20demayo Chapter 1533 Make him take responsibility!
Chapter 1533 Make him take responsibility!
Blood-red plains.
At this moment, the plain has been transformed into a desolate wasteland.
As far as the eye can see, there is no other color. The once fertile grassland has turned into an endless gray-white Gobi desert, the ground cracked into countless ravines, as if the earth's skin has been peeled away to reveal the withered bones beneath. There is no wind, no insect chirping, not a trace of life. Not even a single withered blade of grass or a slightly protruding stone remains, let alone any living creature.
On the edge of this dead land.
The wasteland and the green forest formed a clear dividing line—on one side was a desolate gray-white landscape, devoid of any vegetation; on the other side were evergreen trees, their branches swaying gently in the wind. It was as if two worlds had been severed at this point.
Beside the dividing line, a dozen figures were slumped on the ground, panting heavily.
Beast King Lion Thunder, Dwarf King Gom, Elf Chieftain Xuan Jin, and Earth Chieftain Wan Yan are resting here, exhausted.
Behind them stood a dozen or so elite orc warriors, as well as a dozen or so elite elf and earth race warriors.
These are all the survivors from the four races: the Orcs, the Dwarves, the Elves, and the Earthlings.
Of the nearly 600,000 elite troops—comprising hundreds of thousands of orcs, hundreds of thousands of dwarves, and 300,000 elves and earth races—only fewer than 30 managed to escape from the Crimson Plains and survive.
In order to survive, they burned their life essence and overdrawn their life force, barely managing to fight their way out and reach the edge of the blood sacrifice array at the last moment before it was activated.
Although he was injured, he survived.
Looking at the area that had turned into a desert before him, the dwarf king Gorm gripped his axe tightly, gritting his teeth, veins bulging, filled with rage.
"Humph!!!"
He chopped the axe down hard on the ground!
"boom--!"
A deep crack was cleaved in the ground, sending debris flying everywhere.
His voice was filled with rage: "Are those Zerg a bunch of lunatics?! They actually self-destructed to activate such a massive formation?!"
The Earth Clan Chief, Wanyan, leaned against a rock, his face filled with despair.
He never imagined that his army would be completely wiped out in this battle!
The Elf Clan Chief Xuan Jin said, "This is too abnormal. We didn't even push the enemy to the brink of death, yet they fought us in such a suicidal manner, even at the cost of their entire clan's destiny..."
Gorm gritted his teeth, the veins on his hand gripping the axe handle bulging.
He glanced back at what was behind him.
His own people... not a single one is left...
The dwarves already suffered from a severe power gap, with very few high-level transcendents. The group he brought this time consisted of all of the dwarves' elite forces.
The result was that the entire army was wiped out!
"This matter absolutely cannot be left like this!" King Gom of the Dwarves was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. He said, "It's all that Night Song's fault! He gave the battle orders! As the chief executive officer of the Allied Forces of All Races, he caused us such heavy losses. He must be held accountable!"
Upon hearing this, the Earth Clan Chief Wanyan chimed in, "That's right! We paid such a heavy price because of his command errors; he has to give us an explanation!"
"That's right!" "That's right!" The Earth Clan soldiers echoed.
"But, but..." a warrior of the Elf race couldn't help but say, "After Lord Nightsong ventured into the Misty Fog region, it seems he didn't send back a signal for the Allied Forces of the Myriad Races to attack the Crimson Plains. It was entirely up to our Allied Forces to see the Misty Fog dissipate and the light emitted by the Queen Mother Insect, and then take the initiative to order the army to advance, wanting to kill the insects and seize the treasure... Lord Nightsong even took the initiative to recruit those who went into the Misty Fog to scout ahead for the Allied Forces of the Myriad Races..."
"..."
The Earth Clan's stubborn rock was momentarily speechless, unsure how to refute.
"Hmph, even so, didn't Night Song make any mistakes in command?!" Gom snorted.
"cough......"
Xuan Jin coughed lightly and spoke slowly, her tone calm:
"The Dwarf King is right. In any case, someone has to be held responsible when something goes wrong. After the eerie mist dissipated, the Allied Forces of All Races entered the Crimson Plains with such great momentum that Nightsong couldn't possibly have been unaware. But as the Chief Executive Officer of the Allied Forces, he didn't send back any warning messages—which means he tacitly approved of the Allied Forces' actions. If that's the case, he should be held responsible."
“Exactly.” Gom nodded in satisfaction.
The losses in this battle were enormous.
No race can bear such a loss alone.
Therefore, we must find someone to take responsibility.
"Ugh......"
Lionheart sighed softly beside him.
responsible?
The main force of the Allied Forces of Ten Thousand Races has now been almost completely wiped out on the Blood Plains.
All races in the Allied Forces suffered heavy losses.
Even if all the races in the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races unite now, do they really have the ability to put pressure on the human race and make Night Song take responsibility for this?
“Even so,” Wanyan suddenly remembered something and said, “What if Yege dies? Don’t forget he was the first to enter the Crimson Plains. Although his strength seems to be far superior to ours now, entering the Misty Zone is unpredictable. What if he dies?”
"Wouldn't it be better if he died?" Gom sneered. "The other human race has become so developed over the years. He has so many valuable industries and resources under Night Song's control. If he dies, let the Night family give up all these resources to make up for our losses!"
“That’s right!” “That’s right!” Several warriors from all races echoed.
"Crack...crack...clunk..."
Just then, a slow footstep sound came from the blood-red sand and mist.
The footsteps were light and slow, yet they sounded exceptionally clear on the edge of this deathly silence.
"Ok?"
Lion's eyes narrowed suddenly, a hint of alertness flashing in his golden pupils.
He sensed an extremely powerful combat energy!
Demonic energy... and malevolent energy!
"Who is it!?" Wanyan, Gom, and Xuanjin also sensed the other party's presence and stood up, looking warily at the misty, blood-red sand.
A figure slowly emerged from the fog.
The man was dressed in the distinctive samurai attire of the Sunwheel Clan, a black, close-fitting outfit, with a long katana sheath at his waist. He wore a hydra mask that completely covered his face, revealing only a pair of deep, dark eyes through the gaps in the mask.
"Crackling crackling..."
He held the katana, its tip hanging naturally on the ground, making a "crackling" sound as he walked step by step.
The voice, neither hurried nor slow, was like an eerie death knell, striking the hearts of everyone present with each blow.