Chapter 497 The clarion call of resistance!
The alliance lost.
It was not a local war, or the failure of a particular war, but a major defeat on the frontal battlefield!
The massive battle line consisting of more than one billion allied troops was completely defeated, with the casualty rate reaching a terrifying 70%.
Before this, there was no sign of this defeat.
The alliance was in high spirits and won battle after battle. In just over a month, the Southern Theater had recovered nearly one-fifth of the territory.
Just when everyone thought that the Alliance would take advantage of the situation to defeat the Scourge, an accident happened.
Gigantic frost dragons swept up the dark clouds and rushed down from the freezing sky, smashing the alliance army's formation into pieces.
When the alliance army wanted to organize an offensive counterattack, it was too late.
It’s not just because of the sudden appearance of the Frost Dragon, but also because the strength of these bone dragons is beyond everyone’s imagination.
They are all super-powerful, and their strength is also among the best among the super-powered ones.
The sky was filled with frost, accompanied by a low dragon roar.
Blood and body parts.
Roaring and screaming.
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In the face of absolute strength, the battle line formed by more than one billion allied troops is as fragile as paper.
It was broken into pieces with just a slight poke.
Any resistance is futile.
The Alliance soldiers fled in such a desperate situation.
They didn't even have time to collect and deal with the bodies of their companions and could only flee in panic.
That being the case, few are able to escape from the southern war zone alive.
More than one billion Alliance soldiers have become "fertilizer" for the land and even become materials for building soldiers for the Scourge.
Such a devastating defeat was completely unacceptable within the alliance.
A few days later, players with technical analysis made statistics and came up with a data that made the alliance players even more desperate.
Among the frost dragons that descended this time, the weakest one was at the middle super level, while the strongest one was at the peak super level, comparable to the strength of a king of a high-level race.
There were as many as 100,000 such frost dragons .
Does the alliance have 100,000 super-powerful people?
Maybe there are, after all, each major race has an extraordinary heritage.
But no race is willing to send all of its super-powerful warriors to the battlefield, as that is the foundation of their foothold in the Endless Continent.
Even if all races are willing, the strength of those 100,000 frost dragons is not diluted at all.
If both sides were put on the same stage and fought to the end, the latter would definitely be the winner in the end.
So, there is no solution!
The huge gap between the two sides caused despair throughout the alliance, and many players even broke down and cried, believing that the alliance was bound to lose.
Even the top leaders of the alliance were in a state of dejection. In the parliament, the senators who had been so vigorous some time ago now all sat in their seats with gloomy faces, and no one spoke a word.
Among them, many senior councillors even looked depressed and desperate.
In this war, many high-ranking races brought out their best forces, but the final outcome was like this.
After this battle, many high-level races lost most of their top combat power, and there is a high probability that they will not be able to maintain their qualifications as high-level races. Even the qualifications of middle-level races need to be worked on.
But none of this matters anymore.
It took them more than a month and countless troops to recapture the territory, but it was seized again by the Scourge in just a few days.
Not only that, the Scourge's battle line advanced significantly toward the western part of the Endless Continent, and the territory it occupied increased by nearly one-tenth compared to before the war began.
Don't underestimate this one tenth.
This means the complete extinction of dozens of races.
Moreover, the Scourge collected one billion corpses in this war. Once they consume these corpses, their strength will increase dramatically.
As one side gains strength while the other loses strength, it will be in vain even if the alliance can gather more troops.
The Scourge's 100,000 frost dragons are like a mountain, standing tall above the Alliance, ready to crush them and destroy everything at any time.
The Titan King, who used to be so arrogant, lowered his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking about.
If we were to say who among them still had bright eyes and had not completely lost his fighting spirit, it was actually the Dwarf King.
The number of blacksmiths lost by the dwarves this time was not much less than that of other races.
As the logistics force in the army, many dwarf players also follow most of the players to the front-line battlefield.
When the army was defeated, these blacksmiths were unlike the combat profession players. Almost all of them died on the battlefield, and only a few of them were able to come back alive.
The dwarf king slammed the table and shouted, "Look at you guys, what do you look like?"
"You are the backbone of the alliance. If even you lose confidence, what hope is there for the alliance?"
A high-ranking king snorted and muttered, "In the current situation, is it enough to just have confidence? The elites of the alliance have all been killed, so where can we find hope? Are we really expecting a miracle to happen?"
The Dwarf King glared at the man and said, "Then according to what you said, we might as well hand over the Tower of God to Guskidan instead of fighting!"
The king raised his head and shouted, "Yes, what's the point of fighting? More than one billion alliance troops were killed and fled, and there are more than 100,000 super-level bone dragons. Even if we sacrifice our lives, it will only provide the enemy with more 'materials'!"
"In my opinion, we should just surrender to Guskidan!"
The dwarf king was so angry that his hands were shaking.
Under normal circumstances, how could the kings of ordinary high-ranking races be so disrespectful to him?
Right now everyone believes that the alliance is doomed to fail, so no one is in the mood to care about anything else.
The dwarf king said angrily: "You want to be someone else's dog, do you think they will agree? The Scourge only recruits the undead!"
That's true.
Although the Scourge has fanatical believers within the Endless Continent.
But that was for the purpose of expanding the business. To become a cadre or member of the Scourge, one must first declare to Guskidan his eternal loyalty and must be reincarnated as an undead.
Not all undead are skeletons, but reincarnating as undead means giving up one's own race and everything one believes in.
How could the kings of these high-ranking races accept this?
Even if one is afraid of death, it is impossible for him to accept being reincarnated as a ghost.
Therefore, there is no possibility of peace talks between the Alliance and the Scourge. Either you die or I die!
Seeing that the king lowered his head and remained silent, the Dwarf King looked around and spoke again: "Where is this guy Azriel? As a permanent senior councilor, why hasn't ?"
"Don't forget that she was the one who first proposed this battle!"
As soon as the words fell, there was a "bang" sound from the door, and a pair of noble and gorgeous metallic wings appeared above everyone. The gorgeous magic corridor slowly flowed above it, containing endless magic power.
Who else could this person be if not Azriel?
There was no sign of dejection in her expression, but rather she looked bright as always.
"Everyone, the support of the gods has arrived. It's time for us to blow the horn of formal resistance!"
