"Rumor has it that Auster has always had a White Wolf Paladin, known as the Wise One of the Wolves and the Wolf Tutor. He is here to punish evil and fight against all evil. He even helped the Kurfürst to completely cleanse the entire Dark Shadow Forest of all filth. I think the Wise One of the Wolves and the Wolf Tutor is you, right? You are the mysterious person who single-handedly defeated five Chaos Mammoths and taught Oleg von Zhukov, the Sanctuary Master, right? "
The first one to react was the Butcher King. Agrim's Iron Fist carried the Dago's Axe on his shoulder as he spoke to the space wolf genetic prototype, Riman Ruth.
"Yes, it's me." Riman Ruth raised his head proudly. His voice was hoarse and full of vicissitudes, but Ruth still retained his original wildness and vitality. "You guessed it! Shorty! Do you want a sip of Fenris Honey Wine? "
"Oh, I get it. You are the one who ate eight cows in one meal, raced in the Dark Shadow Forest on a manticore, had sex with twenty-five women in one night, stripped the corrupt tax official of Auster naked and locked him in the bull pen of a bull in heat, let him have the most unforgettable night of his life, and tricked a group of righteous pilgrims and ascetics to go for a winter swim in the cold weather. Finally, you stuffed a gecko into the inner lining of the armor of Leopold von Zhukov, the Great Teacher of the Bull Knights, and watched him jump around because of the itch and almost fell off the city wall?" The Butcher King held a small note and asked, "I get it. You are the one who is talented but not virtuous, right?"
"Yes, I did it. I admit it!" Ruth was even happier. He put his hands on his hips and laughed. "You are quite good at talking, aren't you?"
Aralos felt that there was something wrong with the guy in front of him. The wood elf originally wanted to scold him, but after considering that he had already incurred Lilith's anger once due to his mistake, he decided to keep quiet. The wood elf hero was even a little happy to see this scene, that was, the Butcher King Agrim's Iron Fist and the strong man in front of him.
It would be best if they fought.
As expected, the Butcher King, who was always very direct, said directly, "The people of Auster are in the biggest crisis in history. The disaster brought by Chaos is tormenting this ancient land. What are you doing at this time? Become a beast tamer? Or perhaps, he is immensely proud of his foolish actions? "
"I received his order to go to the Far East to find this ancient animal." Ruth didn't mind the Butcher King's sarcasm. He pointed at the two black and white bears that were gnawing on fresh animal meat. "My journey took more than a year. I'm the one who came back late."
"It's too late, but it's not too late. We still have things to do." The Butcher King gestured for Ruth to follow. "Very well, the two of us, together with this Forest Elf boy, let's see what we can do for Wolfenburg."
Luce was not happy. He made a noise in his throat. As a geno prototype, he never obeyed anyone's orders aside from the king. But now, the bigger picture was more important. Plus, Butcher King did not treat him as a subordinate. So, Luce nodded.
"By the way, elf boy, what's your name?" Only then did Agrim's Iron Fist remember that the Butcher King still didn't know the name of this wood elf! Usually, they called each other "pointy ears," "shorty," "elf boy," and other pet names.
Sure enough, Aralus's head was filled with black lines. "Aralus! Aralus — Hero, Queen Alaier of the Aislai Forest Council's Chosen Champion! Tarsyn Forest Lord! "
"Aralus? I don't know such a person. "Agrim's Iron Fist took out a small piece of paper and checked it carefully.
Phoenix King Finnuba, 460
Eternal Queen Alarelle, 553
War Lord Tyrion, 616
Tegris the Great Wizard, 564
Imrik, Prince of Kaldor, 326
Azarion, Prince of Iris, 435
The Butcher King looked through the group of names and couldn't find Aralus' name. Agrim complained, "Got it. You're the nobody, right?"
"F * ck …" Aralus felt all the blood in his body rushing to his head.
"Alright, now's not the time to quarrel. Come with me." Roose was interested in this scene at first, but he soon realized that this wasn't the time to talk about it. "Are you here to help the Empire?"
