"I know what you want to do."
Before Rimanrus could finish, the Wood Elven hero interrupted him. "But I want to tell you that the effect of the Trickster Mist is not what you think it is."
"What I think it is?" Rimanrus was shocked.
The Space Wild Wolf's throat started to growl again. He was very annoyed. Very annoyed. Rimanrus felt helpless. The Space Wild Wolf's geno prototype was just short of cursing and smashing things. The last time he felt this helpless was when Horus rebelled and when he read Kiliman's scripture. It caused the two geno prototypes to have a big fight.
"Do you think that Trickery Mist can let you sneak into the camp of the chaos army and give you a one-on-one chance against the eternal chosen one of chaos, Black Iron Motekin?" Aralos shook his head and said, "No, no, Mister Wolf, Trickery Mist is not as magical as you think it is."
"Not as magical as you think it is?" Butcher King Agrim Iron Fist asked, "What can this thing do?"
"Trickery Mist is a godly item given to me by Ladria. This thing can allow me and my army to escape the battlefield quickly in an emergency." Aralos took out a large purple bottle from behind his back. It was filled with the divine power of the Goddess of Mist, the Goddess of Mist. "To put it simply, the Goddess of Mist gave it to me so that I can retreat or change the situation of the battlefield at a critical moment. It's not for me to take the initiative to attack and seek the opportunity to fight for the championship among tens of thousands of enemies. The Crafty Mist can't be used during the day, and if there are too many enemies, or if there are powerful experts who disrupt the magic wind, the Crafty Mist will lose its effect."
"Also, Trickery Mist lasts for about 30 to 40 minutes. The specific time depends on the magic wind and the speed of your advance. That is not enough time for you to kill Motekin. " Aralos sat on the steps in front of Bull Castle and said to Rimanrus, "You don't think you can find Motekin among the 100,000 chaos army in 30 minutes, and then escape from hundreds of chaos champions and chosen ones, and hundreds of chosen ones, right?"
The Wolf King's heart turned cold.
Although Rimanrus looked ferocious, tall, and powerful, and had a wolf-like temperament, in terms of combat strength, not only was he inferior to Horus, Ferus, St. Giles, Angeron, and the others in the first echelon, he was even inferior to Petrabo, Fogen, Zhuang Sen, and the others in the second echelon. He was on the same level as Kiriman, Vulcan, and the others in the third echelon. In terms of close combat, Rimanrus was not at the top.
The strongest thing about the space wolf geno prototype was that he and his heirs were united. His personality was wild, cunning, and straightforward. It made him one of the most charming leaders. There was also the spear that King had given him. It was the God of Wine's Spear on his back.
However, Ruse knew that he was not Anglo. He was not that good at group battles. He could not do it.
"So, there's nothing we can do?" A deep sense of helplessness enveloped the space wolf's geno prototype as it sat down. Rimanrus sat on the stairs in front of Bull Castle. He gently sighed.
The sky of Auster was as dark and simple as it was when he first arrived. The endless years of fighting in the subspace had made Ruse understand a lot. He even knew a lot of forbidden knowledge and things that he should not have known.
But as long as it was for the sake of his father, as long as it was for the sake of the Emperor, Rus had never regretted his reckless actions. He knew very well what kind of turmoil Fenris would face after losing him. He also knew very well how sad and disappointed his descendants would be without his guidance. They might even do many reckless things.
The space wolf geno prototype could not help but laugh. Just like Oleg, the idiot, you went to burn someone else's home. Why couldn't they come and burn yours? Just like when he burned Magnus's home, Prospelo, the idiot who only knew how to play witchcraft. Magnus would definitely go to Fenris for revenge if he had the chance.
But who had not been young once? Rimanrus reminisced about his glorious past. He looked at the snowy scenery of the central mountain range, and the air was icy cold. To the west of Wolfenburg was the famous Drakwald Forest, which was covered in white snow. Too many famous wars had taken place on the central mountain range. The mountain peak was like the teeth of a wolf, devouring an unknown amount of flesh and blood, regardless of whether it was the flesh of the enemy or of the humans themselves.
Just like that, Aralos, Agrim, and Rimanrus sat in front of Bull Castle and looked at the scenery in the distance. All the noise seemed to have nothing to do with them.
