Wolf howls rang out one after another, like an endless tide.
Everyone who heard the howls would shiver uncontrollably.
Because there were simply too many wolf howls.
Even in their poor imaginations, they had never seen so many wolves.
Let alone hearing it with their own ears.
As for seeing it with their own eyes?
Believe me, no one would want to witness the wolf tide with their own eyes.
Not even their bones would be left.
Inside Lightning Fortress, the captive Prairie soldiers were crawling on the ground in a daze but when they heard the wolf howl, they struggled up one after another and looked towards the source of the howl: Riverdale.
"God!"
"It's the cry of God!"
"God didn't abandon us!"
Their cheers swept away the despair and numbness from before.
They knelt down one after another.
They were celebrating in their own way.
The guards outside the captive camp looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.
They were worried that the captives would riot.
However, things didn't develop in the worst direction. Other than celebrating, the captives didn't do anything else.
It made the Warren soldiers heave a sigh of relief.
But soon enough, they looked to the north with worried eyes.
The howls were still moving forward.
It was the Prairies!
The ranch and home of the Prairies people!
Although the Prairies soldiers had just been routed, what would happen after the howls?
No one knew.
Or rather, no one dared to speculate.
Rover, the sorcerer nurtured by the royal family of Warren, called the messenger over with a heavy look.
"Go inform his Majesty and His Highness about the news here."
"Yes, my lord."
The messenger nodded and moved his horse forward.
After sending off the messenger who left, Louver looked to the north again.
"Warren is plagued by misfortune."
The sorcerer exclaimed.
Then, he quickly returned to his tent and issued one order after another.
In just a few minutes, the entire camp was operating in an orderly manner.
After that, Louver took a deep breath and turned his attention to the secret letter that had appeared on his table silently a moment before the wolf howls sounded.
The letter was filled with enticement and enticement.
The name was unknown.
However, Rover had a hunch that the person who knew the contents of the secret letter must be someone who understood Warren and the royal family very well.
Who was this person?
Rock did not know.
But he knew what he had to do.
The cold-faced Magus threw the secret letter into the brazier.
Hu!
The fire in the brazier leaped up and quickly engulfed the secret letter.
There was a chance that the Prairie Men would make a comeback.
However, at this moment, such an anomaly was happening within Warren.
Warren's final fate was undoubtedly not optimistic.
Louver was very clear about this.
However, he also knew that the royal family of Warren had poured a lot of resources into nurturing him into a wizard.
When faced with the unstable Warren …
How could he leave and accept the invitation?
What he needed to do was to repay the royal family of Warren.
Glory is my life.
That was the Knight's declaration.
He was not the Knight.
He was a wizard.
Wizards valued knowledge more than anything else. They respected the value of knowledge and the people who gave them knowledge.
For this, he was willing to go through fire and water, even if his bones were crushed.
"Come, let me see who you are!"
A heavy incantation came from the wizard's mouth. The letter that was burnt to ashes in the brazier floated up again in the form of ashes.
The ashes were changing non-stop.
...
Enmord was riding on his war horse, his beloved longbow on his back and his scimitar on his waist. However, the bowstring was broken and the scimitar was chipped all over.
Even the war horse he raised himself was left with the one he was riding.
He had broken through Warren's blockade.
But …
Looking up, Enmord saw his scattered tribesmen, his young face was at a loss of what to do.
He was confused about the future but more than that, he was afraid.
Young Enmord knew with the current number of tribesmen, even if they returned to their own pasture, they would be swallowed up by other tribes.
Their families, cows, and horses would be taken as spoils of war.
As for the remaining warriors?
They would be hanged or beheaded.
Other than that, there was no other possibility.
What should I do?
What should I do?
Enmord asked himself.
Not only the young Enmord, even his tribesmen and the other defeated Prairies tribe leaders and warriors were thinking about the same question.
The confusion and fear of the unknown filled everyone's heart.
It transformed into a terrifying energy, ready to devour the Prairies tribesmen.
But at that moment …
Awhooo!
A loud, continuous wolf howl sounded.
Howl after howl, it struck the Prairies tribesmen's heart fiercely.
The defeated Prairies tribesmen trembled.
All of them came back to their senses from that special state.
They were a little absent-minded.
They didn't know what just happened.
Still, it didn't stop them from cheering.
"It's God!
Our God! "
One after another, the Prairies tribesmen jumped down from their horses and knelt down towards the direction of the wolf howl. Their foreheads were touching the ground.
Their mouths kept ringing with the prayers they had received from their fathers.
It only took a moment for their voices to turn from messy to neat.
When the voices sounded in unison, the confusion and fear seemed to disappear at this moment, and the remaining power also disappeared without a trace.
...
In the northern part of the Prairies, in the snowy forest, in the mountains.
Inside a hidden valley, a black figure gathered under a high platform.
On top of the high platform the size of a millstone, the blazing flame was shrinking at an exponential speed, from the size of a wagon wheel to the size of a torch.
The black figure was overjoyed when he saw the scene.
He was about to succeed!
What a scene to look forward to!
However, at the next moment, the shrinking flame grew bigger all of a sudden. It didn't just recover to its original size, it even grew bigger and enveloped the whole high platform.
Aaaargh!
An agonizing cry came out of the black figure's mouth uncontrollably.
He was burned by the flame on top of the high platform.
The pain that came from his soul made him shiver.
But …
He was furious!
He had reasons to be furious.
The plan that he thought was meticulous and flawless had failed.
The bastard that he killed had left a backup plan behind.
"Wolf Sect! White Wolf!
"I can kill you once!"
"I can also kill your disciple!"
I will turn the name Wolf Sect into history! "
The black figure howled loudly, his entire face contorted into a ball, looking hideous and terrifying.
However, what was even more frightening was that the shadow beneath his feet was actually twisting along with his face, just like a strange snake.
The weird snake then hissed at the sky.
The shadows around him seemed to be responding to the hissing, following the hissing, they started to move.
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