Defying the Fate of Beheading-Chapter 513 - 285: Secrets Revealed, Prelude to the Final Battle_2

Chapter 513: Chapter 285: Secrets Revealed, Prelude to the Final Battle_2

Similarly, during the decline of the Elf Realm, the elves had to abandon part of their lands due to the increasing number of territories they controlled, and ultimately, they had to withdraw towards the core areas.

— Louis suspected that the elves back then underestimated the pressure of guarding the passage. After occupying certain lands, they found themselves unable to bear such a burden and had no choice but to return the land.

Also, during this period, as the population of the Elf Race increased, the number of trolls began to rise sharply as well.

This phenomenon led the Giant Demon Tribe, originally under the elves from the root, to begin to erode back, due to faith issues, affecting the Elf Gods, who were the racial gods.

— Ultimately, the Elf Gods, including the Elf Main God, started being entangled by the remaining curse of the Demon King on the trolls. It seems they took certain measures, and only after paying the price of their Divine Power declining, did they manage to eliminate the curse.

This action directly resulted in huge problems for the foundation of the Elf Realm, compounded by the previous influencing factors and the great dissatisfaction of various races towards the arrogant elves, together driving the sunset of the Elf Realm.

And this matter, when passed down layer by layer, would entangle the Giant Demon Tribe.

Although in Louis’s view, the decline of the elves was normal.

As far back as when they were still in the Underground City, on the day they shifted the Demon King’s curse onto some of their kin, the sunset of the Elf Realm was already predestined.

They were able to preserve a large number of their race, quickly seizing the initiative after leaving the Underground City, because of the Giant Demon Tribe.

A newly emerged race, possessing new technology and powerful combat power, and yet to be studied by opponents, if they have sufficient numbers, they indeed could complete a round of significant expansion in a very short time.

For example, if nobody on the Star Continent knew about the dragons and their mastered techniques, and suddenly a Dragon Empire descended onto the continent, it might only take a few years for the Dragon Empire to sweep across a large part of a new continent.

The elves’ technology, the elves’ numbers, the elves’ foundation... all these things coexisted based on the premise that they weren’t exhausted by the Demon King too much while in the Underground City.

To avoid having their foundation exhausted by the Demon King, the birth of the trolls would become inevitable, and as long as the elves wanted to create gods, they inevitably had to bear the backlash.

Not wanting to bear the trolls’ backlash, the Demon King would rule the Underground City, bringing unimaginable damage to the elves, and once the Underground City was integrated into the Star Continent, the elves wouldn’t have such strong dominance like in reality.

And the reality is that the elves, having borne this cost, wanted to rectify past mistakes and lend a helping hand to their troll brethren.

— And then they ended up burying their mantle of era-dominance.

From Louis’s perspective, this might just be karma.

But the elves may not think this way.

They would only feel absurdly that due to good brethren, they lost the mantle of era-dominance.

It hurts, it hurts so much!

Brother trolls, let’s not be brothers anymore.

Directly say-goodbye.

If a troll who just regained sanity were to see this situation, not slapping the elves would already be quite something.

Little bastards, feasting on our flesh and blood, got through the toughest times, and now you want to turn on your troll grandpa to make faces?

With a clap, trolls headed southwest and rooted in the Giant Plain, never to have direct dealings with the elven countries anymore.

"If this is true, it’s possible that as early as when the trolls left the Elf Realm back then, the elves had already secretly made a move."

The Grand Chief rubbed his temples with some headache.

On this continent, death is a common occurrence.

For the trolls living in tribal systems, death and iteration in the early years were even more common.

With people dead, lives lost, nobody would focus on "a certain founding cornerstone very important to the previous dynasty."

Is this about using the previous dynasty’s sword to cut the current officials?

It has muddled through thousands of years, leading to situations like the Giant Demon Tribe who is entirely unaware of such matters.

"I know guarding the passage is important, but I didn’t expect it to be this important."

The Grand Chief turned his head with a somewhat painful expression, looking at a Demigod beside him:

"Ya·Iron Tower, are you truly unaware of this matter?"