"Of course!" The Butcher King raised his axe and roared, "The dwarves will always remember the Sacred Alliance!"
"You can say that. This is Lilith's idea," Aralus said awkwardly, "before she changes her mind."
"Then come with me!"
Under the leadership of Rimanrus, the three hundred or so elites moved much faster. As Rimanrus was very familiar with the Shadowy Forest, he quickly led the group through the forest, following many hidden paths and shortcuts in the forest. The dwarves and wood elves followed closely behind.
After a few hours, when the sky was completely dark, the group hid in a stream canyon in the forest.
Amidst the snowy forest, an army of over 100,000 soldiers was advancing. They had a great momentum, and the army covered the horizon. There were over a hundred Barbarian War Gangs, dozens of Chaos War Gangs and Chaos War Groups, over a hundred Chaos Champions and Chosen Ones, over a dozen Chaos Demon Armies, hundreds of Chaos Beasts and Behemoths, as well as a large number of Demon War Machines and Siege Towers. The Chaos Army was advancing towards Wolfenburg.
"My God, Grannie above, how many enemies do we have? Fifty thousand? Eighty thousand? Or a hundred thousand? " The Butcher King looked at the size and direction of the Chaos army from afar and was very excited. "The glorious day is coming soon!"
"It's impossible for the defenders to hold Wolfenburg." Aralus' focus was not on that. He said to the group, "We only have three hundred people, and the enemy has at least a hundred thousand. We should advise the defenders to give up Wolfenburg."
"A real man wouldn't make such a suggestion, you ball-less coward!" Rimanrus sneered. "Pointy ears are so stupid. All he thinks about is retreating and running away. I knew that during the Great Expedition."
"Then what do you think we should do?" Aralus felt that he was going to get angry if he stayed with these two guys.
"We can't do anything." Rus narrowed his eyes, and his amber eyes were filled with caution. "I can deal with three hundred, five hundred, seven hundred, or even one or two thousand Chaos warriors like that, but even I can't deal with so many enemies. A wolf has to learn to pick its prey, or it won't be a qualified alpha wolf. What we need to do now is to hurry back to Wolfenburg and tell Valmier and Oleg about the situation here. Damn it, if only my wolf guards were here …"
"In three days at most, this Chaos army will arrive at Wolfenburg." The Butcher King agreed.
"Then we have to hurry."
"Let's not rest. We have to leave as soon as possible. The earlier we reach Wolfenburg, the more time we have to understand the situation of the castle's military strength and defense."
"Well, I hope there's enough food in Wolfenburg. I don't like to eat dried food soaked in water."
"You'll get enough food."
After making a decision, they didn't say anything else and rushed toward Wolfenburg.
A day later, in the outskirts of Wolfenburg, Leinster Canyon, only five kilometers away from Wolfenburg.
"What?" Aralus and Agrim were shocked by the words of the strong and wild human in front of them. "Knight King Laing Macado is your blood brother? Blood brother?! "
"Yes, blood brother. Why, is there a problem?" Rus squinted his eyes, and his attitude was indifferent. "I don't know why he gave me a brother, but since father said he is, then he is. Fortunately, watching his rise, he didn't embarrass us brothers, but he still has a long way to go before he can be independent."
"How many brothers do you have?" Aralus couldn't help but ask. "That old farmer called Angren? Or that purple phoenix called Fulgen? Or those demigods with different colors at Laing's wedding? You don't look alike at all. "
"Both." Rus smiled, revealing his sharp teeth. "There were originally 21 people who could fight as well as me. Now, including Laing, there are only 16 left."
"Oh, brothers, Angren, Fulgen …" Agrim's iron fist quickly took out a small piece of paper and searched for the numbers given by the Supreme King.
Fulgen, 666 *
Angren,?? 6 * (limited information)
"Don't look, little dwarf." Rus's wild voice sounded. "We've arrived at Wolfenburg."
"You're the little one, your whole family is little!" Agrim grumbled indignantly.
After saying that, Rimanrus slapped the black and white giant bear he was sitting on. The giant bear howled a few times and quickly rushed toward the gate of Wolfenburg.
