This was the fifth day since the start of the Calamity of Wolves, and the sky was still as dark as ever.
Inside the Green Tower, rain was pouring down from the sky. The pillars of light that represented the Fire Seed had already been extinguished, and the world was plunged into darkness. Only the occasional flash of purple lightning could tear through the darkness, and the dazzling light reflected off the raindrops in silver.
The wolves had already broken through the last barrier of the Green Tower. The snow-white Winter Wolves and the Plague Wolves with festering fur crossed the defensive line formed by the corpses of the Druids and Tree Elves, appearing before the eyes of the Green Tower's residents for the first time.
The pack of wolves swept across the undulating ground like a flood. Their sharp claws moved up and down, stepping on the ground that was either muddy or bloody, splashing water as they passed through the curtain of rain.
Soon, a row of pale faces appeared in the heavy rain. There were men and women's faces. Some of them were even very young, but they were only teenagers. Their faces were filled with a mixture of fear and uneasiness.
Raindrops slid down their faces from their foreheads, noses, eyelids, and cheeks. Their mouths were slightly open, but they didn't even dare to breathe loudly. They subconsciously tightened their grip on their weapons.
The Druid Elder stood behind this' army 'with an oak staff in hand. He had a solemn expression on his face. In his eyes, these youths were the last of the Green Tower's strength. They could be said to be the seeds of the Sky Ring's future.
However, in the face of a life and death situation, even the seeds had to throw themselves into a defensive battle. The Druids set up a final line of defense in the Autumn Equinox Hall at the lowest level of the Green Tower, attempting to prevent the Calamity of Wolves from entering the town.
The sound of the wolves' footsteps was even louder than raindrops in the rain. It was as if a terrifying army was marching forward, and the people couldn't help but feel that the Fire Seed of the Green Tower was on the verge of collapse.
Perhaps the next moment would be eternity.
Thousands of people were swallowed by the darkness. The people who died were like numbers, but these numbers once contained vivid faces. They used to be husbands, sons, friends, and lovers, but all of them had lost their colors.
The first batch of Winter Wolves emerged from the darkness. Their strength had been reduced to the lowest possible level, and they were suppressed to the level of an intermediate Iron-rank. However, their terrifying numbers were still enough to make the people's hearts palpitate.
This was the most despairing part of the Calamity of Wolves. No matter how brave you were, you would eventually run out of energy and fall under the endless attacks.
The wolves may have paid a price ten times or even a hundred times more than the druids and tree elves. Their corpses dissolved in the rain and turned into black sewage that seeped into the ground. But even more of their kind passed over these corpses and swarmed forward. There seemed to be no end to the darkness.
Then the wolf and the man collided.
They crashed into a wall of thorns formed by intertwining vines. The wolves behind did not care about their companions in front of them. The first winter wolf crashed into the wall of thorns. The sharp thorns pierced through its fur, and black blood stained its snow-white skin. It was crushed by the wolves behind it, and its eyeballs even popped out of their sockets. The second and third winter wolves suffered the same fate. The dying wolves let out terrifying howls, but even more wolves stepped on the corpses of their companions and jumped onto the wall of thorns. The fallen winter wolves were instantly crushed into meat paste by their sharp claws.
The silver tide quickly overflowed the short wall and crashed into the formation of the tree elves. The tree elves' formation caved in under the immense force, and many of them were dragged down by the wolves. Screams of agony filled the air.
"A rare Great Demonic Wave."
William stood in the square outside the Green Tower in his silver robe. The rainwater that formed a line between heaven and earth seemed to have hit an invisible wall a foot away from his body and splashed outwards, turning into a layer of mist.
In the eyes of the onlookers, the invisible wall formed a perfect sphere around the legendary wizard of the Silver Alliance. Even the ground within the sphere was extremely dry, and the surrounding water could not seep in. The only thing that could be done was to form small streams on both sides of the sphere.
However, the old man did not seem to care about this. He held a silver staff in his hand, and six stone runes revolved around the tip of the staff. If Brando was here, he would have recognized the staff as the Mithril Glory. It was the inheritance of the city lord of Kanage, and one of the symbols of William's status.
He held the staff in his hand and casually shot out a few lightning bolts to kill a few winter wolves that tried to pass through the tree elves' defensive line.
"Hmph, Haru said during the meeting that this Great Demonic Wave is just a routine. But what did the Silver Candle Council warn him? When the astrologers were observing the constellations of the Twilight Dragon, they discovered that a few of them were on the verge of collapse. He didn't care about it at all. "
The old man beside William raised his snow-white eyebrows and snorted. This old man was also surrounded by a spherical transparent wall, but it was not as exaggerated as the legendary wizard.
