat in a chair, one leg crossed over the other, toying with an ordinary energy arrow in his hand.

His relaxed expression contrasted sharply with the serious atmosphere of preparation around him.

"I have no objection," he said.

Caesar nodded.

"I assume temporary command during the battle," Hua Zitong spoke up, her voice soft but each word clear. "I will be responsible for the coordination and tempo control of all army groups. Anyone with objections, please raise them now."

No one speaks.

This wasn't because Hua Zitong was particularly prestigious. Rather, it was because everyone knew that the man standing behind her was someone capable of annihilating three gods with a single arrow.

Whoever opposes her is opposing him.

"If not, meeting adjourned." Hua Zitong closed her notebook. "All guilds, go back and make final preparations. The Titan's arrival is expected around 4 PM today. Everyone, arrive an hour early."

Everyone got up and left.

Caesar took one last look at Li Wu before leaving.

Li Wu was flipping the energy arrow between her fingers, not looking back at him.

Hua Zitong finally breathed a sigh of relief when only members of the Myth Guild remained in the tent.

"Caesar is a tough guy to deal with," she whispered.

"There's nothing wrong with his arrangements," Li Wu replied casually.

"The problem isn't with the arrangements," Hua Zitong frowned. "His words just now handed over command of the First, Third, and Fourth Front Armies to people from the Heavenly Punishment Faction or his allies. Did you notice?"

"I've noticed."

"Then why did you say you had no objections?"

"The core damage output is in my hands, and battlefield coordination is in yours." Li Wu put away the energy arrow. "As for the rest, let him do whatever he wants."

Hua Zitong opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she just sighed.

"That's the kind of person you are."

"What do you mean?"

"Too lazy to calculate."

Li Wu smiled and did not deny it.

At 3 p.m., the dark red light curtain over the Burning Plains suddenly deepened.

The ground began to shake violently, and in some places the rocks began to crack, with magma gushing out from the cracks.

All 2,800 players of the alliance have arrived and are arrayed in the designated areas according to the organization of the four army groups.

Li Wu stood at the very front of the Second Front Army, which was slightly forward of the center of the entire formation.

Behind him was the core damage-dealing team of the Myth Guild, including a squad of archers led by Chasing Wind and several high-level mages.

Next up are the ranged units of the Heavenly Punishment.

From the command platform at the rear, Hua Zitong maintained contact with all military forces through a magical communication network.

3:45.

A system announcement popped up.

[World Event - The Corrupted Titans Are About to Descend!]

[Location of Descent: Central area of ​​the Burning Plains]

[Countdown: 15 minutes]

The moment the announcement popped up, everyone looked up at the sky.

A crack appeared in the center of the dark red light curtain. The crack was slowly widening, and a chilling purplish-black light emanated from it.

"Is that the entrance?" Chasing Wind nervously gripped his bow.

"Hmm," Li Wu replied calmly.

His gaze pierced through the crack, trying to perceive what lay on the other side.

His sense of destiny gave him a response.

It was a sense of oppression he had never experienced before.

It wasn't a specific hostility, but a huge, heavy "presence" that could almost bend space.

Even before that thing has appeared, its very existence is already influencing the laws of this region.

"Hua Zitong." Li Wu opened the communicator.

"explain."

"This thing is stronger than we anticipated."

There was a two-second silence on Hua Zitong's end.

How strong?

"You previously said the blood volume was between one billion and one billion."

"right."

"I think it should be doubled."

Hua Zitong's breathing came through the communicator.

Are you sure?

"I'm not sure, but my senses tell me this thing isn't something with a billion health points."

Hua Zitong remained silent for a few more seconds.

"...I've adjusted the deployment. Are you ready on your end?"

"at any time."

3:55.

The crack in the sky has expanded to the size of a small mountain.

Black light poured down from the crack, illuminating the entire plain.

Everyone stopped talking.

Two thousand eight hundred people, completely silent.

3:59.

One minute left in the countdown.

Li Wu took the arcane bow off his back, and the runes on the bowstring glowed faintly.

He took a deep breath.

Four o'clock sharp.

The crack burst open.

A gigantic arm, so large it blotted out the sky, emerged from the rift.

The arm was made of stone and lava, and each finger was over twenty meters long. It gripped the edge of the crack and pushed hard.

The whole sky was shaking.

Immediately afterwards, a second arm also stretched out.

Then there was a huge head.

The head was a hundred meters tall, its face made of broken rocks, and purple flames burned in its eye sockets.

When its mouth opens, you can see a swirling, all-consuming black vortex inside.

Corrupted Titans descended from the sky.

The moment its feet touched the ground, the ground within a five-kilometer radius collapsed by three meters.

The shockwave propelled the front-line tank regiment more than twenty meters, knocking several men to the ground.

A system message pops up.

[The Corrupted Titan Orgrimmar LV135 World Lord]

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