God of War, the strong one.

In the land of Azeroth, beyond the Northern Snow City, at the far end of the distant horizon, nine steam tanks, like ferocious beasts of steel, charged side by side with the unstoppable force of a primordial flood. The momentum was overwhelming, as if they were an invincible torrent of steel. The billowing dust and the roar of the tanks approached the city wall at an astonishing speed, and in the blink of an eye, they were at the gates. Behind them, there was a vast army of a million soldiers, each clad in fine armor, wielding sharp weapons, and exuding an imposing aura as if they were conquerors from hell, ready to trample everything in the world. "Lord of the Northern Snow City, dare you to fight us nine?" A resounding and provocative shout came from below, the voice filled with undisguised sarcasm and arrogance. "If you win, we will retreat immediately and will not set foot here for a hundred years! If you lose, surrender obediently, cede territory, and pay a huge indemnity!" Upon hearing this, the faces of the people on the city wall changed dramatically. "Lord, this is clearly the enemy's provocation. You must not fall for it!" A strong warrior, as sturdy as an iron tower, anxiously advised. It was well known that the Lord of the Northern Snow City was the guardian of this city; if anything happened to him, the morale of the entire army would collapse like an avalanche, and the Northern Snow City would fall into an abyss from which there would be no return. The generals behind him also nodded in agreement, urging caution. However, Lord Alex merely glanced at the iron tower warrior, calmly saying, "Brock, you have fought with me on this battlefield for five years, and you still don't have faith in me?" The iron tower warrior, Brock, was taken aback, his face showing a complex expression, his lips trembling slightly, wanting to speak but holding back. "Humph, the so-called nine great powers are nothing but a bunch of ants in my eyes!" Alex snorted coldly, and as he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and waved it. The white cloth fell instantly. Everyone was shocked to see that what was covered was nine stone coffins, exquisitely carved from black marble! In an instant, everyone stood still, staring at the nine stone coffins as if they were under a spell. The vast battlefield fell silent in an instant, with only Alex's icy voice echoing through the heavens and the earth like thunder: "These nine stone coffins are prepared as your resting place! But what they commemorate are the immortal spirits of the hundreds of thousands of brave soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the kingdom of Azeroth!" As soon as his words fell, he kicked out without hesitation, and the black stone coffin, weighing thousands of pounds, fell from the city wall as easily as a toy. "Dong, dong, dong..." The nine stone coffins fell one after another, raising a cloud of dust, as if playing the prelude to death. Alex, expressionless, walked down the city wall with steady steps. The nine steam tanks carrying the enemy's nine great powers followed him like ghosts, gradually disappearing from everyone's sight. Time passed, and a month later, at the airport of Atlantis City. Among the crowd exiting the airport, two people were particularly eye-catching. The leader was a young man in his twenties, dressed in a simple yet stylish casual attire, looking neat and tidy. The young man had deep eyes and a high nose bridge, with a slender figure, like a deity from ancient Greek mythology. However, his slightly sickly pale complexion added a touch of fragility to his appearance. Behind the young man, a burly, muscular man in black clothes followed closely, like a moving fortress, giving a strong sense of oppression. As they walked out of the airport, a gust of sea wind blew. "Cough, cough..." The young man couldn't help but cough, and a sickly red flush appeared on his pale cheeks. "M... Mr. Alex, the sea breeze is cool, you must take care of your health." Seeing this, the burly man quickly stepped forward and skillfully draped a thick cloak over the young man. His eyes were filled with worry and deep respect for the young man. A month ago, Lord Alex single-handedly fought against the nine great powers of the enemy. It was a battle that shocked heaven and earth and made ghosts and gods weep, lasting for three days and three nights, with changing winds and clouds. In the end, Alex, covered in blood, returned triumphantly with the heads of the nine great powers! This battle not only scared the enemy into a hasty retreat but also made them promise not to invade the territory of the Kingdom of Azeroth for a hundred years. Lord Alex thus became a hero of the kingdom, and his achievements will be recorded in the long river of history, forever sung by people. "It's just a few minor injuries, it's nothing." Alex shook his head slightly, not caring. He slowly looked around, and the familiar yet strange city scenery once again came into view, and for a moment, he was filled with mixed feelings. Unconsciously, five years have passed. Alex was originally from the noble family of Atlantis City, the Stuart family. He was obsessed with ancient magical books and historical documents since he was a child and was known as a weak scholar. Because he was born into a noble family but had no interest in the family's business and political affairs, he was ridiculed and mocked by everyone since he was young, and was even labeled as a "waste." Because of this, five years ago, he was used as a political marriage pawn by those in the family with ulterior motives and married into the famous family of Atlantis City, the Rockefeller family, becoming a laughingstock. His wife, Eileen, was a talented woman, known as the "number one talented woman in Atlantis," and not only that, she also had a stunning appearance, with many pursuers as numerous as the stars. However, fate played a cruel joke on the couple. After Eileen's legs were unfortunately afflicted with a rare disease, she could no longer leave her wheelchair, and she lost her former glory, becoming a victim of family marriage. This combination of "waste and cripple" naturally became the talk and laughingstock of people after dinner. But misfortune did not stop there. Shortly after the marriage, the Rockefeller family suddenly encountered a disaster and fell into a serious crisis. Alex, who had no background and value, was naturally used as a scapegoat by the family and was ruthlessly sent to prison. Fortunately, the gears of fate turned quietly and inadvertently. Just as Alex was imprisoned, the border of the Kingdom of Azeroth was in urgent need of a large number of troops due to the war. So, Alex was sent to the Northern Border battlefield and embarked on a military career. No one expected that Alex was a natural military genius! On that battlefield filled with flames and smoke, he quickly rose like a bright meteor. In just five years, he grew from an ordinary soldier to a legendary general who made the enemy tremble with his excellent military command and fearless courage! "Mr. Alex, where are we going next?" The loud voice of the burly man broke the silence and pulled Alex's thoughts back. "Home." Alex said calmly with a firm gaze. Five years of military life, he has been thinking about his parents, sister, and wife all the time. Now that he has finally retired, the people he most wants to see are these most important people in his life. In the blink of an eye, five years have passed, and I don't know if they are doing well now? When Alex arrived at the old house of the Stuart family in the North District of Atlantis City, the scene in front of him made him frown slightly. The autumn wind was bleak, and the evening was getting darker, but the family's old house was brightly lit and bustling. The gorgeous magical lanterns were hanging high, and the entire residence was beautifully decorated, with a festive atmosphere everywhere. In the spacious courtyard outside the door, there were all kinds of luxurious carriages parked, and nobles and gentlemen in gorgeous clothes kept walking into the residence with expensive gifts, smiling on their faces. From the appearance and demeanor of these people, they were all nobles and wealthy merchants with high status. Just getting off the carriage, Alex looked at this scene with doubts in his heart. In his memory, today does not seem to be a special day. He slightly tidied his clothes and then strode towards the door. However, before he could step into the door, a man in the family guard uniform raised his hand to stop him. "Please show your invitation." The guard said expressionlessly. Alex frowned, and a surge of anger welled up in his heart. When did he need an invitation to return to his own home? "Today is the birthday celebration of Mr. Karl Stuart, the head of the Stuart family. No unauthorized personnel are allowed to enter." Seeing that Alex didn't speak, the guard's face showed a disdainful look and said coldly, "Where are you from, hurry back where you came from!" In the guard's eyes, Alex had no invitation, and his clothes were so simple, he was just a poor boy who wanted to sneak into the banquet to eat and drink for free. "Karl Stuart?" Hearing this name, Alex's face turned gloomy instantly. He knew in his heart that his.