Legendary Beastmaster Zhang Deshuai

As time passed quietly, a year passed quickly. The nature of this battle, which was originally just a defense war between humans, elves and dwarves against orcs, changed dramatically under the ruthless war and the complicated situation.

The scale of the war continues to expand, involving more and more forces, and its impact is becoming more and more far-reaching. It is no longer just a local conflict between a certain race, but gradually escalates into a full-scale confrontation between the forces of darkness and the forces of light.

The Cangyun Continent, the Linghuan Continent, the Shengguang Continent, the Netherworld Continent, and the Yanlie Continent, these five continents, each of which originally had its own unique style and order, have now fallen into chaos and turmoil because of this war.

In Arathi Highlands, an invisible dividing line divides the world. The forces led by humans, dwarves, elves and the Church of Light have gathered to form the Continent of Light. On this continent, the flame of hope burns in the eyes of the people. They are closely united to resist the invasion of darkness.

In the Continent of Light, humans showed an indomitable will and a tenacious fighting spirit. Although their cities suffered the baptism of war, new fortifications were quickly built on the ruins. Soldiers trained day and night, preparing for the battle that could come at any time.

With their exquisite craftsmanship and powerful strength, the dwarves created sophisticated weapons and sturdy equipment for the coalition forces. Their workshops roared day and night, and the fires never went out, providing a solid material guarantee for victory in the war.

The elves used their innate magical talents to heal the wounded behind the battlefield, while casting powerful magic on the front lines to deal a heavy blow to the enemy. The trees in the forest became their allies, passing on intelligence and providing cover for them.

The clergy of the Church of Light constantly prayed for the warriors, giving them courage and strength. Their holy light magic shone brightly on the battlefield, dispelling the haze of darkness.

However, although the people of the Continent of Light are full of fighting spirit and determination, they also clearly know that the enemy in front of them is extremely powerful and the road ahead is full of difficulties and obstacles. But they still stick to their beliefs, and are willing to pay any price for light and justice, and to protect everything they cherish.

On the other side of Arathi Highlands, forces led by orcs, undead, evil races and the Dark Church gathered to form the Dark Continent. In sharp contrast to the vibrant and hopeful Continent of Light, this place seems to be a corner abandoned by the world, filled with endless darkness and despair.

In the sky of the Dark Continent, there was no blue sky or white clouds, only thick dark clouds that pressed down like a lead block. From time to time, strange purple lightning flashed in the dark clouds, as if the power of darkness was roaring. The wind swept past with a whistling sound that was terrifying, as if it was the howling from hell.

On the earth, red flames shot up into the sky, illuminating everything as red as blood. Those flames were not warm flames of light, but hellfires filled with evil and destructive power. They burned mercilessly, and wherever they went, the land dried up, the grass and trees turned to ashes, leaving only a charred wasteland.

The orcs' hideous faces were vaguely visible in the firelight, their stout bodies exuding a violent aura, their eyes flashing with cruelty and greed. The undead were floating around like ghosts, with blue will-o'-the-wisp flashing in their empty eye sockets, and their presence made the air around them freezing cold.

The evil races have different shapes, some with twisted bodies, some with sharp horns, they are rampant in this dark land, spreading fear and chaos. The followers of the Dark Church wear black robes, hold evil staffs, chant, and continuously release dark magic, making this land sink deeper into the abyss of evil.

Deep in the Dark Continent, gloomy castles stand, with horrific trophies and heads of victims hanging on the walls. The interior of the castle is filled with the smell of blood and decay, and echoes with painful groans and evil laughter. There is no mercy or justice here, only the endless pursuit of power and desire, and extreme hatred of light.

The dividing line of Arathi Highlands is like an unbridgeable chasm, clearly dividing light and darkness, hope and despair. On both sides of this dividing line, both sides are accumulating strength and preparing for the ultimate battle that will determine the fate of the world.

