Chapter 111: Troops Deployed to the Border

On the far shore, where the Ordinary Continent and the Frontier met, two diametrically different sights unfolded.

On one side was a magnificent landscape of brilliant sunshine and clear blue skies, resembling a hidden paradise.

The other side was eerie and terrifying, a mysterious region shrouded in a deathly black fog.

The edge of this continent did not belong to any of the three great races; it was actually a territory ruled by numerous small ethnic groups.

These small tribes had chosen to settle here out of necessity.

After all, the land was barren and desolate, resources were scarce, and it faced constant threats of harassment from the Frontier forces.

By contrast, the central plains of the continent were the truly rich and fertile lands, serving as the core territory for the three great races.

However, no one would have imagined that a massive Frontier army of millions was hidden in such an inconspicuous corner.

They concealed themselves silently within the black fog, making it difficult for the outside world to detect their presence.

To the small groups living on this land, the Frontier had always been filled with endless mystery and a strange sense of dread.

Due to historical reasons and the fear of unknown dangers, they never dared to venture there easily.

Because of this, they had not yet discovered the abnormalities inside the fog.

However, the key factor causing this situation was that the Elven Race still firmly believed the conspiracy theories about the Human Race that the Frontier had once whispered to them.

Faced with such information, the Elven Race had believed it without much thought, failing to realize that the Frontier had already secretly colluded with the Human Race and was planning an invasion against them.

This was the territory of the Goblin Race.

Although they could not be compared to the powerful three great races, in the eyes of the Goblin Race itself, they were already considered a strong power outside of those three.

As long as one could cross this land, they could reach the heart of the Elven Empire directly.

In the center of a massive camp constructed from natural materials like grass, wood, and vines, there stood a slightly crude palace.

That was the location of the Goblin King’s palace.

The facilities inside the entire camp were simple and rustic, without much ornate decoration or grand architecture.

Huge bonfires burned brightly around the perimeter, illuminating the entire camp.

Goblin soldiers carrying spears patrolled back and forth, dutifully guarding the area.

At the four corners of the camp, tall watchtowers held goblin sentries who remained alert, closely watching the surroundings for any potential threats.

Although the Goblin Race had lived on the edge of the continent for a long time and frequently suffered harassment from various Frontier forces, their defensive system was quite rigorous.

In reality, if they truly encountered an attack from a powerful enemy, the Goblins’ greatest role would likely be to quickly pass information to the other three races.

Until now, the enemies they faced were usually just bandits from the Frontier or wanted criminals.

It was only today that the Goblin Race finally understood why the nine great races had been so wary of the Frontier for hundreds of years.

Inside the palace, it was quiet, as if time itself had frozen.

In the midst of this silence, a figure appeared as quietly as a ghost, without alerting any goblins.

This person was completely covered in a black cloak, wearing a mysterious mask that only revealed a pair of freezing eyes staring intently at the elderly Goblin King.

“I give you two choices. First, declare war on the Elven Race.”

The Snake Driver’s voice was cold and ruthless, carrying an irresistible authority.

He did not state the second option, as there was no need for words.

The Goblin King felt the powerful aura radiating from the opponent, and his heart couldn’t help but tremble.

He knew clearly that he was by no means a match for this person, but rather than risking his entire race’s survival, he would rather choose to fight.

Thinking this, the Goblin King’s eyes gradually became determined.

He gripped his scepter tightly, attempting to stand up.

However, the moment he applied strength, a flash of bloody light surged, and a blood-colored long sword pierced through his chest like lightning.

“You…”

The Goblin King’s pupils shrank suddenly, his face full of shock and confusion.

Clearly, they were both at the Legendary rank, so why was the gap in their strength so massive?

Blood gushed from the wound and quickly condensed into a sharp Blood Sword.

The Snake Driver pulled out the weapon with ease, not even bothering to look at the Goblin King’s corpse again.

Instead, he turned his gaze toward a corner at the back of the hall.

“Come out!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the air with a deterrent force that could not be ignored.

Obviously, he had sensed another presence there long ago.

From a dark, deep corner, a young and slightly immature goblin gradually revealed himself.

This goblin held an extraordinary status—he was the Goblin Prince, the second son of the Goblin King.

“You know what to do, right?” the Snake Driver asked softly in a calm tone.

Hearing this, the young Goblin Prince immediately dropped to both knees, showing absolute loyalty and submission to the Snake Driver.

“This subordinate understands!”

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Time passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye, the entire Goblin Race began to move.

They quickly mobilized a large number of elite troops and used various clever disguises and covers to allow a powerful army from the Frontier to march silently toward the Elven Empire.

The Frontier army was exceptionally large.

If the entire force moved at once, it would inevitably cause panic among the three races.

Therefore, although they had agreed to help the Human Race, all they actually needed to do was state their position.

They needed to let the Elven Race and the Dwarven Race know that the Frontier forces were on the side of the Human Race.

As long as they could force the Dwarven Race to participate, their plan would be a great success.

The battle on the front lines was locked in a stalemate, and as the Frontier forces began to step out and intervene, Qi Lin, located on the Ordinary Continent, was currently executing his own plan.

The three races were in a chaotic war.

Judging by the ulterior motives of the various factions, their thoughts and actions all pointed to one result: making the Elven Race disappear from among the three.

‘But could a race that possesses a god truly fall so easily?’

Qi Lin thought.

Perhaps the Human Race’s actions had been permitted by the Human God.

After all, no one had ever said that gods were creatures without emotions.

If they had emotions, then private desires were inevitable.

‘But what happens after the Elven Race is destroyed?’

Once the two races digested the Elven territory, took prisoners, and converted believers, it would only make the strength of the remaining two races reach a higher level.

Qi Lin could not let them have their way.