The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 510 - 213 All Gathered_2

Deploying such a military force, everyone could only think of one situation.

"Could it be... to face the Void?" Miguel West couldn’t help but say.

For the Elves, the last encounter with the Void indeed caused them severe damage.

Both psychologically and physically.

Kana nodded slightly, as if to prepare them.

...

Rubek.

The whole city had almost been transformed into a military camp.

The number of soldiers far exceeded the city’s residents, as this city was originally just a small one.

The city’s residents barely totaled a few tens of thousands.

But here, at this moment, the number of gathered soldiers exceeded 50,000.

Because soldiers from six or seven factions had gathered here.

Northern Empire, Elf Coalition, Gold and Silver Mountain Business Alliance, Beastmen, Minsk Alliance, Vibul Kingdom, Mage United Council.

Few like the Elves, numbering under 1,000 in total.

Many like the Northern Empire, which alone brought 12,000.

So many factions gathered together mainly resulted in friction and conflict among them.

In a huge tent at the center of the military camp.

It resembled more a giant shelter than a tent. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Allowing clear views inside from the outside, to prevent ambushes and accidents.

Leaders of various faction armies were gathered here.

"The Cohen Kingdom is truly both unfortunate and chaotic, after this affair, its national power is sure to decline sharply, why not join us?" said a man, laughing.

He was neither wearing armor nor carrying any weapons, looking more like an official.

He was from the Minsk Alliance.

Previously neighbors with the Cohen Kingdom, often resulting in friction, as they were not on good terms.

And the leader of the Cohen Kingdom was the former fortress leader, Prince Anistar.

He glanced slightly at the person across.

He silently said, "I’ve heard that recently the sea routes have been cut off by the Blood Race’s fleet, and more than a dozen of your Minsk Alliance’s merchant ships were destroyed.

Two ports were attacked, with one almost completely overrun; to make it operational again may take several years.

Heavy loss, right? Since you came to help us this time, we’ll also send troops to assist you afterward."

"Heh, no need for your trouble, as you still need to invest heavily to rebuild that destroyed fortress of yours.

Or else, in a few years, much of your territory might be taken, and by then, perhaps no one will want to help you."

A strong smell of gunpowder filled the air, with them confronting each other across the table.

"Cowards, weak humans, lacking the posture a warrior should have."

Facing the bickering human factions.

A tall Werewolf clad in armor and holding a weapon sat with legs crossed on a wide chair, speaking.

Across, an Elf dressed in elegant, form-fitting light armor with Magic Power flowing through it.

Sitting on a chair, looking disapprovingly at those present.

Especially disdainfully at the Werewolf across.

The Werewolf sneered at him.

"Elf, what kind of look is that?"

Full of provocation.

However, the Elf merely looked at him with contempt, as if seeing a lower creature, glancing away with a twist of the mouth.

Appearing as if another glance was an insult to himself.

"Grrrr..."

A threatening growl came from the Werewolf’s throat.

But then, a Dwarf slapped the table.

"Damn, doesn’t this damn country have any alcohol? Huh? Didn’t we agree? At least we need a supply of alcohol, right?

How can Dwarves have the strength to fight without beer?"

It seemed like the Dwarf hadn’t had a good drink in a while, yelling furiously here.

"Drinking during battle isn’t a good choice." said an Elder Mage in robes, holding a huge Magic Scepter.

"Ha? Is your mind muddled by Magic Power?" the Dwarf retorted rudely.

Dwarves need to drink constantly, why shouldn’t they drink during war?

At this moment, the Werewolf nodded strongly in agreement: "That’s right!"

Not everyone at the table was arguing.

Besides those with conflicts, or those who had come from another continent by ship to support.

The military leaders of two other nations from the same continent sat quietly, either resting with closed eyes or watching everyone with a smile.

The people present might not all know them well, instead allowing them to quietly observe the situation.

The Bishop present was in charge of presiding over these individuals’ meetings again, to mediate their conflicts.

Seeing the chaos playing out once more before him.

The Bishop couldn’t help but cradle his forehead.

The long-standing forces each knew each other, with heavy mutual contradictions.

If they could sit quietly now, that would be strange.

In these months of meeting discussions, he didn’t know how many times this scene had played out in front of him.

He silently sighed in his heart.

Once again, the Bishop felt that perhaps he was getting too old.

He spoke, as always, to quell and mediate.

After some time, the whole meeting finally quieted down, with representatives from each faction sitting in their respective positions.

"Thank you all for gathering here, to strike against the evil forces that threaten us all."