The success of the Alpha Kingdom has set a bad example for the human nations. It seems that as long as there are continuous victories in the military, all problems can be easily solved.
Smart politicians know that exhausting soldiers and wars cannot be sustained. To avoid being dragged down by military expenses, launching wars is the only choice.
Take the Alpha Kingdom as an example; under the current political system, a great upheaval is bound to occur within decades of peace.
The unity at this ti is based on the premise of having an external enemy.
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Hawkman Court.
After putting down the intelligence reports, the Hawkman King fell into contemplation.
The Tuntian Soldiers of the Alpha Kingdom have started rotating, temporarily reducing the military pressure on the Orc Empire, but in the long run, it is the beginning of disaster.
"Suppress the news, report it to the tribes after a while!"
For so reason, the Hawkman King made this decision impulsively.
The more you know, the more troubled you beco.
Being tasked with connecting allies, the Hawkman King understands the thoughts of the allies better than other orcs.
The feedback from other allies is considered normal, but the Elf Race’s behavior is particularly strange.
In theory, with the hawks in human nations posing a serious danger to the Alliance’s security, the Elf Race, as the leader, should spearhead a counterattack.
Yet in reality, the opposite is true; when dealing with these issues, the Elf Race has chosen the delaying tactic of appeasent.
In response to the human nations, it’s nothing but protest after protest. There isn’t a single substantive counterasure taken.
If it were just perfunctory for outsiders, it would be understandable.
Without starting a war, aside from protests, the Elf Race has no way to deal with the Human Race.
Economic sanctions organized by the Anti-Human Alliance have been ongoing, but they’ve had no effect whatsoever.
Originally open cross-species trade has now gone underground, turning into illicit trade that cannot see the light of day.
The problem is that the Elf Race, as the leader, manages its subordinates in a very laissez-faire manner.
The current Anti-Human Alliance is entirely dominated by the Elf Race. The secure leader never dictates to its subordinates.
Regardless of whether the tribes maintain the status quo or pursue reform and innovation, the Elf Race does not interfere.
Not only do they not interfere, but they also can’t be bothered to ask a single question.
If this were the first ti the Elf Race was acting as the leader and lacked managent experience, it might be understandable. The problem is, they’ve been leaders for many years.
Back in the day, when the Orc Empire and the Elf Race were vying for discourse power, the Elf Race managed its subordinates more strictly than it does now.
At present, the Elf Race completely ignores its other subordinates, except for a few species that are entirely attached to it.
Experience tells the Hawkman King that there is undoubtedly a problem behind this.
Under normal circumstances, even if the Elf Race were to be laissez-faire, it would at least take asures to strengthen internal alliance ties.
If continental war breaks out, everyone must be able to join forces in a short ti to jointly confront the human race, the great enemy.
Upon realizing sothing was wrong, the Hawkman King sent people for a covert investigation, but unfortunately, the Elf Forest is not accessible to outsiders.
Unlike the Human Race’s high internal mobility and the use of magic to change appearances to blend in,
as long as they don’t encounter a Sanctuary or an eighth-order strongman skilled in soul, they won’t be discovered.
In the world of elves, it’s more closed; a new elf appearing suddenly can beco a hot topic among elf tribes within hundreds of miles.
Hiding one’s identity is difficult, especially since an elf’s deanor is hard to fake. Inappropriate words and actions can expose one’s identity at any mont.
Directly sending spies is sothing the Hawkman King dares not do, with his eyebrows being sensitive.
The investigation task falls to the mission groups, entering under the guise of exchanging pleasantries multiple tis, ultimately gaining nothing.
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In fact, the Hawkman King is not the only one who noticed the Elf Race’s unusual behavior, but everyone has tacitly chosen to observe.
Until it’s clear what the Elf Race intends to do, no one wants to stand out and attract trouble.
Elf Forest.
With no ti to respond to external suspicions, a group of high-level elves gathered under the mother tree, quietly gazing at the starry sky.
Similar actions have been going on for several days, as if waiting for sothing.
"It’s coming!"
