The fall of the Black Moon, the golden rain, the storm, the elemental phenomenon, the collapse of the Law of Tiamat, the escape of the natives of the shallow sea, and the endless darkness.
This night was destined to be a restless one.
In the countryside of Grinoires, the hillfolk ran out of their houses and looked up at the starry sky. After the golden rain fell, the shadows shrouded the forest. In the darkness, only the roars of the witches and prophets, the barking of the dogs, and the running of the animals in the forest could be heard from far and near.
But the eyes in the darkness were exceptionally bright, reflecting the silver line across the sky.
"Look, the suffering that runs rampant in the world …"
"Lady Martha, when will it end?"
The mountain wind carried away the ancient songs of the hillfolk.
The army of monsters gathered at the Yusong Mountains. They were a pack of wolves commonly seen outside the borders of Aouine's civilization. They were led by a silver-haired female wolf as they pounced towards the Silman region. They were still dozens of miles away, but they had already formed a thick black carpet.
The howls of the wolves were like the trombone of an army.
Two young men were lying on the high ground near the Chablis Mountains. They looked at the scene blankly. The sound of hundreds of thousands of black wolves running on the ground was like thunder that pierced through the clouds. It could be heard clearly from miles away. The two trembled as they crouched in the bushes, not daring to move at all, not even daring to breathe. This was the place where the Blood Staff had perished that day. Before it died, it mournfully cursed the Queen of Banshees, Arvette, and swore that its soul would linger until the day of its death, until it perished together with the latter.
Then, an arrow hit its skull, splitting its soul fire into two. It fell from the horse and landed right in the middle of the grass.
The two young men witnessed this scene with their own eyes. They felt that the Blood Staff's cold gaze seemed to be watching them from behind. Its curse that day had come true. The day the undead died was the moment the world was destroyed. No words to describe it were more appropriate than the scene before their eyes.
The two young men were Cohen's subordinates. After Cohen joined Brando, he was enfeoffed by Princess Gryphine as Baron Silman. His fief was in Silman, but it was currently the frontline of the confrontation between Erouine and Madara. Brando gave Cohen a piece of land in the Loop of Trade Winds, and Cohen only left a small army here.
An army that was responsible for monitoring the movement of the undead.
They were the scouts in this army. Recently, the skeletons of Madara had become restless, and surveillance had become more frequent. There were several hidden sentries in the valley, and they were just one of them. However, they knew that their colleagues might not be any better than them. Perhaps some of them had already escaped.
It was not that they did not want to run, but they were so scared that their legs were weak.
In the valley directly opposite the highland, other than the hidden sentries, there was also an army of the undead. The leaders were Skeletal Lord Rotman and War Lord Ladios. The latter was one of the four Knights of the Apocalypse that Brando was familiar with, the Red Knight.
It was slightly different from Brando's prediction of the one-eyed dragon Tarkus and the Incirsta Dragon.
The local mercenaries of Silman had already figured out this information. The Rotten Knight Crotte that Brando spared his life in Sir John Lorison's tomb played an important role in this. It was difficult for ordinary people to figure out the organization of the undead and the lords represented by different banners, but Crotte and Brando were different. When they were in Fathom Harbor, they passed on most of the information to Andina and Freya.
Although Brando hated Madara, he did not discriminate against individuals. The Rotten Knight Crotte was originally a fence-sitter in Madara. She did not want to see the country of the Dead Moon united. In fact, she wanted to return to the lawless life of the past. Brando promised to give her a piece of land in the Dark Forest so that she could control her own destiny. Hence, the latter did not have any integrity and completely became a guide, working for Erouine wholeheartedly.
The two young men did not know that the undead on the other side had already discovered them.
Ladios woke up from his' dormant 'state several times in the night. The dormancy of the undead was a sacred thing to them. Although they did not need to rest, dormancy allowed them to temporarily calm down, away from the pain and suffering of immortality.
Many undead regarded sleeping in a coffin as a noble and sacred ritual. However, the Dead Moon Temple had strict rewards for the dormancy ritual. Strictly speaking, only high-ranked undead had the right to enter dormancy.
Ladios became a dark noble after the first War of the Black Rose. He was rewarded by the Holy Cathedral for his contribution in the battle of Fortress Riedon. Although it was not personally praised by the High One, it was still a supreme honor.
