At that moment, the giant wolf's silver fur fluttered without any wind.
"Woo woo —"
"Woo woo woo —"
She closed her throat and let out a distant howl.
At that moment —
It echoed in the sky of Wohnde.
On the battlefield of Erouine, both sides of Winomar stopped at the same time. The undead raised their heads and looked at the sunset sky. The necromancers ran to the center from all directions of the battlefield. The Red Knight Ladios looked at his army wizard in confusion — the Lich from the south of the Sea of the Dead Moon who was in a daze.
"It's coming, it's coming …"
"What's coming?"
"That legend …"
"I don't understand, Your Excellency."
"Look, Hela's Seventeen Stars … It's back, they're all back …"
Ladios frowned and raised his head.
The battlefield was already in chaos. The wizards screamed and ran aimlessly to the communication crystal in the center of the battlefield. Their hysterical voices echoed throughout the battlefield.
On the other side of the battlefield, Freya raised her head and asked her guards in shock, "Is that … a wolf's cry?"
"It seems so, Madam …"
"Maybe it's the wolves in the direction of the Pine Mountains. Don't worry about them. What's wrong with the undead? Maybe this is our chance. Where's Lady Brunhilda? Is she here? I need the valkyries to organize and launch an attack! "
"Madam, just now, Lady Brunhilda and the others have left the battlefield."
"How? Why, did someone give them orders? "
"I don't know, Madam. They went east."
"East, isn't that where the army of the Queen of Banshees is?"
Freya's face showed an expression of disbelief.
'Crack!'
Sugar Jar looked at the broken honey jar on the ground in shock. Thick amber liquid seeped out from between the fragments of the jar. The bright liquid seemed to reflect the full moon.
She raised her head and looked at the dark pine ceiling above her.
Babasha trembled as she looked at this scene and muttered to herself behind her, "Don't worry.
"It's coming, it's coming … Do you hear that, my master?"
If it was any other day, Sugar Pot might have reprimanded her servant, but at this moment, this little girl's face revealed a rare look of anxiety.
"The Omen of Calamity!"
Her heart began to beat violently. She suddenly turned around and rushed out of the house.
Outside the room, the twin witches beside the Witch Queen were just about to push open the door when the three of them collided with each other.
"Ouch!"
The two little lolis immediately cried out in pain.
Ever since they left Rushta, they had always been at odds with Brando's witches. If it was in the past, they would have already fought with each other. But now, they didn't have time to express their dissatisfaction. One of the little lolis got up and shouted at the sugar jar.
"Do you have the Man Devouring Demonic Book? Hurry up and take it out!"
"Page 650!" Another loli added.
Sugar Pot had already crawled up and quickly took down a dusty black book from the bookshelf.
She swept the black cover with her hand, sweeping off a thick layer of dust. Then, she opened the book, and the rows of sharp teeth on the title page immediately retracted.
The room was quiet, and only the sound of pages flipping could be heard. For a moment, dust flew everywhere, causing everyone to cough.
But all of a sudden, the sugar jar stopped.
Between the pages of the thick book in her hand, the words written on it were emitting a bright golden light.
It was just a few short sentences.
…
Above the Fenhotos Strait, a deep purple color was swallowing the last touch of golden red in the sky. The stars were like sand at the bottom of the sea, shining dazzlingly.
The howling of wolves resounded through the sky.
It seemed to come from all directions and lingered in everyone's heart for a long time.
In the legends of the Ten Cities, the wolves were the omen before the end of the world. They would always sweep across the land before the first snowstorm, tearing apart all the hope before the harsh winter.
The howling of wolves was like a nightmare in the north wind. It was stationed in the depths of every veteran hunter's heart, making them tremble in the nightmare.
But this time, they intimidated the undead of Madara.
Eleven girls appeared on the battlefield. No one even saw where they came from. Their long silver hair fluttered in the wind. They stretched their necks and howled on the rocks, responding to the call of their mothers.
The wolves seemed to appear from the fog in all directions. They moved forward around the battlefield like waves. Then, it was the endless Calamity of Wolves.
The dark nobles of Madara watched this scene without moving.
The sea of undead that they were proud of.
The army of the Crystal Cluster that they once regarded as a great enemy.
But in front of this black tide, they were not worth mentioning. Those giant black wolves that were the size of hills slammed their claws on the ground. They retracted their claws and crossed with each other again. As they ran, they made thunderous sounds that fell on everyone's heart like raindrops.
