"...Originally, such leisurely days were pretty good, but what I never expected was that the act of turning the spirit-sucking monster into a lich seemed to violate the taboos of their race, but in the end, I actually attracted dozens of joint sucking monster cities to me."

Speaking of this, Eolum couldn't help but smile bitterly, "... Although the spirit-sucking monsters do not have much resentment towards the undead, they extremely hate their own kind as the undead, because the true leader of their race is the main brain. After each spirit-sucking monster dies, they will be taken off their brains and put them into the brain pool where the main brain is, and merge them into the main brain, so that the knowledge and memory they have mastered during their lifetime will be absorbed by the main brain. [From Crazy F] Therefore, for all spirit-sucking monsters, they will merge with the main brain after death. This is the unshirkable right, glory and obligation of the sacred land.

I not only made many spiritual sucking monsters turn into lichs, thus escaping the fate of fusion with the main brain after death, but even directly seized the spiritual sucking monster master brain in Elaineto City and turned it into a part of my body... This is almost equivalent to subverting the entire racial order of their country's spirit sucks and traitors, and everyone can kill them. And I became the culprit of the "fall" of their compatriots, and they are the first-class enemy that must be eliminated... As a result, more than 10,000 spiritual sucking monsters came in a fierce manner."

"... So, I was defeated again in Elaineto City and lost all my apprentices and servants. At the most dangerous time, I had to abandon Elaineto City and escape by chance with a random portal. Then I found that I had come to this strange place by chance..."

Iorem raised one foot and stomped the floor under his feet, "... Then, I was delighted to find that this was a desert city-state established by the ancient Naserel remnant. In those days when I was discouraged and desperate because of the demise of my homeland, a group of Naserel resolutely left the destroyed homeland. Under the leadership of a brave young man, he successfully crossed the vast endless wilderness, arduously explored in this foreign land in the east, and finally built his own new home..."

Then, another ancient story that spans thousands of years is told from the mouth of the Great Arcanist of Iolum...

Divide-Separation-Line

——When the glory, majesty and honor of the Naserel Empire fell like a meteor with floating cities, there was a Naserel army remaining on the ground that still did not give up its fighting spirit and courage, and struggled hard to continue the national destiny until the last moment.

They were the First Imperial Legion stationed in the capital Sevendon, and everyone has the purest and most noble bloodline of Nase. Some of them have family backgrounds even date back to the founding era of Naserel thirty-five centuries ago, and are known as the "blood of glory".

Although as time went by, to the end of the empire's decline, more and more people no longer felt that Naserel's glory had anything to do with themselves, and they only wanted to satisfy their selfish desires; and the empire itself gradually lost its cohesion, and various new and old ethnic groups and party groups were quarrels, were addicted to games of power, and even ignored the life and death of the country for personal interests, and tossed the empire to pieces to pieces.

But the First Legion, which was permanently stationed in the imperial capital Sevendon, miraculously maintained the simple loyalty, high ambition, and infinite love for the great motherland in the early days of the founding of the country, and vowed to fight to the last moment to defend the glory of Naserel's glory until the last moment

Therefore, when the magic net was broken and the floating city was destroyed, the First Empire Legion was still fighting to defend the Empire. Under the command of the last Joint Conference of Great Arcaneists and the command of several famous paladins, they first stood in Sevindon, the capital on the narrow sea, and made tenacious efforts to save the Empire. However, they were first attacked by a fire in the city, and then flooded by orcs like a tide.

After the fall of the empire capital Sevendon, the Joint Conference of Great Arcanist, as the central government, completely collapsed. The last Naseril army was forced to take their families and move to the still-intact city of Connivanla in the north, in an attempt to rebuild the base for restoration. However, after a short year of rest, Connivanla was besieged by trolls from the northern glaciers and soon fell into a desperate situation.

These remnants who refused to surrender were forced to seek help everywhere, but they could not get a response. After eight months of fierce fighting, the legion's supreme commander, Paladin Giromede, was unfortunately killed in battle, and the isolated city of Connivana fell.

After losing its final base, the remnants of the First Legion were forced to board the warship again, and took the citizens to break through and flee, continuing to wander around the broken territory of the old empire, trying to find a place where they could settle down, but they were still unable to do so.

Later, the elves expressed their willingness to accept some of the Nasse-Naked Remnants and allowed them to establish a new settlement under the surveillance and protection of the elves, which was later turned into the Hell Gate Fortress.

Although I finally found a refuge, the land in Cape Askern was limited and could not accommodate all the Nase Remnants. The homeland of the Nase Rel Empire was gradually turning into a desert, and countless barbarians and monsters continued to pour in from all directions... It seemed that it was definitely beyond salvation.

Under such tragic circumstances, some of the Nase-Naked remnants who were rejected by Cape Askern continued to wander in the desolate empire’s homeland, eventually forgetting the ancient civilization and degenerate into the vulgar Bede barbarians. The other part, led by the Imperial First Legion, the "Last Arcane", headed towards the distant East, hoping to find their new home on the other side of the clouds and mountains.

This is a long and arduous expedition. For every Naise-Naisai expedition to the East, behind them is a destroyed home, a hostile neighbor along the way, and an unknown strange land ahead. They do not have enough food and supplies, lack enough horses and vehicles, and even a slightly more precise map. They travel in danger every day and may be attacked at any time...

In the boundless prairie, the fierce nomadic teams often plundered the refugees who were abandoned; among the towering and steep snow peaks, the fierce mountain people frequently blew them; in the muddy swamps, many people were swallowed forever by the mud; in the snowy wilderness, everyone was trembling by the cold and even frozen; in the arid desert, people fell down every day due to thirst and fever, and were always hungry... During the long journey, they only knew to advance all the way eastward, without knowing what roads they had passed.

However, these tens of thousands of persevering and color-behaved remnants achieved the success of this legendary expedition in this almost desperate situation...
Chapter completed!