Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 410 - 253 Uranos’s Request

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Chapter 410: Chapter 253 Uranos’s Request

"Think carefully about it yourself!"

Wayne was clearly unable to immediately accept the name proposal given by Noah, even though Noah’s clear reminder had already given him a guess.

In fact, Noah felt that although Wayne was abandoned by his father at birth, making his background somewhat tragic, he was also incredibly fortunate.

Compared to those true orphans abandoned among the ordinary, Wayne was practically a child chosen by fate, favored by destiny, a trendsetter of the era.

Uranos did indeed abandon Wayne back then, considering the birth of a Tifflin a disgrace to the Augustus family. However, although he abandoned Wayne, he did not entirely forsake him.

He paid a large foster fee to the Tifflins who initially took Wayne in, making those Tifflins overnight millionaires. Up to this day, those Tifflins are renowned magnates in the region.

That would have been it, but the key point was the hellish aura around Wayne, which caught the attention of a Hell Lord, earning him an honor that no one in the Augustus family had ever received.

This was the most crucial factor that allowed Wayne to step by step reach his current standing, possessing the capital to compete for the title of Undying King.

To be fair, aside from the absence of his parents in his early developmental years and the lack of sufficient emotional care, Wayne excelled in all other aspects, almost with full configurations.

What dissatisfaction does this kid have? Where does all this negativity come from? In terms of comparison of tragic life stories, there are plenty of orphans among the commoners more pitiful than him.

Yet, if compared in terms of origin, starting point, and opportunities, one might not easily find someone comparable to him anywhere in the world.

Frankly speaking, Noah felt that Wayne had never truly been beaten by life and might have even lived a life too good, too smooth.

"I need some time!"

"Whether you admit it or not, there are things that cannot be denied or erased."

Noah gave one final reminder, then ended his conversation with Wayne. He was already aware of the situation over at the Great Graveyard and had a good judgment of the upcoming scenario.

As Noah had anticipated, the assassination led by elves shocked the entire Xilantia Continent, mainly because this assassination eventually evolved into a continent-shaking epic battle.

The mere aftermath of the battle swept through the ten thousand-mile icefield, and the disturbance it caused in the elements was faintly perceptible even in the southernmost harbor city of the continent.

However, these were insignificant trifles. The truly important part was that the main participants of this epic battle, as well as the eventual outcome, truly shook hearts all over the continent, at least influencing the continent’s situation for hundreds of years to come.

Too many unexpected events occurred during what should have been an assassination operation, like how no one anticipated that Parvati, a natural demigod chosen by the Seven Gods and heavily relied upon, would end up reduced to a support role clearing minions in this battle.

Even more unanticipated was that the one finally inflicting serious injury upon the Immortal King and cutting off his head was the Eastern Holy Dragon, which records showed to be merely a dragon just over a hundred years old. Its power had already become this formidable.

What kind of unimaginable might would a dragon species like this possess once it passed the millennium mark? Could the Material Realm still bear such a powerful being?

This was the question many forces capable of observing the battle and gathering its outcomes most wanted to know after the conclusion of the Great Graveyard battle.

The northern Source of Calamity, the Immortal King had already fallen, yet another Holy Dragon rose in the Eastern Territory, and the impact it would have on the continent’s various situations was no less significant than the Undead Calamity.

As for what specific impact it would have, it was challenging to predict or judge, and only time could provide the answer.

Nonetheless, the most direct impact of this operation, which evolved from an assassination to an epic battle, was that the initially southward advancing undead that were invading Central Earth began retreating.

The undead began gradually abandoning the lands they had previously conquered. The great elf counterattack officially commenced, with the Elf Army personally reorganized by Parvati conducting a relentless pursuit, achieving stunning victories one after another throughout the campaign, successes never attained since the war began. fгeewebnovёl.com

Of course, here the victories didn’t refer to the number of undead legions the elves annihilated, but the reclamation of lands once contaminated by the undead and the removal of lingering low-level undead upon them.

Parvati was not blinded by the easily obtained victories; she pursued the retreating undead army steadily and orderly.

Because the undead legion was merely consolidating its forces, this was a stable and orderly retreat, not an escape. Precisely because of this consolidation, the undead abandoned large numbers of low-intelligence, low-level undead, choosing to streamline their combat ranks. Thus, the retreating undead legions were, on average, stronger than those previously encountered on the battlefield.

Parvati could see this clearly, but the noble faction, which had fallen behind in internal struggles, could not. Faced with Parvati’s successful return after the assassination of the Immortal King, the noble faction needed enough prestige to contend.

Hence, the elf noble armies pursuing the undead legions were unsurprisingly severely hit, sending large numbers of quality souls and corpses back to the Undead Kingdom.

These highly painful skirmishing chase battles also made many forces realize that, while the current Undead Kingdom had indeed suffered great damage, it had not fallen. The dead were not simple chickens that anyone could trample upon but remained the unshakeable northern overlords.

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