At the beginning of the summer, the greatest battle between the humans and demons took place here.
Divine Domain experts from both sides entered the battlefield one after another. The demons suffered grievous casualties while the humans also paid an enormous price.
Not once had so many Divine Domain experts appeared on the battlefield at the same time.
There was a large array at the base of Mount Nuorilang. The demon army had used this array to launch their assault and then retreat.
Mao Qiuyu and Daoist Siyuan, the two most skilled in the divine arts, had personally confirmed that the array could no longer be used.
Since then, many human armies had passed through this valley to the north, and no problems had occurred.
No one could have imagined that when the demon army retreated, not all of them had left.
When Wang Po and the Demon Commander had clashed, the battlefield had been in chaos. Two thousand wolf cavalry had taken advantage of the chaos to hide in the mountains of the western foothills.
The mountains of the western foothills had been in contact with the watery clouds drifting over from the Western Sea for a longer period of time. After millions of years of erosion, many caves of various sizes had appeared.
These wolf cavalry had hidden themselves in the deepest parts of these caves, avoiding the sharp gazes of the Red Falcons and the spiritual senses of the human scouts.
Of course, this was also because Divine General He Ming had ordered the army to move forward quickly in order to break through the demons' second defense line. As a result, the battlefield had not been carefully cleaned up.
The human army continued to pass through the valley, heading north to continue the battle. These two thousand wolf cavalry remained hidden in the caves, eating dried meat when they were hungry and chewing on the snow on the mountain peaks when they were thirsty. They lived an abnormally arduous life.
If they had not made preparations beforehand, they would have starved to death long ago.
Even so, after hiding for so many days, the wolf cavalry had suffered many casualties, the number of wounded and sick increasing.
The wolf cavalry whose wounds were too severe to be treated were immediately executed while the sick had their weapons and armor taken from them and thrown into the caves to wait for their conditions to improve or die.
In the end, twelve hundred wolf cavalry survived.
They were thin and exhausted, but also determined and fearless. Their eyes glowed with a dark green light, making them seem like true wolves.
Hiding for so long was extremely difficult, but the most difficult of all was the temptation.
Human grain convoys would often pass through the plains at the foot of the mountain. The guards of these convoys were not very strong, and no one would think that there were demons hiding in the mountains. As long as the wolf cavalry charged down the mountain, they would be able to easily defeat them and obtain the grain. However, they knew that they had been hiding for so many days not to rob an ordinary supply team, but to deliver the heaviest blow to the human army at the most critical moment of the war.
The reasoning was very clear, but to be able to make these savage wolf cavalry resist this temptation, it had to be said that the leader was truly extraordinary.
His orders were also very unusual.
"Burn all their food, then let us die in the final charge."
There was no fear in the eyes of the demon cavalrymen, only excitement and fanaticism, but they did not make any sound, and the bloodthirsty giant wolves only panted a little faster.
This was also a military order, and it had been maintained for many days, so much so that some of the cavalrymen doubted whether they could still speak.
One thousand two hundred wolf cavalry descended the mountain.
The leader's line of sight moved downwards, finally landing on the distant prairie, on the grain transport team that stretched for more than ten miles.
The relevant information had already been confirmed. The number of human cavalry, the number of experts, and most importantly … the amount of food.
He knew that Xuelao City had already begun its counterattack to divert the attention of the humans and also to keep the enemy's main force of cavalry below the city.
All of this was to create the conditions for him to burn all the food in this convoy.
If he succeeded, the demon army outside Xuelao City would retreat to the city as quickly as possible.
The two hundred thousand tribal warriors outside the city would be mercilessly abandoned.
As far as he was concerned, it didn't matter to him how many of those low-level devils with low intelligence who were no different from demon beasts died.
In any case, those low-level demons were not loyal, nor were they brave enough in battle.
If not for the fact that he had not brought back enough medicine from the Longevity Sect, this battle would not have been so difficult.
At that time, unless the human army was willing to use the meat of those low-level demons as food, they would have to retreat before winter arrived.
Given his understanding of the Human race, this hypocritical and hypocritical race would never do such a thing.
Thus, Xuelao City would gain half a year.
Half a year was enough time for many things to happen.
Moreover, the morale of the Human race would suffer a severe setback.
He truly had a deep understanding of the Human race.
He was confident that when the time came, the internal problems of the Human race would slowly surface.
So.
This was the final battle.
He silently thought to himself as he gazed at the convoy.
If we win, we can continue to exist.
If we lose, we will cease to exist.
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This young leader was called Gao Huan, and he was already more than one thousand years old.
Seven hundred years ago, he had already been the Chief Elder of the Demon Council of Elders.
He was the youngest Chief Elder of the Demon race in all of recorded history.
But on the day he became Chief Elder, he was imprisoned in the abyss by the powerful Demon Lord.
He was imprisoned in the abyss for seven hundred years.
Only this year was he released by the new Demon Lord.
His face was pale and thin, but he was still alive, and just like seven hundred years ago, he seemed like a youth.
Plumes of dust appeared over the plains.
The wolf cavalry began to attack the convoy.
