Legendary Beastmaster Zhang Deshuai

As the orcs launched a full-scale war, the entire spiritual continent seemed to fall into endless darkness and despair. Every day, the dwarves received news of defeat. The once solid defense line was easily torn apart like fragile paper under the orcs' fierce attack. The blood of the warriors dyed the earth red, and countless brave dwarves fell on the battlefield to defend their homeland.

The elves also received bad news. The beautiful forest was destroyed beyond recognition by the war, and the elves lost their former peace and tranquility. Their magic seemed pale and powerless in front of the violent power of the orcs, and retreat became an inevitable reality.

At this critical moment of life and death, Zhang Deshuai knew the power of unity. He worked tirelessly to travel between the elves and the dwarves, and finally facilitated a meeting between the elf queen Eluvia and the dwarf king.

In a dark and damp cave, Eluvia and the Dwarf King finally met. The Dwarf King had a heavy face, his eyes full of grief for the casualties of his people and confusion about the future. Eluvia looked tired, and her beautiful face had lost its former luster.

Zhang Deshuai stood aside and broke the silence first: "Your Majesties, the Linghuan Continent is in danger now. We can no longer be bound by past conflicts. Only by unity can we have a glimmer of hope."

The dwarf king raised his head, looked at Elvia, sighed and said, "Your Majesty, let the past grudges be in the past."

Elvia nodded slightly, with a determined light in her eyes: "For the sake of our common home, let us put aside our past grudges and fight the enemy together."

In this way, the elves and dwarves put aside their past grievances and decided to jointly resist the invasion of orcs and dark creatures. However, the situation is still grim, two-thirds of the land of the Spiritual Continent has been occupied, and the coalition forces of various races are forced to retreat to Arathi Highlands to resist.

Arathi Highlands became the last line of defense, and the coalition forces deployed their forces intensively. The dwarves built strong fortifications, the elves cast magic to enhance defense, and other races also contributed their strength.

But everyone's heart was filled with worry, not knowing how long this last line of defense could hold out, and not knowing whether there was still hope for the future. However, their eyes still burned with an unyielding flame, vowing to fight the invaders to the end.

In the flames of war on the Spiritual Continent, the Dwarf King anxiously sent an urgent request for help to the Yanhuang Empire, which was on good terms with him. The Yanhuang Empire, an ancient country with a long history and strong power, did not hesitate to send a large number of elite troops, with full determination and courage, to the Spiritual Continent.

At the same time, the Elf Queen also asked for help from the Star Empire, with which she had a close relationship. The Star Empire also responded quickly, gathering many brave warriors and setting out on the road of support.

However, the wheel of fate turned mercilessly at this time. The armies sent by the two countries had just stepped into the magical continent and had not yet had time to join the dwarf and elf coalition forces when an even more terrible storm swept in.

The Dark Church of the Dark Continent, like a group of demons from hell, launched a fierce attack on the Yanhuang Empire. The dark magic power enveloped the entire Yanhuang Empire, cities were burning in the flames of war, and people were crying in fear. Although the soldiers of the Yanhuang Empire fought desperately, they gradually fell into despair in the face of the powerful and evil power of the Dark Church.

Eventually, this great empire that had stood for a thousand years was destroyed by the erosion of darkness. The former glory was wiped out, leaving only ruins and endless sorrow.

On the other side, the orcs and dark creatures also launched a frenzied attack on the Star Empire. The Grand Marshal of the Star Empire, Mor Yehui, led the soldiers to fight bravely. On the battlefield, his figure was like an unshakable mountain, inspiring the fighting spirit of every soldier.

But the enemy was too numerous and the offensive was too fierce. Marshal Mor Yehui was unfortunately killed in the end. His sacrifice made the soldiers of the Xingyao Empire grief-stricken, but also aroused their anger and courage. The entire Xingyao Empire was mobilized to fight and vowed to defend their homeland.

However, the brutal war did not stop because of their bravery. After several months of bloody fighting, the Star Empire finally fell, and the glory of the empire disappeared in the flames of war.

At this dark moment, the Holy Light Continent extended a helping hand. Their army rushed to the rescue in time, barely saving the precarious Ice Soul Empire and leaving a glimmer of hope for this war-torn continent.

At this dark moment, the whole world seemed to be shrouded in endless haze, and the breath of despair permeated every corner. However, just when people were about to fall into complete despair, the Holy See of Light in the Holy Light Continent showed their mercy and justice.

The army of the Holy See of Light came like a ray of light at dawn, overcoming numerous obstacles and rushing to help in time. Their flags fluttered in the wind, and the golden cross embroidered on them shone with the light of hope.

When this mighty army stepped onto the battlefield, the majestic momentum instantly gave people hope. The soldiers were dressed in armor shining with sacred light, holding sharp weapons, and their eyes were full of determination and fearlessness.

In the fierce battle, the warriors of the Church of Light did not flinch, they cast powerful light magic to disperse the dark creatures and evil forces one by one. Each attack was accompanied by a holy light, illuminating the sky shrouded in darkness.

After a series of arduous battles, they finally managed to save the precarious Bingpo Empire. Although the Bingpo Empire's walls were covered with scars and many of the buildings in the city were damaged, it still stood firm under the protection of the Holy See of Light. The assistance of the Holy See of Light left the last hope for the human race on the Cangyun Continent.

When this series of nightmare-like news reached Zhang Deshuai's ears, he felt that the whole world collapsed in an instant. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everything around him became unreal and distant.

Zhang Deshuai opened his eyes wide, filled with disbelief and deep despair. His breathing became rapid and heavy, and his chest heaved violently, as if an invisible big hand was tightly strangling his throat.

"The empire is destroyed... the family is destroyed... Mr. More died in battle..." These words were like sharp blades, piercing his heart again and again, causing him to be unable to breathe. He clenched his hands into fists, his nails dug deep into his palms, blood dripped down, but he was unaware.

Anger surged in his heart like a raging tide, anger at the injustice of fate and the cruelty of the invaders. His eyes were bloodshot and he let out a low and hoarse roar, as if he wanted to vent all the grief and anger in his heart.

However, after the anger, there was endless sadness and powerlessness. His body began to tremble, his legs softened, and he collapsed to the ground. Tears flowed uncontrollably, blurring his vision.

Thinking of the once prosperous empire, which has now been reduced to a scorched earth; thinking of the warm and harmonious family, which is now in danger of death and broken up; thinking of Teacher Moore's kind smile and encouraging words, which are now separated from him by the Yin and Yang, Zhang Deshuai's heart feels as if it is being cut by thousands of knives, and the pain is beyond words.

He felt as if he was in a dark abyss, surrounded by endless cold and loneliness. His former beliefs and ideals collapsed at this moment, and he felt unprecedented confusion and despair, unable to recover.

"Why? Why is it like this?" He kept muttering to himself, his voice full of pain and helplessness. He felt so small and powerless, and in the face of this cruel war, he could do nothing and nothing could be saved.

In the days that followed, Zhang Deshuai was like a walking corpse. He didn't eat or drink, and didn't communicate with anyone. He just stared blankly into the distance with empty eyes, as if his soul had left his body. His face, which was once full of sunshine and hope, was now filled with despair and numbness.