True Martial World Chapter 706: Warriors Gather

Chapter 706: Warriors Gather
At dawn, just as the first ray of sunshine shot out from the east, the remote mountains were still shrouded in endless morning fog. The mountain fog was thick and dense, and it covered the mountains, lakes and trees, causing everything to appear as a blur. The fog lingered on without dispersing, causing the remote mountain's weather to become especially cold.
Shrouded in the morning fog, inside a modest-sized room in the Desolate race's palace.
Jiang Xiaorou was sitting in front of a bronze mirror. She was dressed in a thick red long robe, and was slowly combing her hair.
The mirror reflected her beautiful face, and the bit of cinnabar in the middle of her eyebrows was beautiful but brought with it a tinge of sadness.
As Jiang Xiaorou looked at the mirror, her eyes were still the replaying scenes inside the meeting hall yesterday. The Human race's geniuses looked at her with hatred, while the Sanctuary Island couple gave her a look of pity...
Jiang Xiaorou did not mind too much about the Human race.
But for the Desolate race, she couldn't not mind.
To protect her, it required the entire Desolate race to fight the Black-armored Demon God to the death. In the words of the Human race, that was equivalent to severing heritage and the flames of life.
The Black-armored Demon God seemed to be able to extract the powers of the strong by killing them, and as a result strengthen himself. If that was the case, the more experts killed by him, the more terrible the situation would become.
Jiang Xiaorou sat in the empty room with a deep sense of loneliness.
She was like a person cursed by the Heavens.
At this moment, the door was pushed open, as Jiang Xiaorou's mother walked in.
She did not say a word, and neither did Jiang Xiaorou turn back.
She quietly took over the comb in Jiang Xiaorou's hand, and while holding a tiny lock of Jiang Xiaorou's hair, she began combing her hair bit by bit.
Her motions were very slow and the comb silently glided down her smooth, black hair. As the strands of hair split into tracks after tracks, they resembled stripes of black silk.
"Mother...I want to go to the divine bone altar." Jiang Xiaorou, who had her back towards her mother, suddenly spoke. Her voice was soft, but it caused the former Desolate Queen's hands to tremble. She let go of the comb which glided down Jiang Xiaorou's smooth hair like flowing water till it dropped to the floor.
Pa, the walnut wood comb dropped to the floor with a very soft sound, but it sounded very clear in this quiet room.
The Desolate race's divine bone altar was a place used by the Desolate race for worshiping and sacrifice.
For worshiping, Jiang Xiaorou had done it once, and from that time, she was recognized by the Sacred Spirit.
As for sacrifice...that was to let the sacrificed person give all their blood and life, as well as their soul for sacrifice. With that, the outcome could be imagined.
Jiang Xiaorou's wish to go to the divine bone altar was naturally not for worship.
She had been eyed by the Black-armored Demon God, and had nowhere to go. Even if she committed suicide, her corpse might still be found by the Black-armored Demon God. She did not know if this might lead to terrible consequences.
Since she was dying, she might as well die more thoroughly. By sacrificing all her soul, blood and life, the Black-armored Demon God would receive nothing.
Mother, Shepherd Boy, the citizens of the Desolate race and Yun'er...She did not want to implicate them which could result in their deaths.
If the Desolate race chose to flee, they could still leave behind some flames of life. And if they chose to fight to the death and get wiped out, then she would be a sinner.
Behind Jiang Xiaorou, the beautiful former Desolate Queen, who was dressed in a long robe, pressed down on Jiang Xiaorou's hair. After a moment of silence, she articulated each word clearly, "Mother will not let you die."
She could not watch her daughter being made a blood sacrifice. She had already abandoned the original territory of the palace grounds. Did they have to once again abandon the remote mountains and escape deeper into the Divine Wilderness?
Getting every member of the Desolate race to hide throughout the deep mountains, leaving behind flames of life? However, could these 'flames of life' truly be able to reignited in the future?
"The Sacred Spirit can still battle another one more time..."
What the former Desolate Queen said was what the Sacred Spirit had said the previous night itself. However, the former Desolate Queen knew that this battle would probably the battle that would consume all of the Sacred Spirit's life force.
"However..." Jiang Xiaorou still wanted to say something, but the former Desolate Queen only pressed down on Jiang Xiaorou's shoulder.
"Xiaorou, even if you die, the outcome will not change. Indeed, it will result in some of those people dragging out an ignoble existence, but what we want is not to just merely live on!"
The former Desolate Queen said as she held on to Jiang Xiaorou's hands, and walked out the palace.
Today, there was still a meeting in the meeting hall. The Human race was waiting for the Desolate race's decision.
The decision was to fight or to take flight.
However, when Jiang Xiaorou reached the meeting hall, she was stunned.
At this moment, on the square, there were large numbers of Desolate race warriors gathered.
These Desolate race warriors had experienced a great escape not long ago, and many of them were still injured.
However, they still came here, wearing battle armor with weapons in hand. They surrounded the entire meeting hall.
They were all battle-hardened warriors after years of training in the Divine Wilderness. Even if many of them did not possess a high cultivation level, their bodies' embodied a killing aura. The glory of their race was already rooted deep in their bones, giving rise to a sure-win belief.
The group of Desolate race warriors numbered only in the thousands, but the stance from these people caused the surrounding morning fog that spanned tens of miles to disperse.
With the morning fog dispersed, Jiang Xiaorou could see that far in the deep mountains, there were black shadows shrouded. They were Primordial True Spirits lurking in the deep mountains.
They let out low growls which sounded like resounding thunder, causing one's blood to rush.
These Primordial True Spirit seemed to have sensed that a war was coming. They were gathered here, waiting to face the upcoming final battle.
"All of you..." Jiang Xiaorou could not calm her heart. She noticed that even the Skyfox team members were gathered on the square.
And leading them was Shepherd Boy.
Last night, Shepherd Boy had mobilized the Desolate race's army. With his prestige amongst the Desolate race, he was able to easily rally multitudes with one call.
"Your Highness, the Human emissaries are waiting in the hall for you." Shepherd Boy said lightly.
At this moment, he did not say words like fighting to the death, but instead used his actions to express everything.
Jiang Xiaorou was momentarily dazed. She looked deeply at all the warriors on the square, and nodded her head forcefully.
...
At this moment in the meeting hall, the legendary figures of the Human race had ugly expressions.
Although the gathering of the Desolate race's army seemed like they were prepared to face the Black-armored Demon God, they had also surrounded the meeting hall.
Other than that, there were many Primordial True Spirits far into the distance, staring fiercely over.
Although they were not weak, with the Sanctuary Island couple being able to produce extremely terrifying combat power when they joined hands, this was after all the Desolate race's territory. Their hearts were still beating like drums. It was unknown if the Desolate race would suddenly turn rash and do something without considering the consequences.
"The Desolate race is here."
The Sanctuary Island's Island Lord said lightly. He was looking far into the distance through a window. It was unknown what he was thinking.
What they had to face, eventually had to be faced.
...
At the moment the former Desolate Queen and Jiang Xiaorou stepped into the meeting room, the former Desolate Queen felt Jiang Xiaorou's body freeze up, with her face also turning extremely pale.
"Oh? Xiaorou?"
The former Desolate Queen's heart tightened.
Jiang Xiaorou took a deep breath and subconsciously held her chest. At just that instant, she had felt a powerful spiritual force lock on to her.
Is it the Black-armored Demon God...?
Jiang Xiaorou turned her head and looked far into distance, up at the sky and murmured, "He saw me..."