PDLP Chapter 149 You call her an old woman?
Chapter 149 You call her an old woman?
For the millions of adventurers at the foot of the snowy mountain, every second felt incredibly long.
"We can't get up there, we simply can't!"
A dwarf warrior stared at the nearly vertical, smooth, mirror-like ice wall before him and desperately slammed his shield into the snow.
"I waited in line for two hours, and it was all for nothing!"
"Stop complaining. Look over there. The 'Shaking Head Society' tried to use a human ladder tactic, but they slipped halfway up and crushed a bunch of people below. The screen was filled with white light."
The thief next to him lowered his voice, his face full of lingering fear.
Before them stretched an endless sea of people.
Countless adventurers of ordinary strength poured in from every corner of the Origin Realm, all with one goal—
Climb to the top of the mountain and touch the world leader.
Even if it only causes 1 point of damage, it may bring them unexpected gains.
Teleportation between the main cities of the Origin Realm is not unlimited. At this moment, more adventurers with dreams of getting rich overnight are running to join this congested "human carpet".
However, the struggles of ordinary people are nothing more than meaningless background in the eyes of true strongmen.
"Buzz—"
A deep, rumbling sound of energy came from behind the crowd.
Within the Titan Temple's camp, a massive war platform, resembling a mobile fortress, slowly rose into the air.
The platform is made of obsidian and bronze, and its surface is engraved with ancient Titan runes.
Four eerie blue flames burned at its corners, propelling it to fly straight towards the mountain peak, ignoring the steep cliffs.
"It's a guild vehicle from the Titan Temple!" an exclamation erupted from the crowd.
Immediately afterwards, on the other side, in the camp of the Moon Goddess's Radiance, a huge vine rose from the ground.
Countless moonlit leaves stretch out and intertwine, forming a verdant staircase leading to the sky.
The fairies moved gracefully, stepping on the luminous leaves as if strolling in the moonlight, ascending upwards with elegance.
The Roman gods of the Floating Sanctuary took a more direct approach, with portals formed by beams of holy light opening one after another in mid-air.
Their elite members took a single step and were already hundreds of meters in the air.
The three major guilds, using completely different methods, effortlessly left the millions of ants at the foot of the mountain far behind.
……
The summit of the sacred mountain amidst wind and snow.
This is an unimaginably vast platform, the ground covered with ice that never melts, where fierce winds whip up snowflakes that whirl like knives.
At the center of the platform, the shadowy king's phantom, piercing through heaven and earth, still stood tall.
His figure was much more solid than before, his head lowered, as if he were leisurely looking down at the farce unfolding below.
Tens of thousands of elite members from the three major guilds have already gathered here.
They clearly occupied the three corners of the platform, forming a stable triangular standoff.
The Titan Temple side consisted mostly of heavily armored warriors and berserkers, tall and imposing, like an iron wall.
On the other side of the Moon Goddess's Radiance, there were more elegant elven archers and mages, whose longbows and staves shimmered with magical light.
The members of the Shadow of Roman appeared mysterious and unpredictable, each shrouded in a faint holy light and shadow, making it difficult to discern their true nature.
In the oppressive silence, a loud and mocking voice broke the tranquility.
"Moon Arrow."
The one who spoke was Thalos, the Grand Master of the Titan Temple.
He took a step forward, and the heavy armor on his body made a dull thud.
He was a size taller than the average Titan, with a ring-shaped protrusion on his forehead that resembled two ferocious horns, and his eyes were filled with undisguised aggression.
"Old woman, it's been so long, why are you still wearing the same clothes?"
Thalos grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, his gaze sweeping unabashedly over the ranks of the Luna's Radiance.
The image finally focuses on their leader, Tsuki no Ya.
Moon Arrow, ranked second, leader of the Elf God race.
She sat in the center of the elven gods' realm, dressed in a magnificent moon-white robe.
Her face was as exquisite as a work of art sculpted by a master craftsman, with a pair of pointed ears peeking out from her long, silvery-white hair. She had a cool and aloof demeanor and looked to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.
Upon hearing Saros's extremely insulting words, the surrounding air instantly plummeted to freezing point.
"Insolence! How dare you disrespect our guild leader!"
The high-ranking elves behind Moon Arrow were instantly enraged, their weapons gleaming brightly.
However, Moon Arrow merely raised his hand slightly, stopping their impulse.
Her expression remained unchanged, as if Salos wasn't talking about her.
But if you get close enough, you can see her clenched knuckles, which are even paler than the surrounding snow and ice.
Few people know that, as an elven deity, her true age is already a terrifying number.
Thanks to this special outfit, she truly looks like a youthful girl who never ages.
Saros clearly knew this; he wanted to tear off her perfect facade in front of everyone.
"What? You won't let me speak anymore?" Salos's smile became even more cruel.
"I remember seeing you decades ago, and you were wearing this too? So nostalgic?"
"Or are you elves so poor that you can't even afford a new outfit?"
"Shut up!" Moon Arrow finally spoke.
Her voice was like the clash of ancient ice, devoid of any emotion, yet containing a fury powerful enough to freeze the soul.
"Sallos, watch your tongue. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind offering your head as a sacrifice before the Shadow King arrives."
"Hahahaha!" Saros burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"You? An old woman who doesn't even dare to show her true face?"
He abruptly stopped laughing, his eyes turning fierce.
"Haven't gotten a beating in so long, have you forgotten who's on top and who's on the bottom?"
Moon Arrow's pupils suddenly contracted.
She slowly raised the longbow in her hand. One by one, silver magic runes lit up on the bow, and terrifying energy began to gather.
"Would you like to give it a try?"
The atmosphere of battle is tense, ready to erupt at any moment.
Just then, a gentle and slightly magnetic voice came from the other side.
"Please calm down, both of you."
Oro, the guild master of the Shadow of Roman, slowly walked out.
He wore a simple white priest's robe, and the two scale-like stripes on his chin were faintly visible in the holy light.
He wore a warm smile, as if he were simply trying to calm two arguing friends down.
"Our enemy is that one." He raised his hand and pointed to the phantom of the Shadow King in the sky.
"It's not wise to exhaust each other before the main meal even begins."
Saros snorted coldly, glanced at Auro, and ultimately did not make another move.
Moon Arrow slowly lowered his longbow, completely suppressing his killing intent and returning to his aloof and cold demeanor.
Auro looked at the two of them and laughed, "You're both so old, yet you act like children."