Second World, Mezero City.

The vast ocean rippled in the sun, and ancient and bizarre sailboats wandered in the blue sky.

This is the third month after humans set off the war of kingdoms. The aftermath of the war of kingdoms has gradually disappeared, but the topic of human beings, a new "noble" has just begun.

In the Second World, there has been no new nobles for a long time...

Most of the races here are winners left in the chaos. They plundered a large amount of resources and technology in the chaos, so as to enjoy the benefits of war with peace of mind. But as time goes by, the blood of the past gradually cools down, and they gradually get lost in the life of "leisure and rich".

The second world is the most stress-free place. Because it has five lower worlds to support it. Every civilization here is a high god for the lower world. It will not worry about resources. Every newborn young body can get the best care and cultivation. When it grows up, there will be more enjoyment waiting for them, drunkenness and dreams, and seek excitement until they complete their lives.

Unfortunately, their bonus period is about to end...

With the addition of humans and more alien races, the Second World has gradually faded its color of peace. Rumors of great destruction and the desire of new races have made the Second World more and more dangerous, as if volcanoes lurking under the void. Many old nobles have already taken targeted measures. They are hostile to the new race, rejecting and restraining their development, thereby maintaining their own advantages.

Don’t underestimate the power of old nobles. These old monsters who have survived for many years. Even if they have been drunk and died for many years, their ancient background still makes them extremely powerful. At least for new races, this is the case.

The lack of new aristocrats in the past thousand years is enough to illustrate their advantages.

But all of this was torn apart some time ago.

Human success is like a bomb that detonates the entire Second World. The old nobles shocked their potential and spirit of sacrifice, while the new race was ecstatic. Because humans have proved to them with their actions that the pattern of the Second World can be changed. They will all think that since humans can, why can't they?

It was like a group of travelers groping in the vast darkness, suddenly seeing the torch illuminating ahead.

This effect is unimaginable...

In just three months, it was only time to lick human wounds, but it had already caused trouble for the entire second world.

New races walked out of Vancselte and participated in tasks and exploration with a spirit of a hundred times higher than usual. They were working hard to integrate into the second world and adapt to the second world until they set a goal. This process was exactly the same as what humans did, and they were learning and working hard to achieve it.

These actions undoubtedly caused uneasiness among the old nobles, and the atmosphere in the second world became even more tense. Twelve old civilizations have announced the closure of the Void City and refused to fulfill the public pass agreement. They reduced the number of tasks, strictly approved tasks, and at the same time expelled or protected the mission targets in their own territory.

Simply put, it is to not want any new race members to enter their territory. Thus, a protective wall is built.

But will such a ‘wall’ really work for the aggressive momentum of the new race?

The sea water was rippling, and it made a crackling sound on the reef.

An elegant 'octopus' surface surface and rolled up a wine glass on the reef with a tentacle. There was a burly and strong man drinking there on the reef. He was covered in flesh, holding a wine bottle in one hand and holding a cigar in the other. He was indescribably bold and unruly.

The 'octopus' carefully dripped a few drops of wine into his mouthparts, and then he exhaled the wine with satisfaction. "It's great... this kind of floating feeling is not available to Fire Sea Blue. You humans are really a group of creatures that you can enjoy."

"Then why don't you drink more?" The strong man laughed, sucked half of the bottle in one sip of wine, and then said with a cigar in his mouth.

"If you drink too much, you will vomit." The octopus answered honestly. "Alcohol is highly toxic to me. Although I can be immune to it, I can't appreciate its benefits. So I can only drink less, just a few drops, and more in one sip."

"Ha...you guys...it's really boring. Then what do you usually do under the water?"

"It's very interesting to play with bugs, climb a few tunnels, and build a few sand pits." The octopus' face squirmed, showing an expression that seemed to be a smile. Although the words in its mouth were boring, looking at its serious appearance, it made people think it really interesting.

The gap between racial civilizations is a world of difference.

The strong man didn't laugh at it either. He just blew it, then drank the wine in the bottle in one sip. He threw the bottle into the sea.

"It's getting late, I'm going back. Remember what you promised me."

"Remember." Octopus replied solemnly. "But you know this is not easy. You humans have been making a big fuss recently. Seizing the country means that you can open a channel and greatly improve your strength. This is a threat to the civilizations of the entire Second World. Many civilizations have already proposed to boycott you. At this time, let us form an alliance. Have you considered our feelings?"

"It's all about mutual benefit." The strong man grinned. "Look, you're used to staying under the water anyway and don't like to walk around. What's wrong with having us allies? We can provide you with thoughtful services and even protection of force. You're just providing names. This kind of transaction really takes advantage of it."

"That's right." Octopus seemed not to know how to joke, but still thought seriously. "But why do I always think there is something wrong?"

"You are thinking too much. Maybe the underwater pressure hinders your brain." The strong man waved his hand proudly. "Don't worry, humans never cheat teammates. You don't want to pay anything, even if you suffer a loss, it's our business."

"Then let's say that." Octopus nodded. "As for the other races, I will say hello to them, and I will ignore whether they are willing."

"Of course." The strong man laughed, nodded to the octopus, then turned around and flew into the sky.

Looking at his burly back, several tentacles of the octopus stretched out from the water, holding his head to make an extremely humanistic thinking action, and his eyes turned straight. "Search for allies and divert pressure at the first time of completing the war. Humans are indeed a terrible race. Their aggressiveness has been confirmed, but they seem to know how to cooperate and compromise better than Crodill in the past. The danger is also higher."

"The great destruction is coming... Am I going to promise them?"

"This problem is really a headache!!"

"Himmer...Why are you so dizzy... Could it be that you have drunk too much just now..."

"Humans are so bad, and they also use alcohol to anesthetize me. It's so annoying."
Chapter completed!