It was already night. Snow covered the entire area, making the frozen ground even more unbearable.
Snow blanketed the land. Even without the cover of the night, one could only see a few meters in front of them when they opened their eyes.
No matter how strong a warrior was, he couldn't do anything when he couldn't see. And this wasn't even the deadliest factor on the battlefield.
"It's so cold! How many of us can survive this night? "
Even Chief Lorde, who was as tough as an ice mountain in the eyes of his tribesmen, wasn't an emotionless man of steel. It was already cold enough in the north, and the temperature dropped by ten degrees at night. Even the air they breathed felt like it would freeze in an instant.
Even though the beastmen who could enter the battlefield were generally strong, they weren't men of steel. They still had to take care of the cold in the middle of a fierce battle. Their vision was pitch black, and they had to look for directions from horns and battle flags. They had to fight the most difficult street battles in the chaos. They might even mistake the knife-wielding assassins as their allies, but the heads they chopped off were their friends and family …
According to the unwritten rules of the war in the north, both sides should have called a truce to avoid the tragic ending of winning the war with no one to celebrate.
But now, time was life. Every second of hesitation meant countless lives were lost. Neither side called a truce. At this time, everyone wanted to throw in their last bit of strength. Only by completely crushing the opponent could they survive.
Lorde could imagine a beastman warrior finally defeating his opponent, but the blood at the window had already turned into a thin layer of blood. The loss of blood took away most of his stamina, and he moved slower and slower until he froze to death beside his opponent's corpse.
Looking at the pitch-black alley in front of him, it was like a vicious beast from the abyss waiting for its prey with a wide open mouth.
Lorde shuddered inexplicably. He had a bad feeling that he might not live to see the sun rise the next day.
This wasn't a groundless fear. Lorde's keen sixth sense had accompanied him through countless life and death situations. But this time, he didn't want to listen to his instincts.
"Don't let the other tribes look down on us, Claw Tribe. We can't fall behind. Take this city and completely destroy the north. The glory of the humans will belong to us! "
"The God of War is protecting us! His Valkyrie Palace will leave a place for our warriors. If we are destined to die here, then let us meet again at the feast of the Valkyrie Palace! "
Even though he said something impossible, his warriors still responded to his summons.
Silently taking a sip of the strong wine that could dispel the cold air, they stepped into the pitch-black battlefield with resolute gazes, stepping into the giant mouth of the abyss where they would never be able to return.
There was no hesitation, no fear. In this war without justice, there was no holiness, no evil. Everyone was fighting for their own race, for more living space, for their race and their families to survive in this cruel holy war.
The city walls had lost their meaning. Every moment, every place, there were warriors who were bleeding and fighting. Human lives had become worthless at this moment. They were all mortals with physical bodies. Even if they were Gold-ranked war commanders, they could be killed by a shovel that suddenly popped out of a small bungalow.
"We've lost contact with the Kass Tribe. Twenty minutes ago, we also lost contact with Lord Kagma. The Aerial Knights are requesting for battle. This is their blood letter! "
"Lord Lund is requesting for reinforcements. We've lost contact with two of his teams. He's met with obstacles. Many of his warriors are missing. We need more warriors to complete the encirclement."
"The Wolf King's advance is smooth. He's reached the predetermined area. However, he's lost more than forty percent of his warriors. He still refuses to retreat."
Hearing the bad news, Almont's eyes twitched. The tenacity of the humans had far exceeded his expectations. That damned snow had turned the battlefield into the cruelest meat grinder.
"Tell those Aerial Knights not to cause trouble at this time. They don't even know how they'll fall when they're in the air. Even if they die, they have to die with value. Reinforcements? Let the newly formed tribe take the place … "
The messenger hesitated for a moment. The words of doubt were already at the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them in the end.
The newly formed tribe? It was formed from the remaining tribes that had lost most of their people in the war. A group of wounded and defeated soldiers. They had lost their chief, their tribe name, and their totem. Thus, they came together.
Perhaps they weren't strong enough, but they were the seeds of the future. When the seeds had to be put into the pot to satisfy their hunger, it also showed the plight of the beastmen.
However, military orders were like mountains. At this time, there was no room for hesitation. Everyone knew that the path of bravery would be the victor when enemies met on a narrow path. Whoever could grit their teeth and persevere to the end would be the new master of this land. Now, it was time to compete in perseverance and sacrifice.
The beastmen had suffered such great losses. For the humans, this battle was even more difficult to fight.
The chaotic battle without rules was a comprehensive test of individual strength. The human defenders who had lost the advantage of fortifications suffered a sharp increase. One to two, one to three, and even one to ten local casualties.
"We've long since had nowhere to retreat. Behind us are the defenseless civilians! Losing Red Maple City is no different from losing the entire Northern Lands. We'll become the sinners of the entire human society. Our ancestors have been humiliated because of this. "
The humans had no reason to retreat. This was a battle to protect their homeland. There was no room for retreat.