Ya·Iron Tower was the Demigod Giant Demon who had experienced both the previous Grand Chief and the current Grand Chief.

The atmosphere in the tribe had already undergone a subtle change by this time.

Some troll warriors had faintly aimed their weapons at the demigod.

The demigod raised his hands and said: "I truly don’t know about this..."

The next moment, he suddenly lunged towards the direction where Duke Prime Minister and Louis were.

But before he could get close, he sensed a death crisis and subconsciously retreated a few steps.

"Dark Crow Leader?"

A knight in black crow armor stood coldly in front of him.

The next moment, several expanding domains enveloped him, and then a small world was projected in the tent.

A Demigod Giant Demon of the tribe directly opened a small world entrance, and another Demigod kicked him into the opponent’s small world.

"Great Wind·Long Xiao, your small world is suitable for executing him."

The Demigod who delivered the kick turned to the Grand Chief and said after kicking the traitor in:

"Grand Chief, I’ll take some legends to deal with this traitor."

After finishing, he led a team of trolls and stepped into the demi-plane of Great Wind·Long Xiao.

Great Wind·Long Xiao glanced at the scene, turned his head to Nuke Long Xiao, and said:

"Great-grandson, protect the Grand Chief well, I’ll go deal with that guy."

After saying this, he also turned and stepped into his small world.

The scene became solemn, and the Grand Chief’s laughter was somewhat desolate:

"Good, really good, I didn’t expect to be infiltrated so severely without even noticing."

His chilling gaze fixed on Duke Prime Minister, he said:

"Duke Prime Minister, contact Tunisia, and inform that governor that I’ll send you a batch of trolls, whether you use them to reinforce the legion or use them as subordinates, it’s better than letting them die in a meaningless war."

Duke was stunned for a moment and said: "You..."

"Both our sides will each send a batch of people, you can send whoever, it doesn’t matter. Your most dreaded Giant Troll Suicide Squad will join this United Legion."

"I know they won’t be accepted by your Tunisia... I will lead them, charging wherever it’s dangerous, until those hidden in the Giant Plain are cleared out completely."

"Rest assured... they’re not quite crazy yet, but they’ll listen to me."

"If there are any trolls left alive after the fight... I’ll strangle them one by one."

Louis paused for a moment, his expression slightly moving.

At this moment, he finally understood the reason this thin troll could become the Grand Chief.

He knew that trolls inheriting the power of the Great Sin·Rage wouldn’t be accepted by Tunisia.

Conflicts between ordinary trolls and Tunisians could potentially cease, even if the possibility is small.

But the Suicide Squad is just a bit short of madness, and if this force lost control, who could stop them?

They don’t die, hoping for complete restraint from Tunisia is impossible.

Hence... these trolls will die on the path of charge.

But this time, the enemy has become the hidden hands stirring the Giant Plain, and potentially any extradimensional creatures.

Instead, choosing now to exhaust all the trump cards for a reason for peace and the possibility of nation-building.

— The trolls have been waiting too long for this day, they can’t hold on any longer.

Perhaps it’s precisely because of sensing this trend that the Grand Chief unhesitatingly unlocked the shackles of the Great Sin·Rage.

Unknowingly, sunset had already arrived outside the tent.

In the light and shadow of dusk, the Grand Chief slowly rose and said:

"What a pity, if discovered sooner, perhaps... we could have handled this issue ourselves."

Louis looked at the sunset and suddenly understood that the Grand Chief had thought even further.

The hidden hands orchestrating this situation for thousands of years could not possibly be merely hiding a few magical creatures and extradimensional beings in the Giant Plain.

After all, the Giant Plain can only accommodate so many creatures.

What’s most feared is... that they would continuously relocate even stronger creatures to the opposite of one or even several channels with larger survival areas.

If handled well, potentially an enemy on the other side of the channel... could destroy the entire tribe.

Therefore, he chose to cooperate with Tunisia and even... more parties.