A silver-haired woman landed on a rock. She stood naked in the drizzle, her amber eyes reflecting a cold light. She looked at the scene expressionlessly, but she did not intend to take another step forward.
A huge silver tail swayed gently behind her.
In her eyes, the fleeing humans meandered through the valley. From afar, they looked like a troop of ants, as if they could be easily crushed with a hand.
"After dozens of centuries, mortals have actually fallen to this level. What exactly did that woman do? She's neither human nor ghost. How disgusting." She muttered to herself.
"Isn't that right, Timmy?"
"Yes," she nodded and answered her own question.
"Should we kill them?"
"Alright, but we have to wait a while. Let's see if that woman's will is still here."
"It doesn't matter. I can't sense their presence anymore, Timmy."
"But her will is still here. There's still an unpleasant presence in this land." Timmy shook her head.
"We'll know soon," she said again.
The black carpet was less than five miles away from the nearest town. The alpha wolf running at the front had already crossed the border between the humans and the undead by default.
But it was at this moment.
Suddenly, the black tide seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall. A wave of blood was reflected in the silver-haired woman's eyes. The alpha wolf at the front of the pack was directly torn apart, exploding into a pool of blood.
This wave of blood spread out with the front of the black tide as the center. It was like a ripple in the water. From front to back, it instantly turned tens of thousands of black wolves into nothingness.
The wave of blood spread until it was less than ten meters in front of the woman. She saw the remains of bones, flesh, and organs splashing in this direction along with the wave of blood. The rock she was standing on was like a reef in a red sea. The wave of blood surged backward for a long time before it gradually calmed down.
Then, two sacred statues suddenly appeared in the valley.
They were hundreds of feet tall, holding a spear in one hand and a shield in the other. They stood at the entrance of the valley. Under their feet, all the black wolves were turned into broken corpses.
Blood flowed everywhere.
If Brando was here, he would definitely recognize these two images. They were so similar to the holy images he had seen in the Deer Forest.
"So she's still here." Timmy sighed.
"Then there's nothing we can do."
"Go help your sisters."
"Okay." She nodded.
His body seemed to have melted, turning into a handful of water droplets that fell and blended into the rain.
As soon as the silver-haired girl left, the wolves in the valley immediately became a mess. However, they no longer dared to test the range of the two sacred statues. After a short period of chaos, they whined and turned around, retreating back into the Pine Mountain Range.
Ladios looked at the cheering humans in the valley.
The rainwater slid down his wax-like face, but he was expressionless, as if he had expected this. He didn't even need to turn around to know what was happening behind him.
The sound of the earth shaking was fading away. The Calamity of Wolves could not even set foot on this land today.
Because it was a sacred and inviolable land of miracles.
"But it shouldn't be in the hands of people who don't understand its value," a hoarse voice said. Ladios turned around and saw Hoffman, who was about the height of two or three people, walking towards him. The Skeleton Lord's weapon was a human bone mace, which was said to be forged from the skulls of a hundred human Knights. It was his weapon and his medal.
He had participated in the first War of the Black Rose and the Bloodstaff's invasion of Karsuk. He was much older than Ladios, but he was not the commander of this undead army. Her Majesty liked to appoint 'young people', which was already known in the Dead Moon Kingdom.
"I'm not interested in that. What I need to consider is to obtain glory for Her Majesty," Ladios replied.
"You are loyal, Ladios."
"The undead never lack this. What I need to do is to crush the enemy."
"Erouine is not worth mentioning. Have you forgotten their performance in the last war?" Hoffman didn't seem to care. In his eyes, the enemy was nothing more than maggots. The only ones that could make the new Madara fight were the Four Great Empires.
Few people knew that the Dead Moon Kingdom had already awakened under the leadership of the Mercury Staff.
"I hope so," Ladios replied. "But the hidden sentries we got rid of today show that the humans have not given up on resisting."
"It's just a futile effort." Hoffman let out a hollow laugh. He used his bony finger to point at the humans in the valley who knew nothing about their fate and were still cheering because of the retreat of the Calamity of Wolves. "Let me kill them. We need to replenish our souls and quickly strengthen ourselves, just like Tarkus and the others."
