At that moment, the giant wolf's silver hair was windless.
"Woo-"
"Woooooo—"
She closed her throat and let out a long howl.
At this moment—
Reverberating above the sky of Vaughan.
On the battlefield of Eruin, the two sides confronting Winomar stopped unanimously. The undead raised their heads and looked at the sunset sky. The undead wizards ran towards the center from all directions on the battlefield. The knight Ledios looked at his entourage without knowing it-the lich from the southern part of the Dead Moon Sea, who was losing his soul.
"It's coming, it's coming..."
"What's coming?"
"That legend..."
"I don't understand, sir."
"Look, Hela's seventeen stars... it's back, they're all back..."
Ledios frowned and raised his head.
The battlefield was already in chaos. The wizards screamed and ran aimlessly towards the communication crystal in the center of the battlefield. Their hysterical voices echoed throughout the battlefield.
On the other end of the battlefield, Freya was raising her head, seemingly surprised to ask her guards: "That's... the cry of a wolf?"
"It seems so, ma'am..."
"Perhaps it is the wolves in the direction of the Yusong Mountains. Leave them alone. What happened to the undead? Maybe this is our opportunity. Ms. Brunhild, is she coming? I need the Valkyrie to organize. , Launch an attack!"
"Madam, just now, Ms. Brunhild and the others have left the battlefield."
"How come? Why, did anyone give them orders?"
"I don't know, ma'am, they are heading east."
"East, isn't that where the Banshee King's army is?"
There was an incredible look on Freya's face.
There was a'pop'.
The sugar bowl looked at the honey jar shattered on the ground in a bit of amazement. The thick amber liquid seeped from between the fragments of the earthen jar, and the shiny liquid seemed to reflect a full moon.
She raised her head and looked at the dark pine ceiling above her head.
Barbasha watched this scene shivering, muttering to herself behind her:
"It's coming, it's coming... Did you hear that, my master."
On weekdays, Sugar Bowl might scold his servant for a few words, but at this moment, the little girl showed a rare anxiety on her face.
"A sign of disaster—"
Her heart was beating violently, and she suddenly turned around and rushed outside the house.
Outside the house, the two twin witches next to the Witch King were about to push the door, and the three directly smashed into each other and knocked on their backs.
"Ouch!"
The two little loli suddenly screamed in pain.
They have been blind to the witches around Brando ever since they left Rušta. If they passed, the two parties would have fought early, but at this time they had no time to show dissatisfaction. One of the little Lolita crawled. When I got up, I yelled at the sugar bowl:
"Do you have a Devourer Book, take it out and have a look!"
"Page six hundred and fifty!" Another loli added.
The sugar bowl had climbed up, and quickly took a gray black classic from the bookcase.
She swept the black cover with her hand to sweep down a thick layer of dust, then opened the book, and the rows of sharp teeth on the title page immediately retracted.
The room was quiet, with only the sound of pages turning, and the dust was flying for a while, causing everyone to cough.
But suddenly, the sugar bowl stopped.
Between the pages of the thick book in her hand, the words written on it were exuding bright golden light.
Those are just a few words—
…
Over the Finhotos Strait, a deep purple hue is engulfing the sky at the last touch of golden red, and the stars are like sand sinking on the bottom of the sea, shining with dazzling light.
The howling of wolves resounded through the sky—
It seemed to come from all directions, staying for a long time, lingering in everyone's hearts.
In the legend of Ten Cities, wolves are the signs before the end of the day. They always swept the earth before the first blizzard, thus shattering all hope before the arrival of the severe winter.
The howl of the wolf is like a nightmare in the north wind. It resides deep in the soul of every most experienced hunter, making them tremble in a nightmare.
But this time, they made the undead of Madara daunted.
Eleven girls appeared on the battlefield, and no one even saw where they came from. Their long silver hair was flying with the wind, and howling with their necks on the rocks, echoing the call of their mother.
The wolves seemed to show their bodies from the fog in all directions. They marched around the battlefield like waves of waves, and then there were endless wolves disasters.
The dark nobles of Madara watched this scene motionless.
They are proud of the sea of undead.
They used to be an army of crystal clusters that they once regarded as their enemies.
But in the face of this black tide, those black giant wolves the size of a small mountain fell heavily on the ground with four claws, and then folded, and then interlaced with each other, making a thunderous sound as they rushed. It falls on everyone's heart like raindrops.
