Chapter 24: Clash Of The Strong

Merina swept the gorgon off her feet, tripping her before stabbing her spear ruthlessly into her lithe body. Gorgon blue blood gushed out, seeping into the dull red cement.

Versailles watched with indifferent eyes as creatures fell one after the other. However, it was a completely different matter for the fledglings who had never left the snake abode before.

They had never witnessed such an indiscriminate massacre where living creatures were treated like flame bugs and flies halving half the Nar realm races without care. As more and more races fell, their hearts chilled with the fright.

"This is complete slaughter." They thought as they looked at one another.

If they had not been part of the Snake clan, with their lowly abilities, they might be the ones laying dead on the ground right now, feeding the crimson cement with their fresh blood.

The gorgons and merfolks exchanged blows after blows until both sides' numbers were reduced to half their original.

But neither race dared to target the Snake clan.

Similar scenes were unfolding in the other five arenas. The groups and tribes targeted one another but steered clear of the clans.

Because if they targeted the clans, they had to ensure that they were the winners. Which was only possible if all the groups and tribes joined forces to take them down together. Otherwise, they would only be inviting their own doom.

For the races, joining hands for a split moment in the middle of a battle for their own benefit was possible.

However, joining forces long enough to take down a clan was an impossible matter, as in the Nar realm, survival meant each person looking out for themselves and each individual trusting in no one but themselves.

As such, even though the other groups and tribes were numerous and had a greater advantage in number and total abilities, they could not believe in others outside their race long enough to take down a clan together and rise in their stead. Hence, a situation was created where they steered clear of the clans while targeting only one another.

Bang!

Thud!

"Kill them all! Wipe them out, then it will be our tribe's turn to rise!"

"Do not hold back! The survival of our tribe depends on us!"

"Go! Kill them all!"

"Wipe them out! Our group will be among the new ranking!"

"Go slaughter them! For our tribe!"

After cleaving out the weak groups and tribes, the remaining races focused on their final competitors.

The ogres and giants, iirifeys and sirens, minotaurs and succubus, pegumen and unimen, minimen and selkies, and the merfolk and gorgons clashed against one another. The shrieks and growls increased as more and more bodies fell.

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Very soon, it reached the point where the shouts of pain and roars of battle cry slowly decreased and stopped, the two sides exhausted to the point of not even being able to move a finger.

They dragged their blood-soaked bodies across the wet crimson cement, keeping an eye on their opponents, not allowing themselves to let their guard down even for a split second for brief respite.

After a whole week of continuous slaughter, the bloodbath between the races finally came to an end.

On the Werewolf stage, aside from the werewolves who seemed unscathed, the elvens and selkies made it through the bloodbath as well. The elvens mainly focused on defending themselves as the minimen and selkies battled to the death.

By the end of their match, the selkies were reduced to twice their original number while the minimen were completely wiped out. Although the selkies came out victorious, they were not in much better position, lacking the strength to even take out the elvens.

On the Bloodsucking clan arena, the ogres and giants reached a stalemate, neither being able to wipe the other out. However, the dwarfs were reduced to half their number while the satyrs were completely wiped out.

The impish were all wiped out as the succubus were defeated and minotaurs, while victorious, were in a very sorry condition.

The iirifeys and sirens joined forces to wipe the nymphs out before turning on one another. In the end, the iirifeys reached an agreement with the sirens to be ranked below them.

The minpixies were crushed under the fierce clash of the unimen and pegumen. Although their magic was enough to shield them if they chose to defend, they were caught unprepared by the fierce struggle between the two flying beasts, resulting in their uneventful demise as unfortunate bystanders.

The unimen and pegumen ended in stalemate as well.

And the snake clan stage still had the gorgons and merfolks remaining. Although the gorgons were stronger and deadlier than the mermaids and mermen, they could not defend against the unorthodox magical spells and flame attacks of the merfolks, ending the two's struggle in a draw.

"Now that the strongest clans have distinguished themselves, we will be moving onto the final match of the Battle of Might. This battle will take place after one ice night. Every race that came out standing should be gathered on the arena stages the next warm day for the next battle." The three witches called out immediately after seeing the pause of battles on all six stages.

"For this next battle, it will be a clash between the strongest races. The victorious will move on to the Battle of Wit, while the defeated will be removed from further ranking. Now, they may leave for brief rest. They shall be back by the next warm day, or their spots will be forfeited." There was sorrow in the witches' voices as they continued with the announcement for the next battle match.

As one of the most in-demand race, they did not need to take part in the Battle of Wars to survive in the Nar realm.

Their bloodline which was traced back to a sacred race provided them with a special status in the realm. But even without the knowledge of their sacred race background, their magic was powerful enough for them to be ranked among the six supreme clans.

However, on one dreadful night, a devastating incident took place in their Witches Tower that almost wiped out the entire existence of their race from the whole Nar realm.

And the worst of all was that they could find neither the trace nor lead of the perpetrator.

The six witches were only able to survive the ordeal due to a sudden unexpected discovery that placed their whole clan in turmoil. This resulted in them leaving the Witches Tower in a rush to investigate more deeply into the matter.

However, up to date, they were unable to dig any further into the secret discovery.

Sighing, the witches made eye contact with one another, the same melancholy and sorrow in their gazes.. Without any words, they disappeared from the platform together at the same time, in perfect sync.

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