This time, Ladios finally nodded.
Karsuk Highlands, Jincheng.
The Baron of Jincheng looked at the sea of soul flames below the city with a steely expression. He turned around and saw his guards and several retainers standing behind him. He looked at them with an ugly expression and slowly opened his mouth. "Go and inform the Highland Knight, the Wizard of the Tower … and Her Highness, the undead have invaded."
"Bring as many people as you can. Don't let those skeletons stop you. Just leave a team of Knight for me."
"My Lord …" Everyone's expression changed.
"Hurry up, don't drag it out. The Towalker family and the undead have been enemies for generations. Give me my sword. I'll go to my ancestors and tell them that I didn't tarnish the honor of my family."
He waved his hand. "Bring my third son. He's still young and the honor doesn't belong to him. Leave the city immediately. The bone dragons will be here soon. Let the Wyvern Knight in the city take off and attract their attention."
Everyone seemed to finally understand what kind of situation they were in. Only then did they nod silently.
They all bowed to the baron and then turned to leave.
But when the Baron turned around again, only he and his Knight were left on the city wall.
This was the last battle of Jincheng.
But it was Erouine's first battle.
That night, the second War of the Black Roses that Brando was familiar with finally began.
…
In the darkness, it seemed that everything had died.
Bunosson, the country of witches, had become a dead world. The plains and forests in the dream had lost their vitality. The grass and trees had withered and withered, and the trunks had become bare with no leaves. The branches drooped alone, telling the story of the vitality of the world that was draining away.
Mountains and rivers collapsed and fell apart. The earth was covered with crisscrossing wounds. Cities, fields, and manors were ruined and withered. There were no more stars in the sky, only a dark void.
Bunosson had been completely destroyed. The inheritance of the witches had been cut off.
There might be a last generation of witches in the world, but they would not have descendants.
But in this empty world, there was still a will patrolling the sky and watching this barren land. To be exact, it was a confrontation between a man and a wolf.
One was a great will. When it existed, Wohnde might not even have existed. It had experienced almost every war in every era. Almost all of its opponents had died, but it still existed.
It had slept for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
But today, it woke up.
When it woke up, Wohnde's territory had shrunk by almost one percent. Thousands of cities and settlements had been destroyed in the Calamity of Wolves.
But in the place where it looked, there was a person who could be its equal.
It was just a little girl. When she was born, everything about the last era had become a memory of the past in people's minds. She had not seen the war, nor had she seen the horror of the Dusk.
But she was here. Échis felt a familiar aura from her.
Her name was Sophie, a witch of the 13th moon.
A believer of the Black Moon.
"Échis," Sophie looked at Échis and said quietly, "I pulled you into this world because I wanted to talk to you."
"I didn't expect to see that woman's masterpiece as soon as I woke up," Alpha Échis said. There was not too much negative emotion in his voice. Instead, it was lazy and gentle. "But do you think I don't dare to kill you?"
"In terms of bloodline, I'm your descendant, Échis," Sophie replied.
"So what? Do you expect me to have such shallow feelings like family?"
Sophie shook her head. "The bloodline of the 13th is as pure as one. Your Teeth of Destruction can cut off everything, but it can't cut off the inheritance of the Magic Moon. You can't kill me."
"Hmph, if you knew I would wake up, you would have waited for me here?"
"That's because you're my mother. It's in my bloodline."
"How annoying." Échis bared his teeth. "If Martha was here, I wouldn't mind biting her throat. Unfortunately, she's not a real existence …"
"Mother, let's talk."
"What do you want to talk about?" Échis replied coldly. "If you just want to imprison me here, then you're too naive."
Sophie shook her head. "I only have one request. I'll let you leave this place, but you have to leave the Loop of Trade Winds."
Échis was silent for a moment.
"You want to protect her?" She shook her head. "It's futile. How long can she continue to struggle? The outcome of this war was already decided in the last era."
"How do you know if you don't try?"
"It's up to you. I don't want to set foot on this land anyway." Échis nodded. "Since my daughter's blood flows in your veins, I'll agree to your request."
Sophie nodded and raised her hand.
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