The results of the battle shocked the entire Emerald Sea, and the chiefs and priests of various tribes gathered together to discuss the threat from the Great Corridor. Whether gunboats, firepower nets or phalanxes, they were all new things they had never seen before, and even the most knowledgeable werewolves had only heard of them.
In this case, naturally, no results could be discussed, and most of the meeting time was spent cursing and yelling. Many great chiefs and high priests gather together, and it often takes ten and a half months to discuss a result. This is also the rhythm that the werewolves of the tribe are used to.
The tribe used to divide the year into two phases, sowing and harvesting, hunting and resting. No matter what the name is, its essence can be distinguished according to whether there is food or not. Tribal werewolves are also used to doing two things a year, one in a season.
However, before the chiefs and priests could turn their shock into anger and fully vent their anger, Iskar, the Earl of Garter who had been labeled as a wolf rape, had already shown a decisiveness that was completely different from the tradition, and led the army to sweep across the Emerald City. There are more than ten werewolf tribes outside the sea, and they are still increasing at a rate of two to three tribes every day.
The earl-level chiefs of two big tribes were beheaded by Iska and Xu Jingxuan in the process of trying to challenge Iska. Originally, Iska had outstanding combat strength, and his sniper ability was a rare master among Yonglu werewolves, and Qianye bestowed many high-grade weapons, which completely made up for the weakness of melee combat, and his combat power soared. His men were doomed.
Under such a threat, the great chief and the priests had no choice but to let go of their traditions, reach an agreement at an unprecedented speed, assembled more than 200,000 troops, and pressed against the large corridor.
But Eska didn't dare to push the boundaries, and led his troops to gather the forward line that had rushed too far forward, and merged with the 50,000 reorganized troops that had just arrived from the rear, forming an army of nearly 100,000 people, building fortifications on the spot, and sticking to the defense confrontation.
When the fortifications and firepower of the human race were combined with the bravery of the werewolves, they suddenly became astonishingly powerful. The emerald sea werewolves made several large-scale attacks, except for throwing down tens of thousands of corpses, they failed to defend the defense line of the large corridor at all. One attack did not even rush to the front of the defense line, and was shot back by the rain of bullets.
The two sides began to confront each other, and reinforcements arrived one after another. Soon, more than 300,000 troops gathered on the side of the Emerald Sea, and Iskar's troops were also close to 200,000.
As soon as the army was assembled, the chiefs of the Emerald Sea Tribe couldn't hold back their temper, and a decisive battle broke out.
The huge numerical advantage finally offset the firepower of the large corridor, and the emerald sea wolves rushed to the front of the defense line and entered the familiar hand-to-hand combat. However, the resilience of the combined human race and werewolf still far exceeded the expectations of the emerald sea werewolves. The human warriors who were supposed to collapse had no way out, and because of the desperate fights of the werewolf comrades around them, they were also aroused bloody and began to fight regardless of life and death.
The bloody battle lasted from noon to dusk. In the center of the battlefield and in the air, the strong on both sides were also fighting desperately. Because of the joining of Xu Jingxuan and the mercenary generals, the Great Corridor had an advantage in the battle of the strong. Eska was even more determined to die, and with more than ten knives in his body, he beheaded two earl chiefs alone.
As night fell, the exhausted two sides finally blew the horn to retreat. The emerald sea werewolves retreated to their starting positions, while the werewolves in the large corridor still stood on the defensive line.
The area between the two armies has been filled with corpses. There are human races, but most of them are werewolves. Nearly 100,000 werewolves were turned into corpses during the battle, and tens of thousands were seriously injured and unable to move. Given the reality of the werewolf tribe, ready-made medicines are scarce, and herbal medicines are too late to be sent to the battlefield. Therefore, they cannot be cured and can only wait in pain. The coming of death.
The result of the bloody battle seemed to be evenly divided, but the casualties of the Emerald Sea far exceeded that of the opponent, with nearly 100,000 serious injuries and deaths, making the comparison of the combat power of the two sides into 200,000 vs. 150,000. , while the Grand Corridor still has the advantage of fortifications.
The chief and the priests began to quarrel, arguing whether to attack further or wait for reinforcements.
At this moment, the werewolves in the Great Corridor made a surprising move. They sent teams of soldiers to clean up the battlefield and transport the wounded back to their positions, no matter whether the wounded belonged to the Great Corridor or the Emerald Sea.
Can these wounded be treated? The chief and the priests were shocked, and soon found that the morale of the soldiers on their side was dropping rapidly. The chiefs and priests did not lack wise figures, so they immediately decided to launch a strong attack in the dark. Night is the world of werewolves, and the human warriors on the side of the large corridor will be weakened more at night.
That night, the bloody battle broke out again and continued until dawn.
Regardless of the Emerald Sea or the Grand Corridor, the scale and cruelty of this bloody battle are beyond the memory of all werewolves. Even in the pioneering era of the ancestors passed down by word of mouth, there has never been such a battle.
From day to dawn, more than 300,000 werewolves died in battle on this land, and more than half of the 20,000 warriors who accompanied them on the expedition were also killed or injured. There are only 100,000 surviving werewolves on the side of the Emerald Sea, and there are still 80,000 surviving allied forces in the large corridor on the opposite side. Both sides are exhausted, and even the strong are crumbling.
When dawn comes, the morning light gradually illuminates the earth. As the dawn came, there was a faint earthquake. The vibration came from the direction of the Emerald Sea, clear and rhythmic.