The Dead Moon Temple was different from the other Holy Cathedrals on the continent. The priests who wore the robes of acolytes were not kind to anyone. Furthermore, they were humans, a rare non-undead dark noble in the Dead Moon Kingdom.
When Ladios walked out of his skeleton tent, the low-ranked undead outside automatically turned their gazes towards him. This Red Knight wore a black armor, with a Black Rose Medal and a cross on his chest. The Knight's Commanding Sword hung at his waist. Apart from his pale face and livor mortis spots, he looked no different from a human Knight.
Rain began to fall from the sky without anyone noticing. Cumulonimbus clouds drifted over from the sea of Tónigel. Together with the tides of a thousand years, they passed through Randner and Tosankard Corridors, bringing the last rain of autumn to the three regions.
Ladios stared at the wolves running through the valley. The tremors from the ground were transmitted to him from afar. Even in the rain, the rocks on the ground were jumping wildly, and the vegetation was trembling, shaking off the water droplets on the leaves.
However, Ladios did not feel any fear in his heart. The undead did not know fear, and even though the high-ranked undead knew how to preserve themselves, their rationality and not their emotions controlled their actions. This was the greatest advantage the Blessed of the Dead Moon had over the weak creatures.
He looked at the black carpet that was engulfing the valley. His gaze did not linger on it for long. He turned his head and looked at the valley above.
The sky was dark and devoid of light. It was the most lonely moment before dawn.
"Let's go."
He gave an order.
There were no objections or questions. The undead moved on their own accord like a soundless entity, or perhaps a giant beast that had awakened. The darkness quickly lit up with Soulfire.
In just a few minutes, the huge camp came to life. This was a realm that even the most well-trained human army could never achieve.
And from beginning to end, Ladios did not look back at the valley.
The two youths lying in the grass suddenly felt a trace of vigilance. One of them subconsciously turned around, only to hear a light sound as a bone arrow suddenly appeared on his neck. He widened his eyes and opened his mouth, trying in vain to grab his throat. Unfortunately, before he could utter a complete syllable, he fell on his back.
In his last sight, he saw a Lich standing in the distant forest with a bone staff in his hand.
But unlike ordinary Lich, this Lich was covered in heavy armor, with a shield in his left hand and a bone staff in his right hand that was less than an elbow long. He did not wear a helmet or a faceplate, and his bare skull was exposed from his breastplate. His eye sockets held two fluorescent phosphorescent lights.
This lich didn't have any skeleton warriors as his subordinates and looked more like a lone ranger. A thick book with a black cover and silver edges was hung on his waist with an iron chain. Raindrops rolled down from the pages of the book, but it wasn't soaked in the slightest.
If Brando was here and saw this thing, he would definitely cry out in alarm: Death Knight!
The undead were a unique class of heavy armor mages. They were the only existence in the slate war. Although they weren't as flexible as true black mages, they were extremely threatening in battle because they could be mass-produced like liches.
Moreover, these Death Knights were not just weak mages. In fact, they also had the strength of a Gold rank in close combat. It could be said that they cultivated both magic and martial arts, and were extremely troublesome to deal with. After the undead had them, they could only use the weak skeletal knights, ghosts, and bone vultures as scouts. The death knights would often single-handedly destroy an entire team of scouts when they clashed with other races. From then on, not only did they have the ability to penetrate every nook and cranny of the battlefield, but they also had the ability to conceal themselves from the battlefield.
The Death Knight was one of Tamar's masterpieces. Although Madara no longer had this alchemy master, they still obtained the most ideal troops in the Second War of the Black Roses.
At this moment, the correction of history seemed to be heavy and irresistible.
The young man who had a bone arrow in his throat twitched twice. He stretched out his hand as if he wanted to grab the air, but in the end, he only caught a few drops of rain.
Then, he lost his life.
His companion was already stunned. He did not know how they were discovered, but his survival instinct made him run. However, before he could run a few steps, the second bone arrow had already caught up with his back. His body paused slightly, and he stumbled forward a few steps in the rain, then fell down.
The Death Knight used his phosphorescent eyes to carefully look at the two corpses before he put away his bone staff and left again.
At the same time, such a scene played out repeatedly in the valley.
However, very few people knew about it.
Even the wolves a few miles away were oblivious to the slaughter in the rainy night. Their only target was the lights of civilization in the Silman Valley. The dark tide surged across the land, and the nearest town seemed to be just a stone's throw away.
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