The wolves howled again and again, like the tide, incessantly.
Everyone who heard the howling of wolves shuddered.
Because there are too many wolves howling.
Never in their barren imaginations had there been so many wolves.
Not to mention hearing it with your own ears.
As for seeing it with your own eyes
Believe me, no one wants to see such a wave of wolves with their own eyes.
There would be no bones left.
In the Thunder Fortress, the captured prairie people were crawling on the ground in a daze, but when they heard the wolf howl, they struggled to get up one by one, and looked at the source of the wolf howl: Luldry.
"god!"
"It's God who is crying!"
"God has not abandoned us!"
The cheers swept away the despair and numbness before.
They fell to their knees one by one.
Celebrate in your own way.
And the guards outside the prisoner camp are like facing a big enemy one by one.
They feared that the captives would riot.
However, things didn't go in the worst direction, and the prisoners didn't do anything other than celebrate.
This relieved the guarding Warren soldiers.
But soon, they looked to the north with worried eyes.
The howling of wolves is still going on.
There is grassland!
It is the pasture and hometown of grassland people.
Although the prairie people have just been defeated, what will happen to such howling wolves
No one knows.
In other words, no one dares to speculate.
Rock, the wizard trained by the Warren royal family, called the orderly with a solemn expression.
"Go and tell Your Majesty and Your Highness the news here."
"Yes, my lord."
After the orderly nodded, he immediately rode forward.
Watching the messengers go away, Roque looked north again.
"Troubled Warren."
The wizard sighed.
Then, he quickly returned to the tent and issued one order after another.
In just a few minutes, the entire camp was operating in an orderly manner.
After finishing all this, Rock took a deep breath, and then, his eyes looked at the secret letter that appeared on his desk silently just before the howling of wolves.
The letter is full of bewitching and wooing.
The signature is unknown.
But Rock can guess that the person who can tell the contents of the secret letter must be someone who knows Warren and the Warren royal family very well.
Who is this guy
Rock didn't know.
But he knows what he should do.
The wizard with a cold face threw the secret letter into the charcoal brazier.
call!
The flames in the charcoal brazier burst into flames and quickly swallowed up the secret letter.
The Prairie People could make a comeback.
But at this moment, there is such a 'strangeness' inside Warren.
Warren's ultimate fate is undoubtedly not optimistic.
Rock is very clear about this.
But he is also clear: he is a wizard who was cultivated by the Warren royal family with a lot of resources.
Facing the precarious Warren...
How could he leave and accept the wooing.
What he has to do is to repay the Warren royal family.
Glory is my life.
This is the knight's manifesto.
He is not a knight.
He is a wizard.
A wizard pays more attention to knowledge. He respects the value of knowledge and the people who give him knowledge.
For this, he can go through fire and water and be smashed to pieces.
"Come on, let me see who you really are!"
A low-pitched spell sounded from the wizard's mouth, and the letter paper that had been burned to ashes in the brazier floated up again, in the form of ashes.
And, it keeps changing.
…
Enmod was riding on a horse, with his beloved longbow on his back and a scimitar hanging on his waist, but the longbow had already been broken, and the scimitar was also full of gaps.
Even the war horse he raised with his own hands is the only one left under his crotch.
He broke through Warren's blockade.
but…
Raising his head, Enmod looked at the scattered clansmen, his young face full of bewilderment.
There is not only confusion about the future, but also fear.
The young Enmod knew very well that with the current number of tribesmen, even if they returned to the grassland belonging to their own tribe, they would only be swallowed up by other tribes.
Their relatives, cattle and horses will be divided as trophies.
And they are the only remaining fighters
Hanged or beheaded.
Other than that, nothing else is possible.
what to do
what to do
En Morden asked himself.
Not only the young En Morden, but also En Morden's tribe, as well as the leaders and warriors of other grassland tribes who were also defeated, were all thinking about this question.
The confusion and fear brought about by the unknown pervades everyone's hearts.
It turned into a terrifying force, and it was about to devour these prairie people.
And at this moment—
Ah woo woo!
There was a loud, continuous wolf howl.
One after another, they hit the hearts of these prairie people hard.
These defeated prairie people were shocked.
They all recovered from that special state.
They are in a trance.
They don't know what just happened.
However, this did not prevent them from cheering.
"is God!"
"Our God!"
One after another, the prairie people jumped off their horses and knelt down towards the location where the howling of wolves sounded, their foreheads pressed tightly to the ground.
Prayers from their parents' mouths kept ringing from their mouths.
It takes only a moment for the sound to go from messy to neat.
And when the uniform voice sounded, the confusion and fear seemed to disappear at this moment, and the remaining power disappeared without a trace.
…
In the snow forests and high mountains in the northern part of the grassland.
In a hidden canyon, a black shadow gathered under a high platform.
On the high platform the size of a millstone, the burning flame shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye, shrinking from the initial size of a wheel to the size of a torch.
Looking at this scene, the black shadow was overjoyed.
He's about to make it!
What an exciting scene this is!
But at the next moment, the shrunken flame suddenly became larger, not only restored to its original state, but even expanded, directly covering the entire high platform.
ah!
An uncontrollable cry of misery resounded from the black shadow's mouth.
He was scalded by the flames on the high platform.
The pain from his soul made him tremble all over.
but…
More anger!
Of course he had reason to be angry.
Because, the plan he thought was meticulous and flawless failed.
The guy who was killed by him actually left behind.
"Wolf pie! White wolf!"
"I can kill you once!"
"You can kill your disciples in the same way!"
"I want to make the term wolf faction a complete history!"
The black shadow howled loudly, and its entire face was twisted into a ball, looking ferocious and terrifying.
But what made people shudder even more was the shadow under his feet, which also distorted along with the other's face, like a strange snake.
Then, the strange snake hissed up to the sky.
The surrounding shadows, as if echoing, twisted one after another following such a long hiss.
Like a group of snakes dancing. nt
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