The snow would eventually stop, and the sky would eventually brighten. When that time came, no one knew how many people would survive. The ones with more survivors would naturally be the victors.
However, this night wouldn't be so easy to pass. The nightmares in the shadows were stirring.
"Ahhh!"
In a small alley, a beastman soldier only left a cry of surprise before vanishing without a trace.
On the other side, the same fate befell his companions. Amidst their cries of surprise, they were suddenly dragged into hell by a dark hand that reached out from underground.
"Ahhh!"
"Shamans, destroy this city!"
As his subordinates disappeared one by one, Lorde finally couldn't sit still. Under his command, the Elemental Shamans no longer cherished their dwindling mana. After communicating with the elements, a sky-covering thunderstorm and a massive earthquake were summoned, razing the entire city to the ground.
The mastermind behind the disappearance of the beastman soldiers was naturally exposed.
"Flowers?"
In front of him was a flower that the Northern Lands viewed as a rare luxury. Lorde had taken the opportunity to study in the South. The familiar branches and colorful petals were exactly the same as he remembered, but …
"This is too huge!"
Indeed, in front of him was a garden. However, the flowers in the garden were a little strange. Offensive spells that could destroy houses were useless against them. Among the flowers, there were many sunflowers that were growing more and more vigorously. They were as tall as two people, and the seemingly ordinary flowerbed on the ground was actually three times the height of ordinary flowers.
It was a beautiful scene of red flowers and green grass. The battle-hardened Lorde sucked in a breath of cold air. A strong sense of disharmony made him instinctively feel threatened. The sense of danger, like needles on his back, made him instinctively want to break into a run.
"Ah, isn't that the missing Cartel? The flowers are eating him!"
Suddenly, the flowers turned in unison. It turned out that each flower had a bloody mouth, and that the fertilizer being chewed on was none other than their missing comrades.
The petals only had a large mouth full of canine teeth. Although there were no eyes, everyone knew that they had locked on to them. It was the instinct of a predator meeting its natural enemy.
"I'll cover you!"
The strange scene sent chills down everyone's spine. Lorde immediately gave the order.
But at the next moment, the pitiful screams of the Beastmen could be heard. The wooden vines on the ground transformed into coiled snakes that instantly hung the Beastmen up. At the same time, the sunflowers opened their mouths wide and began hunting.
"Tyrannical Strike!"
The bellowing bear king slammed the ground with all his might, his arms strong enough to shatter boulders. A violent gale began to tear the wooden vines apart, and the shockwave spread out. Saint-rank mysteries destroyed everything in front of him, and when it all came to an end, all he could hear was the screams of his comrades.
"Are you alright? Quick, this place is too creepy. We have to leave. "
He half-knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, and saw the despair on the faces of his comrades. When he turned back, he finally understood what had been wrong all this time.
The small mountain not far away was slowly closing up, and the place he stood was caved in. Looking closely, it wasn't a small mountain, but a terrifying bloody mouth!
"We've been hanging around this monster's mouth all this time?"
His final sigh was meaningless. The sky was already dark, and the mountainous man-eating flower king finally closed its mouth. With a crisp crack, Bear King Lorde, who was only one step away from becoming the Beastman Sovereign, died prematurely.
"Humility of the Seven Virtues. However, perhaps it should be called by another name — Carnivorous Flower Field Covered in Blood."
Since the worst possible outcome had arrived, the black cat that was destined to bring misfortune finally woke up from its deep slumber.
"Ha, what a bunch of cute children. It's just that they need some time to spread out. Thanks to their fresh blood. Without so much fertilizer, they definitely wouldn't have grown so well. "
Humility? Virtue? It would be inconceivable if the witches who gave everyone headaches were able to create something positive.
Humility wasn't just a single plant. It was a flower field, a flower field composed of countless types of carnivorous plants. Their only characteristic was that they were highly aggressive.
From the start of this battle, Amelia had planted a seed in Red Maple City, and how much this seed would grow would depend on how much fresh blood and souls it would take to nurture it.
Roland's Pride Omar was doubtlessly the king of all armies. In response to Omar's army abilities, Amelia had created this Carnivorous Flower Field, which was also part of the army.
These carnivorous flowers' special digestive juices were capable of easily melting bones, and the soul grass was capable of devouring souls, making undead mages' soul-summoning spells useless. The nutrients obtained from this battle would create even higher-level carnivorous flowers. Finally, after the gigantic Earth Devourer appeared, the battle should have ended.
Doubtlessly, this battle had given Amelia far too much nutrients for her "Humility". Even though she hadn't entered the cycle of using battle to fuel battle, there were already several Earth Devourers that had been catalyzed and activated. The dangerous flower field had long since been waiting for new prey to arrive. Lorde, the Bear King, had many such encounters.
