Beginning with the lizard men and traveling through the Middle Ages

Chapter 172 The struggle in the shadows
  Lynch fought off several more waves of greenskins during his vigil.

Until dawn, he had eliminated a dozen small waves of greenskin invasions.

The team once again moved forward along the moss-covered ruins. Obsidian pillars stood crookedly in the dense forest, and the moss covered the road carved with ancient symbols.

Evergreen trees have made their home on the stone road. If Lynch hadn't observed carefully enough, this ancient road lingering in the jungle would have lost a witness.

The gradually dying ruins reflect the ancient race that entered the sunset during the battle.

The dwarf walked lightly and carefully avoided some of the well-preserved ruins.

Asul also became cautious, with some respect for the ancient times, not to destroy the history engraved on the ground of this city.

This is a priceless treasure, far greater than gold and precious stones.

Lynch didn't care. The lizard people valued efficiency more.

Pahuakos remains in the past forever, but the cold-blooded species moves forward.

If the power of chaos entrenched in the mortal world cannot be resolved, all history will be fleeting.

Reconstruction should occur after a war is won, not during it.

The cold-blooded ones are still fighting the devil, and are increasingly at a disadvantage.

There are fewer and fewer Slann alive. If all Slann are killed in battle, the lizardmen will degenerate into beasts.

Because the Saurians' wisdom was bestowed upon them by the Slann, it was some kind of response to corruption.

The soul of every lizard man is connected to a Slann. Slann's extraordinary thinking and computing power supports the thinking of thousands of Thoros at the same time.

If the Slann dies, a new Slann will take over the Thoreaus it is responsible for. If there is no magic toad willing to lend a helping hand, Thoreaus' wisdom will gradually disappear.

Maybe this can't be called true wisdom, but it's better than being a mortal and turning into a demon in battle.

Lynch didn't know if he was like this, he wasn't sure if his soul was in his body.

Battle after battle seems to prove that he is different from ordinary Thoreaus, he is independent.

The dwarves and elves no longer quarreled, and Sorian fell into a kind of emotional empathy. He recalled the declining mountains and the magnificent cities.

Tens of thousands of dwarves occupy the fortress city that can only be filled by hundreds of thousands of dwarves. The ancient runes have long been dimmed, and only a few furnaces have been activated.

The lower mines are more often echoed with the sound of fighting than the crisp sound of mining minerals.

And this is already considered the largest existing city-state.

In ordinary fortresses, there are only a few hundred dwarves standing in the Oath Hall, and more dwarf kings only rule the dead city symbolically.

The golden age has passed, and the mountains are no longer a paradise for dwarves.

Luding thought of his hometown, Tal Fennu. In that historic city, there were many minarets.

The dense Tallinn was once inhabited by elves, but now in the dark night, only scattered spiers light up.

There are still many elves living in Ulthuan, but they are no longer one-tenth of the number of elves in ancient times.

Asul either died in the war or fell into darkness, fled to the north, and transformed into Druzi.

This is how the huge number of Druchi is maintained. They are always facing the invasion of the northern Chaos forces, but the reproduction promoted by black magic, as well as the defecting Asur and Eslay, provide enough replacements for the dark elves.

Obviously, there will be no Druchi returning to Assur society, unless he infiltrates as a spy.

In the vast ocean, Asul's huge fleet was floating and sinking in the violent storm.

"Shadow Blade" quietly returned to the cabin of the dragon ship where he was lurking.

No one knows the name of Shadow Blade. He is the right-hand man of "The Hag" Heliban, the leader of the Cain sect.

He was called in awe by Druzi, "the walking god who does not see death."

As the most prolific assassin of his time, Shadow Blade's stealth has never been revealed. In Lothern, Shadowblade listened in the shadows as Belannar the Wise reported to the Phoenix King.

He knew about the Skaven's "Master of Death", but he had never actually paid much attention to the notorious and terrifying assassin.

Because to Shadow Blade, he is the most powerful assassin.

After secretly reporting relevant information to Heliburn, Shadow Blade received a new mission.

He would continue to incite Ashur's hostility against the Skaven.

Therefore, Shadow Blade carried out dozens of assassinations imitating the "Master of Death" in the dragon ship fleet.

In order to make the deceased look like he was killed by "the dance of sorrow", he deliberately used a special poison.

Shadow Blade certainly knew the terrifying weapon in the hands of the current "Master of Death", so he imitated it perfectly.

"Weeping Flurry" is the collective name of the three "Weeping Blades".

The Master of Death holds one in each hand and one on his tail. The multiple cursed weapons make him invincible.

Shadow Blade, who is also a master assassin, really wants to see the methods of the "Master of Death".

As it happens, there have been many assassinations in the Sorcerer Tower of the Supreme Sorceress in recent days.

The master of the Shadow Blade was gloating about this, as her relationship with Morath had never been good.

But the Supreme Sorceress has already cast magic on them, and no matter how dissatisfied they are, they must serve the Supreme Sorceress.

Otherwise, their minds will be occupied by Moraes and they will be forced to serve Moraes.

Heliburn chose a more respectable approach to effectiveness.

Shadow Blade must go to the Black Ark, where Morath has only a small floating island left, to fight against the elusive "Death Master".

"Start the attack!"

The "Shadow King" of Assur, a descendant of the nobles of the Kingdom of Nagaryth, and the current prince of the Shadow Continent, Aris Anar issued an order to the shadow warriors with hatred.

The spies brought information from Hal Gancy, and the Cain sect was planning revenge against Asul.

Aris must stop Druchi and retaliate for what he did to Assur with an even more horrific attack.

Hatred is the driving force that sustains Aris through the long years.

Before the Great Schism, his family had been the strongest supporter of "Witch King" Malekith.

They devoted everything they had to fighting for the throne of Aenarion's son.

Unfortunately, Malekith was ultimately defeated, and they could only regretfully pledge their allegiance to the new Phoenix King, Belshana, and wait for the election of the next Phoenix King.

No elf could have predicted that the noble son of Aenarion would fall so quickly that he would poison Belshanar for the throne.

Retribution was so timely that Malekith failed to withstand Asuryan's test and was consumed by the sacred fire. His men killed all the princes who came to witness the coronation.

The schism began, and all the nobles loyal to the Phoenix King in the Kingdom of Nagaryth, the hometown of the Witch King, were killed.

The Anar family refused to offer their loyalty to the king who fell into darkness and fought to the end.

The elf warriors who claimed to be "Druqi" slaughtered the continent of Nagaris. When Aris returned to his hometown, he only saw ruins and the corpses of civilians everywhere.

Aris had to admit that he had lost the meaning of life at that time.

He lost his relatives and people forever.

After the Witch King failed to get his hands on the Maelstrom, the shattered continent of Nagaryth dealt him a heart-wrenching blow.

(End of this chapter)