The werewolves in the large corridor stood up one by one, silently looking into the distance. Iska ignored the half-bandaged wound just now, pushed away the human medics, and struggled to stand up. He strode through the crowd and walked to the front of the line of defense, his brows were furrowed, and there was deep worry in his eyes, as well as not-so-well-hidden fear.
In the direction of the Emerald Sea, billows of smoke and dust rose up and swept towards them. A huge monster rushed out of the smoke and dust, like a giant war beast that strayed into the land.
It was a war elephant with a height of tens of meters. It was covered with armor made of white bones. Numerous giant beast fangs and long horns were inlaid on the bone armor, making the war elephant a terrifying mobile fortress.
After the war elephant, there is a mighty army that can't see the end at a glance. Countless werewolf warriors came running, their footsteps shook the ground, but they still couldn't cover up the war elephant's footsteps like ancient war drums.
The werewolf in the Emerald Sea suddenly roared like a landslide and a tsunami, and many soldiers transformed into werewolf fighting forms on the spot, looking up to the sky and howling.
The ancient war elephants have existed for hundreds of years and have always occupied an important chapter in the history of the werewolves in Yonglu. For the first time in nearly three decades, it has appeared.
This is the mount of the Duke of Bone, and also the symbol of the Duke of Bone. In the eyes of the Emerald Sea Werewolf, the Duke is a symbol of terror and death, irreversible and irresistible. And this memory lasted at least three hundred years.
Iska's mane stood on end, and the fear in his eyes disappeared. He also let out a long growl, spat out bloody spittle, and laughed loudly, "I never thought that one day we little people can Get out His Excellency Duke of Bones! Even if you die here, it's worth it!"
Xu Jingxuan walked to his side, and smiled wryly, "I don't want to die yet. My youngest son is only one year old, and I still want to see him again."
Eska said: "The cub will go to the battlefield sooner or later, won't it?"
"Yeah, maybe one day in the future, he will die at the hands of the Duke of Bones." Xu Jingxuan said, gradually straightening his chest, the initial fear was gone.
He glanced at Iska and said, "I never thought that one day I would fight side by side with a werewolf."
"I never thought that I would become comrades-in-arms with my former enemy."
Just when Xu Jingxuan was about to say something, his whole body trembled suddenly, his face instantly turned pale, several wounds on his body burst due to the high degree of muscle tension, and the blood mist dyed the battle armor red again.
Iska's reaction was even stronger, his bones were crackling, as if he was carrying a heavy mountain, it was extremely difficult to straighten his body. Unwillingly, he still tried to raise his head, even if his body was smashed to pieces, he no longer wanted to face the mountain in front of him in a prostrate posture.
The sky became dark, as if going back to night again. The irresistible coercion quietly enveloped the audience, and the werewolves of the Emerald Sea knelt on the ground, loudly praising the reputation of the Duke of Bones. Most of the werewolves on the side of the large corridor also knelt down, fear gripped them tightly, and even they themselves didn't know whether they were cursing or begging for forgiveness.
Hundreds of years of prestige and irresistible force in the field of terror suppressed the audience in an instant, making the results of the previous bloody battle between Iska and the werewolf in the Great Corridor instantly wiped out.
This is the king who has ruled the Emerald Sea for hundreds of years, the Duke of Bones. His existence makes all werewolves' struggles meaningless. Generations of werewolves who had been expelled into the Grand Corridor could only rush to Zheng Guo, and with crude wood and iron sheets, smashed into pieces against the human steel fortress, and did not dare to turn back and fight towards the Emerald Sea.
However, at this moment, a ray of dazzling morning light suddenly cut through the darkness of the sky, and a huge battleship seemed to leap out of the void and fly towards the battlefield.
In the eyes of werewolves and human warriors, this unprecedented huge warship is burning with light and fire, cutting through the domain of the Duke of Bones with incredible grace, and dominating the battlefield.
This is the real King's Landing. Compared with this hundreds of meters floating battleship, the bone war elephant looks like a big toy. Those sharp tusks and huge thorns can't threaten the battleship in the air at all, and it Those seemingly ferocious bone armor can hardly withstand the bombardment of the battleship's main artillery.
The real powerhouses on both sides have seen it. The light and fire surrounding the battleship are just illusions. It is the fierce collision and friction between the forces of the two domains when the domain of the Duke of Bones is torn apart. It is impossible not to fight fiercely in such a large-scale domain, but it looks like the battleship easily tore open the domain of the Duke of Bones.
No matter whether it is easy or difficult, at least in the field battle, Duke of Bone has already lost a game first.
Seeing the faint and familiar figure on the bow of the battleship, the soldiers in the large corridor burst into cheers like a mountain and a tsunami. Many werewolves got rid of the previous extreme fear and shouted "My King" on the ground.
Qianye stood on the bow of the battleship, overlooking the battlefield below. From his angle, he could see a three-story bone palace built on the back of the giant bone elephant, with a gorgeous style, but the color tone was too bleak, and there was a sense of decay and decay from the inside out.
The door on the top floor of the palace opened, and the Duke of Bones walked to the terrace, looking up at the battleship in the sky. Although a mask of animal bones covered most of his face, hatred, anger and surprise could still be seen in his eyes.
The hoarse and strange voice of the Duke of Bone sounded like a sea wave, spreading across the entire battlefield: "Where is the ignorant junior, with your ability, dare to come to the Emerald Sea to provoke? There is just one missing on the totem pole of my altar. The decorations, I will fill them with you!"