201: Chapter 201 Mo Yu's Attack

His gaze slowly moved across the list, finally stopping on one of the IDs.

"Moonlight Grove... Elf Lord, Lord Su Wan?"

A low voice, slightly playful, like a viper flicking its tongue, escaped from his throat.

"It sounds like a clean and beautiful place. I wonder what it will look like after being stained by death and decay? Truly... something to look forward to."

He closed the panel and mounted a skeletal Undead Warhorse with fierce Soul flames burning in its eye sockets and grotesque bones.

"Depart. Target: Moonlight Grove."

Almost at the same moment Mo Yu set off, a Void Ranger member, whom Lin Tian had dispatched to the north of Moonlight Grove for vigilance, suddenly opened his eyes!

He was originally hidden in the shadows of the tree canopy, almost merging with the surrounding environment, but at this moment, the silver-gray pupils in his eyes flickered violently as his Spatial Perception skill activated!

He clearly 'saw' a sudden, extremely abnormal and intense fluctuation, filled with death and coldness, in a certain space a thousand meters to the north!

The feeling was like a ten-thousand-year-old piece of ice being thrown into calm water, not only disrupting the stability of space but also emitting a chill that made one's Soul tremble!

It was the spatial channel opened by an attack order token!

Moreover, the energy signature of the hostile incoming party was exceptionally distinct!

This Void Ranger member did not hesitate, immediately transmitting this urgent intelligence back to the Territory Core of Moonlight Grove.

The message was quickly relayed through Lin Feng to Lin Tian, who was discussing details with Lord Su Wan in the courtyard.

Lin Feng stood up abruptly and said to Lin Tian, "My Lord, to the north, urgent report from the Void Ranger! Abnormal spatial fluctuations, intense death aura! The suspected target has already set off and is opening a channel! The distance from here is less than ten li!"

Lin Tian's finger, tapping on the armrest, suddenly stopped.

In the small courtyard, the chirping of insects continued, and the moonlight was gentle.

But an invisible, biting aura of killing intent had quietly spread.

Lin Tian and Lord Su Wan both received the Void Ranger' warning.

The leisurely atmosphere in the courtyard was instantly pulled taut by an invisible string.

Lin Tian's finger, tapping on the armrest, stopped, but instead of tension, a slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, revealing a relaxed smile with a hint of "as expected," as if a long-awaited guest had finally rung the doorbell.

"It seems our 'guest' who likes to announce his arrival isn't very punctual!"

Lin Tian said to Lord Su Wan with a chuckle, his tone even carrying a hint of teasing, intentionally lightening the suddenly tense atmosphere. "He said 8 o'clock, but he's 'calling' early. Quite impatient."

Lord Su Wan's heart indeed tightened, her fingertips slightly cold, but seeing Lin Tian's composed, even eager demeanor.

And feeling the silent, heavy presence of the fifty thousand-strong army on the distant slope, that tension strangely transformed into confidence.

Fifty thousand Golden Army soldiers and a legendary general—this lineup gave her an unprecedented sense of security; she couldn't imagine how they could lose.

But she also knew that underestimating any enemy was foolish, especially a legendary lord like Mo Yu, who was full of unknowns.

"Since our guest has arrived early, we, as hosts, cannot be impolite."

Lin Tian stood up, the rattan chair creaking softly.

Lin Yin and Lin Feng rose almost simultaneously.

Soon, orders were issued.

The fifty thousand-strong army, which had just completed its teleportation assembly and was resting on the slope, was instantly awakened like a sleeping steel behemoth, quickly and silently beginning to move north, towards the direction of the spatial fluctuations, and array themselves.

The heavy footsteps and the friction of armor were deliberately suppressed, converging into a muffled and heart-palpitating undercurrent.

Under Aelia's command, the elves also took advantageous firing positions, relying on ancient trees and terrain, preparing for the attack.

Lin Tian, Lin Yin, Lin Feng, as well as Lord Su Wan and her core elves, arrived at a high ground in front of the army formation with a relatively open view.

From here, they could clearly see the hazy edge of the forest to the north under the moonlight.

They did not actively engage but simply stood in formation, waiting.

The moonlight poured down like mercury, bathing the ready steel forest and the tranquil ancient woods, and the air was filled with the deadly silence before a major battle, poised to erupt.

Time flowed, minute by minute, in the silent wait.

Mo Yu, riding his Undead Warhorse with Soul flames burning in its eye sockets, walked unhurriedly through the moon-dappled forest.

He was indeed not in a hurry.

In his twisted perception, the so-called "Moonlight Grove" ahead, along with its elf lord and all vitality, was already within his grasp, a sacrifice about to be offered.

And the Territory Core, rich in energy, that he was about to acquire, was a good merit for his plan to offer to Lord Karl.

His thoughts drifted back to that past that changed everything.

Once upon a time, he was just an unremarkable lord with decent luck and troops of excellence quality, struggling on the cruel survival line of the Eternal Continent.

The seventh-day contaminated Demonic Beast tide became his nightmare.

The scale of the beast tide he encountered far exceeded that of other lords during the same period.

Just as his soldiers were almost all dead or wounded, and he himself was pushed to a desperate situation by the demonic creatures, filled with despair and convinced he would die...

Karl appeared.

It was not salvation, but a deeper fall.

Karl's "Necromancer" troops swept away the demonic creatures besieging him with ease, like shadows harvesting lives, but also brought a cold choice.

Facing absolute power and the temptation of survival, Mo Yu at that time almost did not hesitate to choose to pledge allegiance.

He did not become Karl's Subordinate Lord, but he paid a more hidden, more thorough price.

His Territory Core, which represented a lord's Foundation, was contaminated and mutated by Karl using incomprehensible means, transforming into its current strange appearance, emitting an ominous purple and slowly wriggling as if alive.

Along with this, his own personality, during the process of his core being contaminated, became increasingly cold, numb, and gradually developed a twisted pleasure in the fear and death of others.

But in his opinion, what did that matter?

He survived, and he lived "better" than most lords; at least he gained power.

Karl's "gift" was not limited to this. That contaminated Territory Core seemed to have broken some rules.

He was no longer strictly limited by conventional troop recruitment numbers; although resources were still needed, more importantly, Karl promised to continue to improve the quality of his soldiers.

The prerequisite was that he had to collect enough undamaged lord cores for Karl.

In ordinary kills, when a lord died, their Territory Core would disintegrate. But Karl gave him a special Storage Ring, its surface entwined with twisted, bizarre patterns. As long as the target lord was on the verge of death, when the core's connection to its owner was weakest, he could forcibly collect it with this ring, and the core would be preserved.