Chapter 735: The Gathering of Masters
Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations
“You mean you watched the broadcast with the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection on White Pigeon Square and saw that the Orc Kingdom is in trouble? The players over there might be in trouble too?!” Fang Qi’s hands shook, but he quickly covered it.
He would still behave wildly once in a while in the shop, but he had generally acted more maturely than before.
Hearing the fragmented and messy explanations from different people, Fang Qi finally understood the situation.
He realized that this was a real disaster compared with previous incidents.
“Sir, I’ve decided.” With red eyes, Sala said, “We’ll return to our elf forest today to gather our people, and then we’ll go to the frontline…”
“I’ve decided too.” Beside Sala, a.s.sa.s.sin Harrison said, “When we played a.s.sa.s.sin’s Creed, the master a.s.sa.s.sins taught us that the a.s.sa.s.sins’ creed is free will. Now that some people are even deprived of the right to live, how can we have freedom…?”
“I thought that the things in the virtual worlds were far away from our real world, but similar tragedies are taking place right before us,” Elina said, “I’ll return to the ruins of Avil Empire and gather more brothers.”
“Nothing is true; everything is permitted!”
At this moment, Dwarf Elder Sauk also walked up with a group of dwarves. “I never thought that another workshop’s mystical realms would be better than those of the Lava Studio of our Dwarf Clan. But the mystical realm, World of Warcraft, attracted me from the very beginning; I like the hearty dwarves, the delicious alcohol, and every inch of the land in the game.
“Ohoho… I still remember that in one raid, a young paladin was so nervous than he cast Divine Intervention on my hunter pet… In the end, we were wiped out and had to watch that pet boar laugh.” Others all laughed when they heard the old dwarf telling the old story.
It must be noted that it was a precious spell used to protect the priest and other players who had resurrection spells.
After laughing for a while, they felt even sadder.
“Do you know? That paladin resurrected us many times in the mystical realm, but now…” Even the old dwarf was full of sorrow. “He’s a young knight from a neighboring nation of the Orc Kingdom… If… something happened to him, I wish someone could resurrect him…”
Elf Elder Sauk glanced around the people standing in the shop and said, “I’m thankful to World of Warcraft for bringing us together and giving me a chance to make so many friends. But I’m sorry to say that we must leave now.
“We have to leave not only for them but for… our own homeland as well.”
“Sir… they say that our Holy Light is useless!” Dicas had come to the shop to say goodbye to other players as well. After all, as a member of the Royal Magic Union, she wouldn’t have time to continue playing World of Warcraft in this situation.
However, when Dicas saw the atmosphere in the shop and remembered the sneering comments of the mages in the magic forum, she felt even more despondent.
Mr. Fang had a small headache and patted his forehead. “If the situation continues, my shop will lose all business…”
Some elves even ran over and hugged Mr. Fang, as friends of course.
“Farewell! I’m thankful to the mystical realms in the shop for giving us so many beautiful memories!” With tears flowing down her cheeks, Sala waved at Mr. Fang.
“Although the resurrection spells can’t be used… I’m still thankful…”
“Ha? What are you talking about?” Mr. Fang looked at them. “Who said that you can’t use the spells?”
“!!??” All the people looked at Mr. Fang and were stunned.
…
At this moment, the huge army swarmed down south from the Orc Kingdom like a black flood, wiping out several small and middle-sized nations on their way.
The humans on the Nora Continent were divided into two big groups. One group included the Radiant Light G.o.dly Nation and its subordinate faith nation. The other group included the Morning Light Empire and other nation which didn’t require their citizens to believe in a certain G.o.d. Of course, some nations of the second group would lean toward the group led by the Judgement G.o.dly Palace.
The high-level officials of each nation obviously acted more swiftly than Mr. Fang who had been oblivious of the situation.
After all, Mr. Fang was only an internet café owner instead of a military officer; his main job was playing games.
This continent had many masters come. They had reached the supreme level 9, and some of the elites had even become legendary ‘saints’.
Under the crus.h.i.+ng force of the huge flood transformed by the soldiers of Shadow Legion, the Celine Princ.i.p.ality and Lianshan Princ.i.p.ality sitting in the inland of the continent became the warzone between human nations and the Shadow Legion.
Masters of the continent gathered there, and so did the elites from different nations.
Some of them had projected their images in St. Heinz’s grand hall. They included World Mage Hematon and Sword Saint Clause.
Of course, some hadn’t appeared in the Judgement G.o.dly Palace. The Nation-Protecting Sword Saint of the Morning Light Empire was one of them, and he came here accompanied by Grand Mage Adolf.
“I don’t think we need to make it a big deal.” In the conference room of Lianshan Princ.i.p.ality, the old man dressed in a white sorcerer’s robe without any badges on it was Hematon. “The truth is that we defeated them several times in history.”
“But we paid hefty prices!” Another person said loudly. Dressed in s.h.i.+ny golden armor, the person who spoke was the only saint-level master in Lianshan Princ.i.p.ality. “Mr. Hematon, you must know that we had to ask the Radiant Light G.o.dly Nation to create miracles each time when the Shadow Legion attacked us.
“But now…” He slammed his fist on the table and roared in a fury, “They didn’t respond! Didn’t respond at all! Don’t they know the current situation?! They only care about their faith!”
“Mr. Saint Heinz is cultivating in seclusion,” Sword Saint Claus said coldly, “Her Highness the Princess is busy and tied up. She sent me and a portion of the G.o.dly Palace Legion here to help you.”
“Mr. Claus, when did you begin to serve the Radiant Light G.o.dly Nation?!” The man wearing golden armor sneered.
“I’ve sent messages to the Elf Clan and the Dwarf Clan,” Adolf said, “Everyone, I think it’s time for us to put down the grudges between different races.”
Although these people were here to discuss and come up with an answer, it was clear that they were not as friendly to each other as they claimed.