"Oh my, it seems that after this battle, your ranking on the Calamity Rankings will rise again."
"Hmph, I won't be able to surpass Roland no matter how high I go. I'm far from being as insane, inhumane, and insane as he is. "
Heloise really wanted to comment on Amelia's behavior. Could Amelia not have such a regretful expression when saying such things? It was as if she was saying "I'm not as good as him". Did Amelia really want to compare who was more inhumane and had no bottom line?
"You're really comparing yourself to him in everything. Do you like him that much?"
"Who! Who likes him? I hate him to death! When I obtain information on his techniques, I'm going to use him as fertilizer for my flowers! "
Whenever Roland was mentioned, the sly Amelia would become just like an elementary school student who had never been in love before. Heloise wanted to tease Amelia a bit more, but Amelia, who was so angry that she was stomping her feet, suddenly stopped and smiled towards the window.
"What's the matter?"
"I didn't expect to catch such a big fish … Still, those Behemoths that have gone out of control are going to be a bit troublesome. I'll send two little Devourers over. Yep, don't kill them. They'll probably be rare undead ingredients. Roland will definitely be delighted. Perhaps he'll even invite me to dissect them together. Ah, I really miss the old days. "
Alright then, Amelia smiled shyly at this thought, while Heloise didn't know how to vent her desire to comment on Amelia's behavior.
However, Amelia's expression suddenly changed greatly as she exclaimed in astonishment.
"My Devourers Two and Four were instantly killed. This feeling … Nature magic's withering magic! It's those elves!"
…
Traitors would never be trusted. This was doubtlessly an ironclad rule on the battlefield. Since you could betray someone once, nobody could guarantee that you wouldn't betray someone a second time if you offered a higher price.
No matter which world's history it was, traitors might obtain high statuses in the end, but they would never be truly trusted by the victors.
A present from Cavendish?
Just like Roland's letter, it was just another letter. Even the sender was Rose, but this time, it was signed by the Abyss Prince Cavendish.
Alright then, there was no need to elaborate on the contents of the letter. It was nothing more than something along the lines of "We know all about your schemes. Didn't Roland only promise you the position of Elf Main God? Our price is even higher. Anyway, you haven't made your stance clear yet. If you return to the embrace of Chaos, we'll let bygones be bygones, and I'll have those Elf Gods become your subordinates."
Of course, there was also a bit of a threat at the end. It mentioned that Rose's Divine Realm was located in the Bottomless Abyss, and that the demon nobles might form a group to visit.
Rose was doubtlessly the Dark Elf's ancestor and spiritual teacher. Loyalty and stupidity were synonymous among the Dark Elves. It was easy to imagine Rose's personality.
Thus, Rose, who had already betrayed the Elves once, betrayed them a second time without hesitation in the face of a higher price.
Of course, this was only part of the reason. The deeper reason was that Rose wasn't satisfied with the Divine Title of Guardian God of the Northern Elves. She wanted the Divine Title of Guardian God of the North, and this had just fallen into Wumianzhe's hands.
Thus, if she didn't chase the humans out of the North, she wouldn't be able to become the true master of this land. Thus, after obtaining victory in the Elves' civil war, she unhesitatingly helped the Beastmen in their hour of need.
Perhaps it should be said that since the original goal of the alliance had been obtained, what she wanted even more was right in front of her. Thus, she directly turned hostile and snatched it away. Cavendish's letter only gave her a reason to strengthen her determination to betray them again.
At this moment, Rose's new favorite, the high-level Nature Mage who killed the Devourer of Earth, was standing beside Almont and looking at everything in front of him with a sigh.
"I didn't expect that we would still return here after such a long journey."
"Ha, it's just that last time, you were our ally and acted like a proper person. This time, you're our ally's dog, licking your bones and puffing your mouth."
Almont Blood Axe unceremoniously mocked the Elven Mage in front of him. He looked down on this cunning and untrustworthy man from the bottom of his heart, especially since he had betrayed his own tribe, even if he was once a king.
Yes, this long-eared Elven Mage was indeed once a king, King Adrian of the Tassel Kingdom. But now, his skin had turned ash-black, and he was no longer a noble Moon Elf. Instead, he was a new species of fallen elf who had thrown himself into Rose's embrace.
At this moment, the former Elven King's face turned ashen as he faced the mocking laughter of the Beastmen who he had looked down upon in the past. In the end, he turned around and left.
"I didn't do anything wrong, I didn't do anything wrong, I did this for the continuation of my tribe, I didn't do anything wrong! I didn't do anything wrong! "
But unknowingly, his fingernails had already transformed into his own hands, and he didn't even realize that his hands were covered in blood.
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