Even if their hearts had stopped beating, they could still feel the deep fear at this moment.
A few eras ago.
They had destroyed this world several times.
The records of the Calamity of Wolves were recorded in the thick ancient books of Wohnde that were sealed under the dust of history. Between the lines, they were full of the aura of destruction and despair.
And today.
They came again.
But this time, it was not the declaration of the end of the world.
Dim Korfa stood on top of a high mound, her hands clenched tightly into fists, the beautiful white wolf beside her said softly, "Don't worry, I'm sorry.
"Sister, this is what Lord Milos told us, fate –"
"But I hate all of this. I hate this world. I hate that man."
"Where's Mother?"
"Hmph –"
The black wolves, like a tide, surged past the high mound.
They surrounded Brando as if they were guarding a high and mighty king. Their howls rose and fell one after another as they pounced in the direction of the undead.
"The dark monarch herds the wolves. Before the end of the world, disaster follows. In his eyes, there are no secrets in the world – "
Delfien read these words in a daze.
The ancient words seemed to come true at this moment.
Incirsta looked at this scene in disbelief.
"No!" He suddenly turned his head and said loudly to his colleagues in the language of the Nine Phoenix, "Tarkus, what are you hesitating for? The future that His Majesty promised us, has it come true? No, it hasn't. Tarkus, we must stop him. Madara must not fail! "
After that, he drew his sword and rushed toward Brando.
His actions were so sudden that Medissa and Hipamila couldn't react in time. Although Phoenix Huo understood the Undead Knight's words, she was standing too far away and couldn't make it in time.
Incirsta rushed to Brando's side in a stride. He raised his sword and stabbed at the latter.
But Brando's mind was tied to the five rising holy swords at this moment, he did not completely lose consciousness. He only stretched out a finger and blocked Incirsta's sword.
A look of despair appeared on the latter's face.
Brando looked down at him. "You have broken your promise and blasphemed the glory of the dark nobles."
"I don't care, Count. Kill me. For Madara, I will die without regrets." Incirsta's face showed a determined look and said loudly.
At this time, Medissa's spear arrived, and the tip of the spear was pointed at Incirsta's back. Tarkus wanted to stop her, but was stopped in place by Hipamila's spell.
"Don't, Incirsta!" Tarkus's face showed anxiety for the first time. "My lord, don't kill him!"
The Silver Elf Princess's spear stopped at Incirsta's back.
Because she saw Brando shaking his head at him.
Incirsta's face was pale. Of course, he knew that he had just walked around the door of death. The undead were not afraid of eternal death, but in the face of destruction, the first reaction of any intelligent being was instinctive resistance.
Unless it was crazy.
But Incirsta was obviously not crazy.
"Why don't you kill me?" He said in a hoarse voice. "Count, let me be buried with the black rose of Roman Tuo. You have a lot of talents under you. You don't need me."
"If I don't kill you, Madara will not be destroyed. You can still be loyal to your queen. Don't you see?" Brando turned to Tarkus and said, "Tarkus, take your friend down. He is a little irrational."
Tarkus shook his head and bowed to thank Brando. He sighed and went forward to pull his colleague.
"Tarkus, why, have you also betrayed the empire?"
"My friend, don't you understand? This is the will of Her Majesty."
"What …?"
Brando shook his head. The Black Lord could be said to be the number one genius of Madara in the future. His talent in battlefield command was unparalleled. He may be a little immature now, but in the future, he may surpass Metisha. He was not comparable to people like Erouine and the three heroes.
But after all, no one was perfect. This somewhat unruly Madara general lacked a keen political sense and vision. Except for Tarkus, his relationship with almost everyone in Madara was not so harmonious. Perhaps it was because of this that the supreme of Madara let him partner with Tarkus.
As it turned out, these two were also the most perfect partners.
And thinking of the queen of Madara, Brando couldn't help but raise his head and look in that direction.
In the center of the retreating undead army on the battlefield, Her Majesty and her guards still insisted on not retreating. Her guards were like reefs, standing in the middle of the battlefield.
Thousands of meters away, Brando seemed to be able to see the dark eyes of the other party, silently looking in this direction.
So what was the other party thinking?
Her Majesty the queen of Madara.
He looked back.
Bai's figure had long disappeared.
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