Even if their hearts are no longer beating, but at this moment, they can still feel the deep fear.
Several epochs ago.
They have destroyed the world several times.
The record of the wolf disaster is recorded in the heavy classics of Warend under the dust of history. Between the lines, the words are filled with an atmosphere of destruction in despair.
And today.
They are here again.
But this time, it didn't bring a doomsday announcement.
Dark Kouhua stood on a high mound with his fists tightly clenched. The beautiful white wolf was beside her, and said softly to her:
"Sister, this is what Milos-sama told us, destiny—"
"But I hate all of this, I hate the world, I hate that man."
"Where's mother?"
"Humph-"
The black wolves surging from the left and right of the high hills, like a tide.
They surround Brando, as if guarding a high emperor, with long howls one after another, rushing towards the direction of the undead.
"The monarch of darkness walks with the wolf, before the end, and the disaster is after. In his eyes, the world has no secrets—"
Delphine read this sentence blankly.
The ancient words seem to come true at this moment.
Instarron watched this scene in disbelief.
"No!" He turned his head suddenly, and said loudly to his colleagues in Jiufengyu: "Tagus, what are you still hesitating, has the future that your Majesty has promised us come true? No, it hasn't. Targus, we must stop him, Madara must not fail!"
After speaking, he drew his sword and rushed towards Brando.
His movements were so abrupt that neither Medissa and Hippamilla on the side could react. Although Huang Huo understood what the undead jazz said, she stood too far away and couldn't make it at the first time. .
Instalong rushed to Brando with a single stride, and he raised his sword and stabbed at the latter.
But at this moment, Brando's mind was tied to the five rising holy swords, but he did not completely lose consciousness. He only stretched out a finger to block Instaron's sword.
A look of despair appeared on the latter's face.
Brando looked down at him: "You broke your promise and desecrated the glory of the dark nobleman."
"I don't care, Lord Earl, kill me, for the sake of Madara, I will die without regret." Instaron said with a determined look on his face.
At this time, Medissa's spear was about to arrive, and the tip of the spear pointed directly at the back of Instaron. Targus wanted to stop her, but was blocked by Hippamira with magic.
"Don't, Instaron!" For the first time an anxious look appeared on Targus's face: "Lord Lord, don't kill him!"
The spear of the little silver elf princess stopped at the back of Instaron.
Because she saw Brando shook his head at him.
Instalong's face was pale, of course he knew that he had walked around the door of the god of death just now. The undead were not afraid of eternal death, but in the face of destruction, the first reaction of any wise existence was instinctive resistance.
Unless it is a lunatic.
But Instaron was obviously not crazy yet.
"Why didn't you kill me?" He said hoarsely: "Lord Earl, let me bury the black rose for Bromanto. You are so talented, I am not alone."
"I won't kill you, and Madara will not perish. You can still serve your Majesty the Queen. Haven't you seen it yet?" Brando turned his head and said to Targus: "Tagus, take you Go down, his friend, he's a bit irrational."
Targus shook his head, folded his waist and thanked Brando, he sighed, and stepped forward to hold his colleague.
"Tagus, why, have you betrayed the empire too?"
"My friend, don't you understand, this is your majesty's will."
"what… ?"
Brando shook his head. This Black Lord could be called the first genius of Madara in the future. His talent in commanding the battlefield is unmatched. He may be a little immature right now, but in the future, he may even exceed Metisa is not comparable to a character like Eruin Sanjie.
But after all, no one is perfect. This somewhat rebellious Madara general lacks a keen political sense and vision. Except for Targus, his relationship with almost everyone in Madara is not so harmonious. Perhaps it was because of seeing this early that the supreme of Madara made him partner with Targus.
It turns out that these two people are also the perfect partners.
And thinking of the Majesty the Queen of Madara, Brando couldn't help raising his head and looking in that direction.
In the center of the undead army that was retreating on the entire battlefield, the Queen and her guards still insisted on not retreating. Her imperial guard stood like a rock in the center of the battlefield.
A distance of several kilometers, Brando seemed to be able to see the dark eyes of the other party, staring in this direction silently.
So what is the other party thinking
Her Majesty the Queen of Madara.
He looked back.
Bai's figure has long since disappeared.