<h4>Chapter 757 The restless Blizzard haters</h4>


    The war... was over... The night fell silently.


    The tomb-like hills on the battleground, the ragged ck gs, and broken weapons seemed to tell people how cruel and fierce the war was.


    The dried-up blood had soaked into the sets of battle armor and dyed the ground red.


    Except for thest trace of red light of the setting sun in the horizon, everything was in endless darkness.


    It was silent, and only a few crows flew in the sky.


    A few pdins stepped onto this deste and dejected battleground.


    The dead warriors from the Elf n, Dwarf n, and Orc Kingdom slowly woke up on the deste battleground under the shining Holy Light. They looked around and shivered involuntarily.


    Cautiously, Helen turned over the corpse of a soldier of the Shadow Legion and saw that it looked totally different from a human, an elf, or a dwarf.


    Some of these corpses were from races that had been extinct long ago as recorded in the ancient documents.


    People wondered what kind of power could gather them into such a strong and fierce army.


    “Did you notice that...” Commander Elven looked grim. “All of them died in battle. None of them died while fleeing.”


    It seemed like these creatures had no fear toward death. Everyone shivered subconsciously. If it was true...


    Without resurrection spells, no one dared to face such an army, let alone defeat them.


    They felt fortunate that this nightmarish legion was finally eliminated.


    Priests waved their staffs, showering the ce with sparkles of golden light. Their faces were filled with smiles and joy of surviving this brutal battle.


    They only dared to shout at this moment, “We... won!” “We won!” Helen also lifted her sword and shouted. Gradually, cheers resonated in the area.


    At this moment, Mr. Fang returned from the north of the Orc Kingdom with arge group of elves, dwarves, and human warriors.


    Before he could react, Mr. Fang was grabbed by the people and tossed high into the sky.


    “Oh–!”


    “Ahhya–!”


    They shouted in joy and enjoyed the beautiful moment.


    The scene froze and seemed to have turned into a permanent image.


    “Did you take the picture? Did you?” Some elves were holding the newmunication jades that they had bought online.


    “Let me see! Let me see!” They leaned over and looked.


    On the picture, Mr. Fang who was being tossed into the sky had a dejected expression on his face.


    – Meanwhile, at the Nations Summit –


    “How is it?!” Everyone was intently staring at the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection operated by the group of mages.


    “Done! Done!” Covered in sweat, Hematon fiddled with the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection for a long while and finally made the visuals appear again.


    “Where are they?” “Did he win?”


    “It seems so...”


    Even Princess Isabe froze for a long while before she snapped back to her senses.


    “He won just like that?!”


    What was that power he used?!


    Sunlight?!


    Howe it looked like our power?! What is going on?!


    Again, the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection turned to the battleground at the Lianshan Principality.


    “Here they are!”


    The people at the Nations Summit heard resonant and ocean-like cheers through the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection.


    The dwarves and elves all stood up while they watched the people on the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection. “I think this is a victory that everyone should celebrate!”


    They were influenced by the joyous atmosphere that they saw. “They are all heroes!”


    Only St. Dn and others from the Judgement Godly Pce were still thinking about the words that they heard from the Continent of Immortal Relic — “A bunch of noobs; don’t evere again...”


    A bunch of noobs... Their faces all turned red.


    The situation was that the Judgement Godly Pce had ordered the retreat, and the so-called ‘randomly-mixed army’ won the war.


    How could they argue with that?


    They felt so choked with frustration that they almost explode.


    “Next time, anyone who dares to order retreat will be punished ording to the military rules!” Princess Isabe red at St. Dn and Sword Saint us while mming her hand on the table in her pce.


    Sword Saint us’s heart lurched, and he asked in a low voice, “Mr. Dn, what do we... do now?”


    St. Dn said, “From now on, no one mentions this! Time will erase everything.”


    If they remained cool and downyed it, this event would pass without drawing much attention.


    While St. Dn said that, things were still going on in the magic forum named Eye of Mystical Realms.


    [The Blizzard braggers always bragged about how powerful the battles in World of Warcraft Mystical Realm are. Now with such a huge war going on, none of them actually joined the battle?] In his messy alchemy room, the disheveled and stout mage posted ament cheerfully.


    [I think we can make a big issue out of it.] One Blizzard hater suggested under thement. [We can take this opportunity tounch propaganda against them. Maybe we can destroy the reputation of the Blizzard Workshop.]


    [Why do you hate them so much?] A passing aristocrat who had remained neutral couldn’t bear it anymore and replied.


    [Another defender? An Origins Fighter?] In the messy alchemy room, Sam, a mage and a bottom-level employee of the Crystal Workshop, scratched his messy hair and inhaled deeply as if he had just received a shot of stimnt. Anyone who dared to utter a different opinion in such a situation would be tagged as an Origins Fighter!


    [They just spend their parents’ hard-earned money on such trivial entertainment games that suppress their ambitions. Is there a single yer of World of Warcraft who dares to enter the battleground? Several days have passed; do you see any messages saying that they did anything for the war?]


    [A couple of days ago, Master Lywood and Master Auth released several posts, saying that we obtained the upper hand in the war under the leadership of the Radiant Light Godly Nation! Warriors of the Radiant Light Godly Nation had received training in the military mystical realms of Dn Workshop!]


    [Just this morning, our Radiant Light Godly Nation reported that the battle is going well, and there’s nothing to be worried about.]


    [The users of their mystical realms are probably engrossed in the scenery and entertainment. How can they do anything serious?]


    [I guess no one would want them to do even logistics and supporting work.]


    [Is there any reason for the trash mystical realms such as World of Warcraft to stay around and mislead more people? It’s a tumor!]


    The moment that the passing aristocrat made ament, a string of replies appeared below it.


    Seeing that the passing aristocrat made no replies, Mage Sam was delighted.


    [I think we shouldpile an intelligence report on this issue and post it on every magic forum.] Mage Jian was a loyal fan of the Dn Workshop and thought that this would be a holy thing to do.


    Look! If we destroy the Origins Inte Club and Blizzard Workshop, we would be greatly appreciated.


    Perhaps even Princess Her Highness would know about it!


    But I don’t need their appreciation. I’m a very humble individual.


    Mage Jian thought to himself proudly.


    Soon, the Blizzard haters began to take over other magic forums.


    With only a few indignant passersby posting some defendingments, the trashingments were in andslide on the magic forums.


    At this moment, Mage Sam suddenly received a prompt and saw someone replied to his post in the forum. [Sorry, but the regr army that you mentioned fled, and we who can’t even do logistics and support work saved the world.]


    “!!??”


    [Think before you speak! How can you guys do that?]