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Chapter 1234 - 1234 209 Secrets of the Continent_3

1234: Chapter 209: Secrets of the Continent_3 1234: Chapter 209: Secrets of the Continent_3 Hudson said calmly.

This time, the Five Nations Alliance dispatched eight Sanctuary Powerhouses for the expedition to the great plains at once.

Among them were talented contenders like Belsden and Maxim, as well as Archbishop Tyron wielding a Divine Artifact.

Besides the Sanctuary Powerhouses, there was also a great number of Seventh-order and Eighth-order strongmen.

If they were really to be left on the plains, the Alien Coalition would surely have to pay a painful price.

Perhaps other Different Races might decide to make a ruthless move for strategic reasons, but the Elf Race, as the leading force, would definitely not entertain such naive thoughts.

The Human Race’s Sanctuary Powerhouses are all more than a hundred years old.

If they can’t break through again, they could live perhaps another hundred years at most before they go to meet the Lord of the Dawn.

The Elf Race’s Sanctuaries, however, possess lifespans of a thousand years.

Nourished by the Water of Life, living to one thousand five hundred years is possible.

In terms of life expectancy, one Elf Race Sanctuary is equivalent to five Human Race Sanctuaries.

Their comprehensive value is even higher when you factor in the much longer cultivation time, which significantly increases the likelihood of breaking through to the Sanctuary Second Order.

Trading life for life has never been in the dictionary of the Elf Race.

It is precisely by adhering to such a survival strategy that the Elf Race, despite their pitifully low birth rate, has managed to accumulate their current wealth.

Looking at the development of the different Species on the continent over the last few centuries, apart from the steadily growing strength of the Human Race, only the Elf Race has been continuously advancing.

For other Different Races, being able to maintain the status quo is considered quite an accomplishment.

Many other Different Races are on the decline.

In theory, as long as the Alien Coalition can hold out for a few more thousand years, the Elf Race could replace the Human Race at the peak of an Elemental Tide due to their accumulation of high-end forces.

Unfortunately, theory is just theory.

Considering the current state of affairs on the continent, it is simply impossible for the Alien Coalition to last for several more thousand years.

Even if by some stroke of luck they do last that long, the Human Race would choose to strike the Elf Race fatally during the low tide of the Elemental Tide, never giving them a chance to turn the tables.

“Hudson, it looks like we’ve been exposed.

A group of strongmen is heading this way,” Maxim warned, startling everyone.

Without the slightest hesitation, Hudson immediately ordered a retreat.

On the great plains, the chance of encountering enemies far exceeds that of friends.

Since the team’s definition is ambush, there should be no direct confrontation with the enemy.

Even if they could win, it would be a tactical victory but a strategic defeat.

Unfortunately, some things can’t be avoided simply by wanting to.

The familiar figures appearing before him only made Hudson sigh about their persistence.

Considering the Elf Race had a small Teleportation Array in their hands, it wasn’t entirely unacceptable for the Coalition’s masters to have arrived so quickly.

“Beautiful Miss Derris, it’s not a good thing to keep clinging to a married man like this,” Hudson said with a hint of annoyance.

When the camps are different, it doesn’t matter how beautiful one is.

Although they are not mortal enemies at the moment, the day they become so isn’t far away.

Unless there is a great upheaval, Alpha Kingdom is bound to clash with the Elf Race in their quest to destroy the Orcs.

Destined to become enemies, there’s no need for politeness.

Unless one day, racial disputes come to an end, Hudson will not be friends with elves.

“Marshal Hudson, your tongue is as foul as ever.

It’s only been a few months, and your courage seems to have grown continuously.

Do you really think that just because you have the support of six Sanctuary Powerhouses now, you can act recklessly here?” Miss Derris retorted sharply.

Although they had yet to engage in an official fight, of the eight Sanctuary Powerhouses present, Derris only had eyes for Hudson’s dragon and bear.

The rest of the newly emerged Sanctuary Powerhouses are near-rock-bottom in the Sanctuary’s inner circle.

Now it looked like a confrontation between nine and eight, and as for the various Seventh and Eighth-order strongmen in the team, Derris directly ignored them.

Their strength, indeed, could threaten a Sanctuary’s, but the problem was that this was the Orc Prairie.

With reinforcements sent by allies arriving, it would be impossible for the Orc Empire to not respond.

Scanning the scene, Hudson furrowed his brow.

Among the ten Sanctuaries that appeared, the Elf Race alone accounted for five.

If you count the unicorn beneath Derris, that makes eleven Sanctuary lives.

Eight VS eleven, the outcome seemed almost clear at a glance.

A clear case of overpowering by sheer numbers, but at this moment, Hudson was not the least bit panicked.

The Sanctuaries on the Human side were all newcomers who had just broken through, and the Alien side was not much better off.

If a real fight broke out, the strength on paper wouldn’t hold true.

Combat prowess is determined by a combination of factors.

Apart from cultivation, things like equipment, combat experience…

all could influence the outcome of a battle.