Black Tech Internet Cafe System Chapter 757 – The restless Blizzard haters

The war… was over… The night fell silently.

The tomb-like hills on the battleground, the ragged black flags, and broken weapons seemed to tell people how cruel and fierce the war was.

The dried-up blood had soaked into the sets of battle armor and dyed the ground red.

Except for the last trace of red light of the setting sun in the horizon, everything was in endless darkness.

It was silent, and only a few crows flew in the sky.

A few paladins stepped onto this desolate and dejected battleground.

The dead warriors from the Elf Clan, Dwarf Clan, and Orc Kingdom slowly woke up on the desolate battleground under the shining Holy Light. They looked around and shivered involuntarily.

Cautiously, Helen turned over the corpse of a soldier of the Shadow Legion and saw that it looked totally different from a human, an elf, or a dwarf.

Some of these corpses were from races that had been extinct long ago as recorded in the ancient documents.

People wondered what kind of power could gather them into such a strong and fierce army.

“Did you notice that…” Commander Elven looked grim. “All of them died in battle. None of them died while fleeing.”

It seemed like these creatures had no fear toward death. Everyone shivered subconsciously. If it was true…

Without resurrection spells, no one dared to face such an army, let alone defeat them.

They felt fortunate that this nightmarish legion was finally eliminated.

Priests waved their staffs, showering the place with sparkles of golden light. Their faces were filled with smiles and joy of surviving this brutal battle.

They only dared to shout at this moment, “We… won!” “We won!” Helen also lifted her sword and shouted. Gradually, cheers resonated in the area.

At this moment, Mr. Fang returned from the north of the Orc Kingdom with a large group of elves, dwarves, and human warriors.

Before he could react, Mr. Fang was grabbed by the people and tossed high into the sky.

“Oh-!”

“Ahhya-!”

They shouted in joy and enjoyed the beautiful moment.

The scene froze and seemed to have turned into a permanent image.

“Did you take the picture? Did you?” Some elves were holding the new communication jades that they had bought online.

“Let me see! Let me see!” They leaned over and looked.

On the picture, Mr. Fang who was being tossed into the sky had a dejected expression on his face.

– Meanwhile, at the Nations Summit –

“How is it?!” Everyone was intently staring at the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection operated by the group of mages.

“Done! Done!” Covered in sweat, Hematon fiddled with the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection for a long while and finally made the visuals appear again.

“Where are they?” “Did he win?”

“It seems so…”

Even Princess Isabella froze for a long while before she snapped back to her senses.

“He won just like that?!”

What was that power he used?!

Sunlight?!

How come it looked like our power?! What is going on?!

Again, the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection turned to the battleground at the Lianshan Principality.

“Here they are!”

The people at the Nations Summit heard resonant and ocean-like cheers through the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection.

The dwarves and elves all stood up while they watched the people on the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection. “I think this is a victory that everyone should celebrate!”

They were influenced by the joyous atmosphere that they saw. “They are all heroes!”

Only St. Dulan and others from the Judgement Godly Palace were still thinking about the words that they heard from the Continent of Immortal Relic — “A bunch of noobs; don’t ever come again…”

A bunch of noobs… Their faces all turned red.

The situation was that the Judgement Godly Palace had ordered the retreat, and the so-called ‘randomly-mixed army’ won the war.

How could they argue with that?

They felt so choked with frustration that they almost explode.

“Next time, anyone who dares to order retreat will be punished according to the military rules!” Princess Isabella glared at St. Dulan and Sword Saint Claus while slamming her hand on the table in her palace.

Sword Saint Claus’s heart lurched, and he asked in a low voice, “Mr. Dulan, what do we… do now?”

St. Dulan said, “From now on, no one mentions this! Time will erase everything.”

If they remained cool and downplayed it, this event would pass without drawing much attention.

While St. Dulan said that, things were still going on in the magic forum named Eye of Mystical Realms.

[The Blizzard braggers always bragged about how powerful the battles in World of Warcraft Mystical Realm are. Now with such a huge war going on, none of them actually joined the battle?] In his messy alchemy room, the disheveled and stout mage posted a comment cheerfully.

[I think we can make a big issue out of it.] One Blizzard hater suggested under the comment. [We can take this opportunity to launch propaganda against them. Maybe we can destroy the reputation of the Blizzard Workshop.]

[Why do you hate them so much?] A passing aristocrat who had remained neutral couldn’t bear it anymore and replied.

[Another defender? An Origins Fighter?] In the messy alchemy room, Sam, a mage and a bottom-level employee of the Crystal Workshop, scratched his messy hair and inhaled deeply as if he had just received a shot of stimulant. Anyone who dared to utter a different opinion in such a situation would be tagged as an Origins Fighter!

[They just spend their parents’ hard-earned money on such trivial entertainment games that suppress their ambitions. Is there a single player of World of Warcraft who dares to enter the battleground? Several days have passed; do you see any messages saying that they did anything for the war?]

[A couple of days ago, Master Lywood and Master Auth released several posts, saying that we obtained the upper hand in the war under the leadership of the Radiant Light Godly Nation! Warriors of the Radiant Light Godly Nation had received training in the military mystical realms of Dulan Workshop!]

[Just this morning, our Radiant Light Godly Nation reported that the battle is going well, and there’s nothing to be worried about.]

[The users of their mystical realms are probably engrossed in the scenery and entertainment. How can they do anything serious?]

[I guess no one would want them to do even logistics and supporting work.]

[Is there any reason for the trash mystical realms such as World of Warcraft to stay around and mislead more people? It’s a tumor!]

The moment that the passing aristocrat made a comment, a string of replies appeared below it.

Seeing that the passing aristocrat made no replies, Mage Sam was delighted.

[I think we should compile an intelligence report on this issue and post it on every magic forum.] Mage Jian was a loyal fan of the Dulan Workshop and thought that this would be a holy thing to do.

Look! If we destroy the Origins Internet Club and Blizzard Workshop, we would be greatly appreciated.

Perhaps even Princess Her Highness would know about it!

But I don’t need their appreciation. I’m a very humble individual.

Mage Jian thought to himself proudly.

Soon, the Blizzard haters began to take over other magic forums.

With only a few indignant passersby posting some defending comments, the trashing comments were in a landslide on the magic forums.

At this moment, Mage Sam suddenly received a prompt and saw someone replied to his post in the forum. [Sorry, but the regular army that you mentioned fled, and we who can’t even do logistics and support work saved the world.]

“!!??”

[Think before you speak! How can you guys do that?]