Marshlight Sanctuary, atop an ancient palace.
Orion and Leonidas stood side-by-side on the tower’s peak, also gazing at the two distant hurricanes on the front line.
"Hahaha... Bro, congratulations! You’re about to gain another capable subordinate!"
"How so?" Orion turned his head, looking at Leonidas in surprise.
Truthfully, Orion had sensed the distant battle and had been continuously monitoring it.
However, the clash between Gustalon and Yvaine was incredibly fierce, and Orion hadn’t perceived any indication that Gustalon would emerge victorious.
"I can only say the enemy is very foolish, very naive!" Leonidas declared.
"Their current fighting method is all about using wind elements to attack each other."
"To fight a wind elemental life form within the wind itself—one can only say that wind-wielding monster’s brain has been eaten by zombies."
"If they used a different fighting style, your subordinate would undoubtedly lose."
"But as it is now, he’s guaranteed to win!"
Orion fell silent. He had to admit that Leonidas had a very valid point.
When facing any enemy, one should dictate their own rhythm.
One must never use their own shortcomings to counter an enemy’s strengths.
That Windfoot Freak, although also wind-attribute, possessed a very impure affinity for wind compared to Gustalon—this was her weakness.
"Actually, I’ve always had high expectations for him!" Orion murmured, gazing into the distance. With Lumi as a precedent, he indeed held great hopes for Gustalon.
He just hadn’t expected Gustalon to embark on his path to the Legendary level in such a manner.
"Haha... Elemental life forms are different from us; they have natural advantages," Leonidas said.
"Bro, Arthas and I once both tried to create our own elemental avatars. Unfortunately, we both failed."
"These elemental life forms have resistance to many secret arts."
Orion’s pupils dilated, and he looked at Leonidas, somewhat astonished.
Leonidas continued, "Don’t look at me like that. When you reach the peak as an Arch Lord, and countless years later find yourself unable to see the path ahead, you too will try any possible method to enhance your own strength."
"Demigod level isn’t that easy to achieve!!"
This was the first time Orion had seen such dejection on Leonidas’s face. A wave of powerlessness emanated from Leonidas’s body.
At this moment, Leonidas seemed somewhat disheartened.
"Bro, I believe in you, and I believe in myself too," Orion said, a statement of mutual encouragement.
Hearing this, Leonidas chuckled, "Hehe."
In the blink of an eye, the negative emotions surrounding Leonidas vanished completely.
"That’s right! When the time comes, we’ll step into the demigod level together and wreak havoc."
Orion nodded, his expression firm. However, upon seeing the distant hurricanes again, his brow furrowed once more.
"Bro, why do you think those two Arch Lords haven’t made a move?"
This was a doubt Orion couldn’t quite resolve in his mind. Logically, with a Legendary-level battle erupting on the front lines, as faction leaders, they should have appeared to investigate.
Leonidas explained, "They’re observing. These Arch Lords who have lived for countless years are powerful yet cautious, timid yet suspicious. They generally won’t take risks themselves."
As he spoke, Leonidas chuckled "hehehe," perhaps because he felt he might also be describing himself.
"Through these subordinates, they want to learn more about us and our underlying strength."
"Mark my words, as long as we don’t show ourselves on the front lines, they won’t either."
Leonidas was very confident; over countless years, he had fathomed the intentions of too many hearts.
"It’s not just us mobilizing troops; they are also preparing for a major war."
"Bro, Marshlight Sanctuary’s northern border will become a battlefield meat grinder next."
"Small-scale conflicts cannot stop. Whoever stops first shows weakness, and they will then suffer a full-scale offensive from the other side."
"To buy some time, we must be prepared for attrition and sacrifice."
Leonidas spoke these words calmly, seemingly unconcerned about the lives of the cave spiders and wyverns.
"I understand!" Orion replied.
In the distance, the collision of the two hurricanes grew increasingly violent. The storm’s center had long since become a no-man’s-land, filled only with stones and trees flying chaotically through the air.
The scene was like the advent of an apocalypse.
...
Titanion Realm, Ironveil Escarpment.
Unlike the initial rising of the tide, as the Sea Race grand army approached, a great tsunami gradually formed.
The kinsfolk of the Stoneheart Horde witnessed the terror of the Sea Race for the first time. The sight of the tsunami striking chilled all land-dwelling races to the bone.
However, many bloodline warriors showed no fear in their eyes.
Because after the scorpion tribe’s arrival, an enormous sand mountain had been piled up at the foot of the escarpment.
Especially after Soraya intervened and summoned a sandstorm, the effective altitude of the area around the escarpment had risen even further, granting everyone a measure of security.
Roar!
Just then, the abyssal dragon Xalathar, which had been lying prone on the ground, abruptly stood up and roared towards the distant sea region.
"They’re here!" Soraya spoke, drawing everyone’s attention.
Delilah, Dace, Otho, Ursa, Drakthul, Gormathar, and the others quickly gathered by Soraya’s side, looking out towards the horizon together.
"I can’t see anyone!" Dace exclaimed.
"They are in the seawater!" Soraya answered Dace’s doubt, simultaneously reminding everyone else.
In the distance, the ocean waves began to churn, becoming exceptionally turbulent.
Giant, swirling waves rolled towards the shore, crashing and churning with sounds like the roars of deep-sea monsters.
Awooo! Awooo!
Two strange dragon roars emanated from beneath the sea. The seawater grew violent, the waves stacking up like mountain peaks, exerting an extremely oppressive feeling.
The abyssal dragon Xalathar, not to be outdone, and as if its territory had been violated, continuously issued warning roars.
Following this, a series of loud splashing sounds erupted as two giant seadragons broke through the water’s surface, hovering above the sea, facing Xalathar and Soraya from afar.
Behind the seadragons, batch after batch of Sea Race warriors emerged from the water, their disciplined ranks gazing at everyone on the escarpment.
"Your Excellencies, I am Voryn, Third Prince of the Waveborn seadragon race. The Trident Sea is the territory of our people."
Voryn, looking at Soraya and the abyssal dragon on the escarpment, introduced himself first.
In Voryn’s view, among all those present, only Soraya and the abyssal dragon were qualified to converse with him.
"I am Soraya, Warden of the Stoneheart Horde."
"Your Highness the Third Prince, for what reason have you stirred up a great tsunami to sweep Stoneheart Horde’s territory?"
Soraya stepped forward. The Sea Race showing a willingness to communicate was something she was very happy to see.