Because they were very far away, the sounds of fighting could not reach the summit. This place was still very quiet.
He gazed at the scene on the plains and began to sing a song.
This song was written in one of the most ancient languages of the Demon race. It was weathered and desolate, and its meaning was very simple.
"When the bright moon shone, the rainbow clouds returned."
The song gradually faded away, and when it finally stopped, it was clear that it had not truly reached its end.
As he gazed at the distant plains, a hint of solemnity appeared on his young face. His clean and pure eyes were suffused with a powerful killing intent.
Naive and cruel was a perfect description of him.
The attack of the wolf cavalry did not proceed as smoothly as imagined. They quickly encountered obstacles, even difficulties.
At the start, the human convoy had not expected Mount Nuorilang to have so many wolf cavalry, and the surprise attack threw them into disarray. But this chaos quickly settled. The convoy, which stretched for several dozen li, quickly divided into ten-some sections. The large carriages moved as quickly as they could, forming a circular formation of carriages. The several thousand cavalry were divided into three groups that worked with the formation of carriages to block the attacks of the wolf cavalry. Everything was carried out in an extremely orderly, calm, and steady manner.
Gao Huan was not surprised that the human army possessed this quality. Although it was completely different from the army he had seen in Luoyang, if the human army could not even do this, how could they have forced the Divine race army to retreat again and again, and even surrounded Xuelao City?
What truly put him on guard was the ease with which the human army had displayed this entire process. Even an ever-victorious army would find it very difficult to cultivate this sort of demeanor, especially when they were suddenly ambushed by more than one thousand wolf cavalry. This sort of ease made it seem like they had been prepared.
The demon wolf cavalry madly attacked the supply convoys, carrying with them an aura of no return. The defensive line formed by the several thousand human cavalrymen immediately seemed rather thin and on the verge of collapse. Finally, it was breached in the northwest and the battlefield entered the bloodiest phase of attack and defense.
Heavy black axes silently streaked through the sky, cleaving the carriages in two while simultaneously beheading a peasant. Ten-some Sacred Light crossbows shot out from the gaps in the formation of carriages, all of them striking the chest of a tall demon soldier. Divine flames burst forth from the crossbows, burning his caramelized body. There was not a single sound during this entire process.
Death occurred at every moment. Blood of different colors, carrying the same will, continuously splashed between the heavens and the earth. In a very short period of time, more than three hundred wolf cavalry had fallen to the plains, no longer able to stand. Even more human cavalry and officers of the convoy had stopped sucking in blood.
Such a gruesome battlefield did not cause any change in Gao Huan's expression.
He stood on the cliff of the Western Mountain, quietly waiting as he gazed at the scene on the plains, his young face devoid of emotion.
To him, whether it was the human soldiers or the demon wolf cavalry that had been hiding with him for so many days, they were all ants.
He looked like a youth, but he was actually extremely old.
And this wasn't even considering the fact that he had endured in that dangerous world at the bottom of the abyss for more than seven hundred years. His demon body was beginning to rot from the very inside and could not last for much longer.
To put it another way, he could not attack with his full strength too many times, so he had to make sure who was the most worthy target for him to attack.
He was currently observing, wanting to find the commander of the human army and those experts hiding in the carriages that were still unwilling to attack.
Time slowly passed, and the sun gradually set in the west. The shadows cast by the mountains over the plains gradually began to spread, on the verge of swallowing up those creatures engaged in fierce battle.
The defenses of the human supply convoys were broken one after another, many of the carriages set aflame. From a distance, they looked like sparks of fire, but they were quickly extinguished. The most dangerous was the first circular carriage array to the north. It was on the verge of being directly broken by the wolf cavalry, and the officers and peasants were fleeing with the help of the cavalry. It seemed like they were prepared to give up.
But the Demon Wolf Cavalry had also reached their limit. They had come with the resolve to die, and after such a long and frenzied assault, they had finally broken through one of the chariot formations. However, the enemy still had ten-some chariot formations, and more importantly, too many of their comrades and brothers had fallen on the plains. Less than half of the wolf cavalry remained.
On the battlefield, when both sides were on the verge of collapse, a change would often occur. This was what the situation and will required, and today was no exception.
Today, there were no clouds in the sky, the sky a faint red from the setting sun. Suddenly, a white line appeared.
This white line was perfectly straight, with one end in the western cliffs and the other in the plains.
A great wind howled, rustling the grass and the gravel in the grass, causing the atmosphere to grow cold.
Several thousand drops of rain suddenly began to fall from the sky, falling on the faces of the people in the carriage array. It was rather cool, but the taste was so faint that it was baffling.
At some point, a youth had appeared at the top of the tent.
His clothes were rather dirty, but they were made of an incomparably gorgeous material. He wore a soft armor woven from the thorns of the Monster Bull's tail, and other than that, he had no other adornments. There was only an incomparably bright gem embedded in the center of his helmet, but it was unable to conceal the luster exuding from his young face.
"An expert of the Divine Domain!"
Shocked and despairing cries rose up.
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(Mr. Huang Yi, rest in peace.) (To be continued …)
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