The whole pack of wolves quickly followed behind.
The gate of Wolfenburg was immediately opened by Rimanrus. As the city gate opened, the citizens and refugees gathered to watch the arrival of this powerful teacher.
His return brought endless confidence to the people of Auster who were struggling in front of the tide of Chaos.
"He's here! It's him! It's him! It's that Lord Wild Wolf! He's back! "
"Oh, Charlemagne! He's back to save our people of Auster at the crucial moment! "
"He's still alive!"
"Lord Wild Wolf, Auster needs you, Wolfenburg needs you!"
The city was filled with the stench of rotten food and the strong body odor of people. When Auster and his men from Wolfenburg saw Riemann Rousse outside the gate, it was as if they had seen their savior. They crowded forward, first excited, then crying.
Rimanrus calmly accepted the praise and help of the people of Auster. He nodded to the surroundings, then spread his hands and gestured for everyone to move aside. "Where's that bastard Oleg? Get out here! "
The butchers of the wood elves and dwarves looked at the city that looked more like a barrel filled with pork than a castle. The butcher king shook his head. He noticed that most of the city guards were temporary recruits. "Most of them are too old or too young. What can these beardless fellows do?"
"Their eyes are filled with fear," Aralus said disdainfully. "These short-lived fellows are not even prepared for war."
The conversation between the elves and dwarves made the people of Auster angry. They were not willing to be rubbed salt in the wound, but seeing that they were reinforcements, the stubborn people of Auster just kept scolding them and did not do anything.
"Teacher! Teacher! " Oleg squeezed out of the crowd. When Baron Wolfenburg saw Rimanrus, his hands could not help but tremble. The conqueror of Noska was no longer as proud as before. Instead, he was like a defeated rooster, feeling ashamed. "It's all my fault. It's my great expedition that made things like this …"
"This is not the problem of the great expedition, Oleg." Rimanrus looked at his son coldly. He had a reproachful look on his face. "You did the right thing in the great expedition. You did a good job, but you let arrogance and complacency cloud your heart. You were immersed in the glory of the past. I think I must have taught you that as an excellent wolf, you must always be vigilant. Even when you are eating, you must always pay attention to the movements around you with one eye."
After that, Rimanrus walked directly in the direction of the Bull Castle.
"But no one thought that Kislöw would be defeated so quickly." Oleg chased after him. Baron Wolfenburg said unwillingly, "Their failure …"
"It's not their failure! It's your failure! " Rimanrus immediately turned around and grabbed Oleg's collar. The wild wolf let out a ferocious roar. "Don't make excuses! The wolves will never find excuses for their failure in hunting! "
"Yes … yes." Oleg was dazed by such a roar. He lowered his head and admitted his mistake.
"Where's your father?" Rimanrus knew that it was useless to reprimand his son now. He took a deep breath, shook off his son's collar, and asked Oleg.
"In the inner castle." Oleg pointed in the direction of the Bull Castle.
"Very good." Rimanrus motioned for everyone to follow him. Aralos and Agrim looked at each other and immediately motioned for everyone to follow.
The gate of the inner castle opened.
Wamir von Zhukov, the Kurfürst of the Auster Region, was a slightly stout Kurfürst with two long thin beards and a goatee. He frowned and asked Rimanrus, "An army?"
"The Army of Chaos has come out in full force and is coming this way, Wamir." Rimanrus said to the nobles of the Auster Region in the inner castle hall, "Get ready. They will arrive at the city in two days at most."
"How many?" Someone in the inner castle immediately asked. Everyone was excited.
"At least 100,000." Rimanrus' expression was very calm. "100,000 soldiers, the essence of the Army of Chaos. They have only one purpose, and that is to wipe Wolfenburg off the map, just like the von Zhukov Castle."
Wamir von Zhukov clenched the Rune Tooth hanging on his waist. The Kurfürst was silent for two seconds.
"Let them come!"
"Gather all the able-bodied men and distribute the weapons! Hurry up and train! "
"Wolfenburg will become Motekin's grave!"
"Or … it will be ours!"
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