The orcs surrounded the World Tree as the buildings around the World Tree began to burn down in succession. The dark elves watched in grief as the flames consumed their city. The orcs refrained from approaching the World Tree, but they continued to turn Spinora into ruins and torment the hearts of dark elves.2

Calmahart was watching everything and enjoying their suffering.1

“Did all of the dark elves come to the World Tree?” asked Zelkyan.0

“Everyone has evacuated,” replied Zenadu.0

Zelkyan exited the World Tree. It wasn’t common for him to leave the World Tree, but they no longer had city walls to protect them or even a city to call their own. All they had left was the World Tree and themselves. Even the villagers who didn’t know how to fight grabbed their weapons. Only the elderly who couldn’t fight remained inside the World Tree.0

It was an eerie sight as the orc army drenched in blood surrounded the World Tree. With the sight of Spinora burning as their background, they organized their battle line for the final fight. The dark elves didn’t have any escape route. The orcs were executing a seamless annihilation plan by surrounding them. Everyone knew that a massacre was about to start.0

Although Spinora was quiet, it was not a peaceful silence but an intense silence filled with tension. The sound of buildings burning in the background irritated Crockta.0

He and Driden stood at the frontline because they had to face the chieftain.0

“Crockta.”0

“Huh?0

“What’s the continent like?”0

Crockta thought about it and replied, “It’s a nice place.”0

“Is it bigger than the north?” asked...0