In this long and cruel year, Zhang Deshuai seemed to have been reborn. Holding a magic wand, he shuttled through the flames of war, his eyes no longer showing the hesitation and confusion he once had. The tough body of the diamond turtle protected him from fatal injuries, the healing magic of the flower fairy kept him and his companions fighting, and the thunder giant ape wielded a huge weapon to smash the enemy to pieces.

In this endless killing and fighting, Zhang Deshuai grew up quickly. The childish look on his face had long disappeared, replaced by a stern face and a calm temperament. He learned to make decisions quickly on the ever-changing battlefield, learned to stay calm in difficult situations, and also learned how to lead his companions to victory.

At the same time, his relationship with the Elf Queen Eluvia also quietly warmed up in the flames of war. Whenever there was a break in the battle, Eluvia would always come to Zhang Deshuai's side, wipe the sweat from his forehead, and give him a concerned look and gentle words. They discussed tactics together, prayed for the wounded together, and looked forward to a peaceful future together.

They both knew in their hearts that the deep feelings had already surpassed ordinary friendship, but because of the cruelty and urgency of the war, they never had the courage to break through the last layer of window paper. Every time their eyes met, the deep affection and suppressed emotions that they wanted to say but couldn't express flowed in their eyes.

On a quiet night, the war stopped temporarily. Zhang Deshuai and Eluvia stood side by side on the top of the mountain, looking at the land devastated by the war. The moonlight shone on them, reflecting their slender figures. Eluvia gently leaned on Zhang Deshuai's shoulder. Zhang Deshuai trembled slightly and wanted to reach out and hug her, but he held back at the last moment.

"Everything will be fine when the war is over," Elvia said softly.

Zhang Deshuai nodded and tightly grasped the staff in his hand, "Yes, I will."

They know that at this moment their love must give way to the mission of defending their homeland, but they also firmly believe that one day in the future, when peace comes, their love will eventually bloom into the most splendid flower.

During this long and bloody year, Zhang Deshuai was surrounded by endless killing and arduous training, and his body and mind underwent unprecedented hardships and tests.

Every battle is a life-and-death struggle for Zhang Deshuai. In the desperate fight with the enemy, he constantly taps into his own potential and pushes the use of magic to the extreme. On the battlefield, his figure is like a blazing flame, and also like an elusive phantom.

The process of cultivation is full of hardships and challenges. Zhang Deshuai often spends countless days and nights alone in a quiet valley, facing the mountains, feeling the power of nature, and understanding the true meaning of magic. He immerses himself in the world of magic, repeatedly studying and trying, constantly breaking through his own limits.

Through day after day of killing and training, Zhang Deshuai's strength has achieved a qualitative leap. His control over fire magic has reached an astonishing level, and he can summon blazing flames at will, and the temperature of the flames is enough to turn all enemies into ashes. Every time he waves his hand, he can cause a sea of ​​fire, making the enemy tremble and fear in the heat.

At the same time, he also made great breakthroughs in space magic. He can skillfully use the power of space to teleport, open up space channels, and even create strange space traps in battle, trapping the enemy. The distortion and folding of space has become a deadly weapon in his hands, making it difficult for the opponent to defend against it.

Today, Zhang Deshuai has become a remarkable level 62 fire mage and level 62 space mage. His name is praised on various battlefields, becoming the nightmare of the enemy and the hope and support of his comrades. But he knows that this is far from enough, and the road ahead is still long and difficult. He must continue to strengthen himself to protect everything he cherishes in his heart.

In a fierce battle, Zhang Deshuai faced the enemies who were coming like a tide. He looked calm, raised his hands gently, and first a huge fireball condensed in his palms. Then he waved his hands gently, and the fireball flew out like a meteor, instantly exploding in the enemy group, setting off a sea of ​​fire. Then, he flashed and used space magic to instantly appear behind the enemy, and once again released a powerful magic force, catching the enemy off guard.

After the battle, everyone looked at Zhang Deshuai with admiration and praise. But Zhang Deshuai just wiped the staff in his hand silently, looking into the distance with a firm gaze, where more challenges were waiting for him.