The woman was quite handsome, but that was all.
But when Brudo looked at her, his eyes were no longer cold and gradually softened.
This time, Brudo's voice was very low: "I didn't think so far. First of all, in the coming storm, the werewolf must survive."
The woman asked: "Why don't you go to the top of the mountains for help?"
"The peaks of the peaks are gradually deviated from the path of their ancestors, and they are losing their strength. Only under the protection of the ancestors' heroic spirits can the werewolves gain strength! The power of explosion, destruction, and bloodthirsty!"
Brudo's roar echoed in the hall.
"Since the werewolves were born in the dark, the most powerful weapons are teeth and claws. This is our own power and has been passed down from generation to generation. But the peaks are trying to make werewolves wear armor, let us use those soft Weapons of force! Don’t those old guys know that the vampires and demons all want werewolves to wear those cold things, even bridles and reins! In their eyes, werewolves should be war beasts that only know how to kill and bleed! "
The werewolf viscount waved his claws violently, leaving dark blue marks in the air.
After he calmed down a bit, the woman said softly: "I don't understand these things. But I feel that this storm will be very big, and many totems will collapse."
Every tribe has its own totem. Whenever the totem pole falls, it means that a tribe has died.
Brudo looked at the deep twilight outside the window, his eyes were firm, and he whispered: "Werewolf, will live!"
On a mountain in the distance, a dark brown nerubian just reached the highest point. Under his feet, thousands of spiders are rolling forward, crawling into the distance. Teams of nerubian warriors walked among the spiders, and would shoot out a bunch of spider webs from time to time, sweeping away some creatures on the side of the road that had no time to escape.
On both sides of the army, there are also a few troops composed of blood races and werewolves. Their treatment is obviously inferior, and they need to give up the best path to the Nerubians.
The dark brown spider demon suddenly got a little impatient, and asked, "Is there no news from Brudo's mad dog yet?"
The nerubian guards on both sides looked at each other, obviously there was no good news to return.
At this time, a blue-colored spider demon with particularly long limbs appeared at the foot of the mountain, flying towards it. The rugged mountain is like flat ground under his eight five-meter-long joint feet. This is the Gale Nerubian, which is good at speed among Nerubians, and is a natural scout and messenger.
It went straight to the top of the mountain and stopped in front of the dark brown spider demon. The upper body of the human figure leaned forward and said, "Master Musk, I have brought two bad news. Viscount Brudo did not send troops and gave up all The outlying strongholds have shrunk all the citizens and warriors to his castle. Our envoys went to ask for a visit, but we have been waiting all day, but we have not been able to see Mr. Brudo."
The dark brown spider demon is Viscount Musk, and he was shocked and said angrily: "What?! Brudo, you bastard!"
If Brudo doesn't send troops, then his army will be alone. Human armies could easily swallow Dormer, and they could swallow him.
Musk calmed down and asked, "What's the second news?"
The Gale Nerubian said: "I just reported from the scout outpost. The human army has arrived at Black Ridge and set up a position there."
"Black Ridge?" Musk's face suddenly changed, and the two hind limbs even shook a bit.
The occupation of Black Ridge means that Musk's communication with the earl's territory has been cut off. Now he can't do it even if he wants to join Stuka's army.
"My lord, what should we do now?"
Musk turned around a dozen times on the mountain before he made up his mind and shouted: "The whole army turns around and returns to Fort Le Gall!"
Fort Le Gall is a fortress on the edge of Musk's territory. Although it is small in scale, it is somewhat defensive. Musk is going to retreat there to see the movement of the human army.
The number of this human army is very strange, and it appeared too suddenly. Now it is not clear whether their purpose of invading the Dark Territory is to occupy the land or just plunder resources.
The castle of the Nerubian is the same, but Earl Stuka's castle is much more magnificent, and its scale is several times that of Musk. At this moment, Earl Stuka was standing in his study, flipping through a thick ancient book.
Stuka's appearance is a tall and thin old man with meticulously combed gray hair, a gold-rimmed monocle sandwiched between his eyes, and a thumb-sized black gemstone hanging at the end of a black metal mirror chain.
It can be seen that the earl pays great attention to grooming, and strives for perfection in every detail, which is no less than that of the vampires who have always cared the most about appearance. However, faint blemishes can still be seen on his skin.
Those are age spots that only appear when life is about to come to an end. In fact, it is a sign of the dark force in the body gradually getting out of control, overflowing slowly, and causing indelible erosion to the skin. Although Stuka has already applied thick powder, it is still difficult to suppress the deep color.
At this time, there was a light knock on the door of the study.
Annoyance flashed across Stuka's face, and then he said, "Come in." His eyes still did not move away from the page.
The one who came in was a vampire, he seemed to have just reached middle age, he was handsome and elegant, and he was Stuka's right-hand man. Even many of the Earl's clansmen didn't understand why he put a vampire by his side and gave him such trust.
