Chapter 2782 Prelude to the War

The official opening of Yuanchu Mall has set off a turbulent wave in the Eternal Kingdom, as well as Tianlan Continent and Keluo.

Every customer of the Origin Mall and Hearthstone Tavern knew about this through the magic phone.

They chatted endlessly.

The races that only existed in myths and legends, those races that should have been completely eliminated in the years, are so vividly presented in front of their eyes.

From a certain point of view, they are the heirs.

Of course, there is another thing that makes countless customers cheering, even if the new item is not so excited.

That's right, the boss's shop actually has a discount.

All products are sold at 10% off, which has never appeared in the history of the Origin Mall.

Many customers even speculated in private whether the boss encountered some kind of stimulation to make such a huge change.

What the truth is, it's a matter of opinion.

However, unlike Keluo and Tianlan Continent, the Shadow Realm has not changed much due to the official opening of Yuanchu Mall.

The shadow-dwellers wandered among the gray-white sand dunes, silent.

As the giant dragons of the past, they brought disaster to the race due to their arrogance, and were willing to give up their status as giant dragons in order to atone for their sins.

Long years have worn away their bodies and altered their forms.

All that remains is the immortal will and soul.

The dark gray clouds surged like a swamp, and occasionally black thunder flashed, like the tentacles of some kind of soft creature, twisted and terrifying.

The broken stars were half-sunk on the horizon in the distance, and the red rays of light flickered without stopping.

The interlacing of the world distorts time and space, and the space flashes hazy phantoms from time to time. Some areas are like broken mirrors, overflowing with gray mist.

The ground cracked.

The black fissure leads to the endless depths, the darkness flows freely like a tide, and the staggering figures twist into shape.

Dirty bandages wrapped around the body, hollow inside, only the most basic outline.

They roared and roared silently, eroding from the realm of nightmares.

But an army stood in front of them.

It was an army of dwarves, orcs, naga, beasts, humans, elves, dragons, undead and many other species.

Necromancers, human wizards, elf rangers and other races formed a square team, pouring the energy of destruction and flames into the cracks at no cost.

The orcs threw goblin-created explosives, flashing artistic fireworks.

The undead undead crawled out of the ground, like an endless swarm of insects, blocking the footsteps of nightmare erosion with their bodies.

Giant dragons of various colors are soaring in the sky.

Flames, poisonous mist, ice, nuclear energy... baptize the earth with various breaths.

This is a feast specially prepared for nightmares.

1579 stood on the dunes, watching the battlefield in the distance, along with the many shadow dwellers.

Exile, the dragon's name for the inhabitants of the shadows.

The shock that occurred dozens of hours ago caused ripples in the deep sea.

The silent nightmare is revived again in an attempt to drag reality into the realm of nightmares.

The exiles then pulled the curtain of battle.

Unlike the Nightmare Invasions of yore, the way of fighting is extra... new.

Yes, novel.

1579 thinks so.

Through the cards of Hearthstone, summon heroes from unfamiliar worlds and use their power to fight the enemy's invasion.

No thinking, no fear.

All that was left was the purest war instinct.

1579 is even a little suspicious. Hearthstone may have been born for war, and Hearthstone is just one of its most trivial ways to use it.

"It's spectacular."

Bai Yu stood on tiptoe and tried to look at the distant battlefield, "When will it be finished?"

"I don't know." 1579 replied calmly, "It may be a day, it may be hundreds of years."

Nightmare incursions are irregular.

Maybe it will disappear without a trace in the next moment, or it may last for a long time.

In the long years, 1579 has experienced similar scenes many times.

She had the patience to contend with it.

However, they cannot control the direction of the entire disaster, and the final outcome is already doomed.

Everything seems to be caught in a long cycle, forever unchanged.

The tide of nightmares will eventually reach the end at a certain moment, and finally completely engulf everything and bring about complete ruin.

The final disaster is over, and there will be a new beginning.

The exiles recovered from their long slumber and wandered again in the realm of shadows, like the undead on watch, continuing a new cycle of reincarnation.

Yes.

When they were completely transformed into their current form, they lost the ability to die.

It is a gift and a curse.

However, it is also good that they can redeem the sins they have committed until the day when they are completely eliminated and forgotten.

"It's been a long time." Bai Yu sat down.

She is the life that survived here in the last era, the last child of a race in an ancient ruins, preserved with all its might.

By chance,

This ancient ruin came into contact with the Shadow Realm and merged with it.

The exiles rescued her.

For Bai Yu, 1579 is equivalent to her family.

"Well... the boss should change all this, right?" She turned her head and looked at 1579, seeking her opinion.

"Maybe, maybe not."

1579's face gradually emerged in the black mist, hazy and illusory, and his voice was calm without the slightest ripple.

She has long been used to waiting and long reincarnation.

"Then if, if the boss really solved the pollution, what would you do?" Bai Yu insisted on this problem.

"I don't know." 1579's face gradually disappeared.

"If so, just say it casually." Bai Yu shook 1579's arm.

Of course, it was no surprise that it passed through.

"do not know."

"Tell me~"

...

Facts have proved that it is difficult for someone to resist a cute coquette.

"Go to the Origin Mall and experience the Hearthstone equipment." 1579 Xu was a little impatient and said casually.

"It's not this, I mean, what kind of life do you want." Bai Yu insisted, "It's just what you want to do, it's different."

White Feather is very serious.

1579 sighed, a little helpless with Bai Yu.

But this time, he fell into a long period of contemplation, and did not perfunctory again.

After a long time, she said softly: "If I can, I may build a house in the forest where no one disturbs my quiet life."

She likes to be alone.

"That's it, I still like the Origin Mall, I want to be with Frost and Xuanque!" Bai Yu made a plan early on.

1579 smiled and rubbed her head.

Not far away, the war was raging, and the brilliance of various colors was recklessly rendering the world. Two people, one big and one small, sat together and told their expectations for the future.

"Hey, by the way, I heard that a human being was rescued by you some time ago?" Bai Yu suddenly thought of something interesting.

"Destroyed by nightmares, but there is some power that keeps him alive, we saved him," 1579 said.