"So that's why you're here?" William turned his head.
"More or less. If something happens to the Loop of Trade Winds, the humans will lose all their territories south of Ampere Seale," the old man replied, "Besides, Erouine is half my homeland."
"I was just here to observe the situation, but I didn't expect it to be this serious. Judging from the situation of the Green Tower, it seems to be even fiercer than the War of the Holy Saints recorded in the literature. " He raised his head and looked at the dark sky, "If not for my rationality, I would have suspected that Lady Martha's Creation Codex, 'Tiamat', had a hole opened in it."
"I don't like such lame jokes," William replied nonchalantly. A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, making his thin face look even whiter. "So, what are you going to do, Tulman, my brother? Kill all these monsters and protect them? "
He pointed at the Druids.
"Laugh all you want, I don't have the ability to do that," Tulman glanced at him and took out a crystal ball from his sleeve, "If they can defend it, then everyone will be happy. If they can't, then I'll move the Withering Tree Council to a safe place. "
"According to their words, as long as there is a seed, the tree will sprout."
"A teleportation orb," William raised his silver eyebrows, "You actually brought this thing here."
"This is called being prepared for everything, old friend."
"You're mocking me again," William said with a smile. He flicked his twig-like fingers, "I've told you before, I'm not here for these messy things. I'm here for an old friend."
"Is it the Lionheart Sword?" Tulman smiled mysteriously, "You know it's not here."
"No," William replied, "I've also said that the important thing is not the sword, but the person. King Erik did not become King Erik because of the Lionheart Sword, but the Lionheart Sword shines because of my old friend. "
"Yes, he's a person, but that kid lied to me before that he wanted to walk the path of a scholar. But King Erik is actually a scholar. I'll settle the score with him after I confirm the information about the slate. "Tulman replied.
William could not help but laugh.
"Even you have times when you're fooled?"
"That kid is not an ordinary person. You have to be careful, don't make me laugh in the future." Tulman replied.
William did not mind. He raised his head and looked at the crumbling defensive line of the Tree Elves. He stood calmly in the rain and changed the topic, "How long do you think they can last?"
"An hour."
"And then?"
"The Tree Elves and Druids should have an elite troop. The Centaurs in the town can also form a garrison, but no matter what, it will last for at most a day."
"A day." William looked at the pitch-black sky. In the distant southern horizon, there were only a few pillars of light that were still standing. The legendary wizard's thin lips moved, and his old eyes seemed to be in a trance, as if he was thinking about something.
Tulman's estimation was not wrong. The Druids had exhausted all their strength, but even if they let the Winter Wolves in, they would only be able to survive for a few hours.
But at this moment, William raised his eyebrows.
He turned his head.
When he saw Tulman, he was also surprised.
At the same time.
The Elders of the Withering Tree Council were guarding the Green Tower's hall. The situation was dangerous, and everyone was aware of it. But before Brando could send back news, they could only wait.
The sound of the rain drowned out all other sounds. The Great Elder who stood at the top of the crowd turned his head several times to look at the flickering flame under the suppression of the Chaos Magic. Even though he looked calm on the surface, his heart was filled with unease and anxiety.
In terms of time, Brando, Wade, and Quinn should have sent back news by now. He could not help but look at the silent Sifrid who was holding his left hand. She had been like this ever since Brando left.
"Great Elder, we don't have much time."
The Great Elder turned his head and looked at the tall Druid Elder. He thought for a moment, then shook his head and didn't reply. Everyone subconsciously looked towards the southern horizon.
The sky was pitch-black.
But at this moment.
The stooped Great Elder's expression suddenly changed. In fact, it was not only him. All the Great Druids present felt their hearts throbbing at the same time.
A powerful Magic Resonance —
They raised their heads.
A golden pillar of light suddenly appeared in the southern night sky and instantly connected the heavens and the earth. Everyone raised their heads and saw the pillar of light splitting the layers of clouds and reaching the end of the sky.
"What is that?" The Druids were dumbfounded.
But what made them even more dumbfounded was that in the next second, another golden pillar of light rose up from the center of the Loop of Trade Winds. This golden pillar of light shone together with the previous one, and it was extremely familiar to William who was standing outside the Autumn Equinox Hall.
It was another Magic Resonance!
"It's that kid!" Tulman frowned and immediately said.
William glanced at him. Then, without saying a word, he took a step forward and disappeared into the rain.
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