Just as the Elf High Priest spoke, the stars in the sky suddenly dimd.
A group of elves gazing at the starry sky showed signs of worry between their eyebrows and eyes.
The real "Cataclysm of ten thousand years" has begun, and the Continent of Aslante is about to enter its darkest hour.
"On the day of the stars’ fall, the earth and sky overturn, the gates open, and the twilight of the gods arrives!"
This is the prophecy left by the Elf Goddess, and it is now beginning to co true.
Compared to the previous cataclysms, this ti the cataclysm brewed for longer and will co even more fiercely.
The Continent of Aslante of today is no longer our era.
If the Human Race wants to dominate the continent, then let them. When the disaster strikes, let’s see if they can still laugh.
Pass down the command to imdiately comnce the Split Land Plan with full force, without hesitation.
Although the Human Race may beco aware, they cannot stop us from leaving.
By now, those Sanctuary powerhouses of the Human Race are probably still dreaming of becoming gods, completely unaware that the world has changed!"
As the Forest Elf Queen’s words fell, the previously opposed elf upper class fell into silence.
The beginning of the prophecy has been fulfilled, and the subsequent content is likely true as well. Staying on the Continent of Aslante ans enduring hardships together with the Human Race.
By reviewing cataclysms over the millennia, while the continental overlords indeed bore the brunt of the blow, this doesn’t an other races fared better.
Catastrophes break out with indiscriminate attacks.
People only noticed the decline of the overlords because the affected races either fell to insignificance or disappeared from history’s course.
The great races that continue to this day are lucky survivors of crises; their understanding of cataclysms isn’t as deep as that of the Elf Race.
"Your Majesty, this must be strictly confidential.
Only if the strongn of all races believe the lie, we have a chance to withdraw entirely.
The Savage Continent is a good place; though desolate for now, with our efforts over millennia, it might not differ much from the Continent of Aslante!"
The Elf High Priest said sternly.
If this news gets out, the entire continent will explode.
The outside world considers the discovery of the Savage Continent as rely a coincidence, not knowing it is an Elven stratagem.
The strongn of all races fled to the Savage Continent to avoid the Elental Tide, seemingly preserving their species’ power, but in reality, it’s overcoming the problems for the Elf Race.
In the past three hundred years, many savage beasts were slaughtered, with many strongn paying with their lives.
Now all of this benefits the Elf Race.
"The High Priest is right; today’s events must remain undisclosed.
You must all seal your souls yourselves to prevent outsiders from prying!"
The Forest Elf Queen imdiately ordered.
In this magical world, keeping a secret isn’t enough. No matter how tight-lipped, souls can still speak.
To prevent enemies from retrieving information through soul searching, strongn will use secret techniques to seal part of their soul’s mory.
All elves present are Sanctuary powerhouses.
Being prepared, unless the Divine Spirit intervenes, no one can extract information from their souls.
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The stars dimd, causing those specializing in celestial arts to drastically change their expressions.
Not like a cloud-covered night sky, this ti they completely lost touch with the celestial bodies.
Snow Moon Territory.
In his sleep, Hudson was forcibly awakened by the diviner from the Offering Group.
"Miss Afia, don’t you think it’s rather presumptuous to barge in during the middle of the night?"
Hudson said with a face full of displeasure.
With the ongoing developnt of the territory, Hudson has gradually recruited various talents.
Most professions have made outstanding contributions to the territory’s developnt.
Astrologers are the exception; their professional skill has too much backlash and is essentially playing with their lives.
Without major incidents, Hudson naturally wouldn’t casually have people divining under backlash.
"Duke, sothing has happened to the stars!
According to ancient lore, when we lose touch with the stars, it’s the day the gods fall.
If the rumors are true, soon there will be a rain of blood, and opportunities to beco gods will fall on the continent..."
Before Afia finished her words, Hudson’s expression had already changed drastically.
If this news is true, the continent is about to enter chaos. Bearing the title of the continent’s top strongman, he has been pushed into the eye of the storm.
Indeed, in the end, all debts have to be paid!
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