"Your Excellency, I have the latest information about the human invaders, so I take the liberty to bother you."
Without looking up, Stuka asked, "Oh, where are they?"
"Black Ridge."
"Have you figured out what they're here for?"
"… not yet."
The count still didn't look up, and said casually: "Then wait a little longer and see what they want to do. Deschamps, come and have a look. There is a very interesting legend about the Seven Sacred Artifacts. Can bring youth that never dies'…”
Deschamps did not look at the book in the earl's hand, but said anxiously: "Your Excellency, if you don't take any action, then the viscounts on the east side of your territory will be wiped out by humans!"
The count finally raised his eyelids, looked at the blood man in front of him, and said slowly until his piercing eyes forced him to lower his head, "Sweeping is nothing, just rebuilding. If you lose a few viscounts, then find another one." There are always people who don't want to die. Besides, now is the critical moment, my army must not move, and must firmly hold that line of defense. Once something goes wrong here, do you understand what it means?"
Deschamps lowered his eyes and did not speak.
Stuka carefully folded and marked the pages in his hand, then put them on the table, got up and walked around the room a few times, and finally stopped in front of Deschamps, saying: "You are also a member of the Holy Blood family, you should know about this incident. Where did the storm originate from? Being sandwiched between those two great figures, it seems that it is time to choose a camp, how do you make me care about what a few ants-like human races are doing?"
Stuka sighed, reached out and patted Deschamps on the shoulder, and asked, "Can you give me any advice?"
Deschamps said calmly: "My suggestion is still the same as before, the oldest is the strongest."
Stuka let out a hey, but didn't continue on this topic. After a while, he said: "I will give you a thousand soldiers and authorize you to mobilize the viscount's troops around you. This is all I can give you. Go, Deschamps, don't let me down."
"Yes, Lord Earl." Deschamps was respectful and calm as always, without the joy or panic of suddenly gaining power.
Stuka sighed and said slowly: "This is a storm. If we can survive it, we will have a bright future. If we can't survive it, then we... will all die."
With a serious expression on his face, Deschamps slowly exited the study. Before leaving, he habitually wanted to take a look out of the window to see the moonlight tonight, but he didn't see any windows when he glanced over.
The count dressed himself from head to toe like a high-ranking vampire, but he was actually a nerubian in his bones. This study was built luxuriously and retro, but it was still buried deep underground.
At this moment, the Black Ridge has been illuminated brightly. Standing on the top of the mountain, Qianye watched as blockhouses were erected, trenches were dug out, and heavy artillery was being lifted up to the top of the mountain by more than a dozen soldiers.
The formation is about to take shape, and Qianye's heart feels more at ease. Occupying the Black Ridge will separate the earldom from the three viscounts in the northeast. It can be said that half of the goal of the western expedition has been completed.
Zhao Yuying stood beside Qianye and said: "You are lucky, it seems that the old spider is either entangled in something, or he is really confused, so he let you in. Since we are in, we can It won't be so easy to get out."
Qianye shook his head and said: "We only wiped out one viscount, Earl Stuka's main force is not damaged at all, this battle has just begun."
"What are you going to do now?"
Qianye has actually been thinking about this issue, "First of all, we must draw the main force of Stuka out for a decisive battle. If we don't beat him to the bone, the territory we occupy will not be stable."
"But that old spider looks like it's about to hunker down."
Qianye had made up his mind at this moment, and said, "Let him think that we are here to plunder, and he won't be able to sit so securely."
"Oh, what about the target?"
"Mine, the most important thing in this territory is the mine."
"Ordinary destruction is useless!"
Qianye said flatly: "It's a fire."
Zhao Yuying whistled, and said frivolously: "That's cruel! This is a bit of a man! Otherwise, you are so beautiful, and you speak softly, I always thought that Xiao Si found a younger sister."
Qianye held his breath in his chest, secretly cursing, could it be possible that all girls are like you? But after getting along these days, he knew that bickering with Zhao Yuying would not gain any advantage, and it would not be of any benefit to use hands and feet.
Immediately ignoring her, Qianye summoned the officers from Dark Fire to discuss military matters.
The Earl of Stuka is famous for its abundance of black stones. Unlike other ore veins, black stone mines can burn for a long time even if they are not purified. Neither sand nor sand can put out the fire.
Therefore, igniting the Blackstone Mine is a very destructive method. A fire may burn for several months. When the fire is extinguished, not only the entire mine will be basically abandoned, but even the surrounding affected areas will be destroyed for a long time. wasteland.
The Blackstone Mine is the lifeblood of this area, and only with the idea of grabbing it and leaving will it be done to burn the Blackstone Mine. And Qianye intends to use the mine as a bargaining chip to force out the Stuka main force for a decisive battle.