Outside the city, the tall and magnificent forest covered up too many tragedies. The ruins of the villages, towns, castles, and manors had long been covered by the forest. The traces of the war were gradually erased by time. Charlemagne's Empire used to be so glorious, but in the end, it fell apart during the era of the Three Kings. The people of the Empire who fought for themselves were defeated again and again, especially the once prosperous and glorious towns, strongholds, and villages near the central mountains. They gradually declined and collapsed during the long tug-of-war, turning into unrecognizable ruins in the forest. Civilization lost to barbarism again and again.
But the Austers were so stubborn. They still held on to their land and defended it. They were like a group of stubborn bulls. They guarded the northern border for the Empire for three thousand years. Ruse had lived and lived here for a while. The wolf king knew that as long as the Austers were alive, their glorious deeds and stories would continue to be passed down. Bards would sing about their sacrifice and greatness. Bonfires would burn under the eaves. The air would be filled with the smell of barbecue and beer, and people would sing ugly songs.
The heroic spirits who had sacrificed themselves and died in battle would come back to life in the stories and ballads.
The wolf king vaguely recalled a conversation he had with a wolf guard.
"The story of the wolf needs to be remembered forever. Generations of people will listen here and learn from it."
"Yes, I will keep these stories for you, my lord," the young wolf guard said respectfully. "They are all in my mind. Don't worry."
"Very good. These are our souls. I can't take care of the Children of Fenris forever. One day, when I leave, these stories will still be passed down, and new stories will be added."
"How is that possible? Why would you leave us? "
"It's possible."
"How? Could it be just like this time, when we were ordered to punish the Children of Thousand Sores? "
"It's not the first time this has happened, child." Ruse could not help but laugh out loud. His laughter was full of sadness. "A tool should have the awareness of a tool."
Thinking back, my life is really a failure.
I didn't manage my children well and let them suffer the pain of mutation again and again.
I couldn't stop my brothers from going astray.
I didn't protect my father and Ferus well.
Kirman could write the Holy Bible to deal with internal affairs, Vulcan could do research, Dorne could do construction, and Clarkson could go into stealth! Even my youngest brother, Laing Macado, could help revive my father.
So what did I do?
He had achieved nothing and was a complete failure.
"What are you laughing about? You can still laugh at this time?" The words of the Butcher King, Agrim Ironfist, interrupted Ruse's memories. The dwarf king also laughed. "Hey, Lord Wild Wolf, Ruse? Can I call you that? Speaking of which, you are a man. You know that hope is slim, you know that you have to face the difficulties, you know that you have to face the difficulties and obstacles, and you still want to try to solve the eternal Chosen One? Your courage is commendable, almost comparable to that of the dwarves! "
"Tsk, just you wait. I will let everyone know of Eisley's tenacity and strength." Aralos checked his equipment. He counted that there were still 98 arrows in his quiver. "Speaking of which, Short Legs, what are the numbers and names on your small note?"
"Oh, this is what Solgreen gave me." The Butcher King thought that there was nothing to hide at this point. "This is a list of the most famous lords and generals in the world. The last three numbers are their ability ratings, from low to high, from 0 to 6. 0 means that this person is an idiot and a retard. He can do nothing except make things worse. 6 means that he is the best in the world and is trustworthy. He can be compared to Granny, Grimnir, and Valaya."
"The first number is the internal affairs ability, the second is the diplomatic ability, and the third is the evaluation of personal strength and military ability." The Butcher King explained, "This is the evaluation of the ability of many famous people in the old world, such as Knight King, Laing, Purple Phoenix Fulgen, and other dwarven friends with a 666 evaluation. Of course, there are also idiots like Elector Helmut who have a 112 evaluation and Xi Simei Fatheart who have a 120 evaluation."
"So that's how it is. Then why is there a * after Ryan and Fulgen's third '6'?" Rimanrus was also interested.
"As I said before, the third 6 represents the comprehensive evaluation of military ability and personal strength. To put it simply, well … if military ability and personal strength can both be given a 5, the total is a 6." The Butcher King nodded a little gloomily. "But if military ability and personal strength are both evaluated as 6, then it should be a 7. But we dwarves only give ourselves a 7, and humans and pointy ears can only get a 6 at most, so Solgreen put an asterisk here to remind me that I can't treat it as a normal 6."
Aralos' face was full of black lines. He thought to himself, This damn dwarf would rather put an asterisk than give a 7, right?
And there's actually no Aisley's list? I suspect you're discriminating against us Aisley!
He vaguely saw the King of Eight Peaks Mountain (the real) Belegar.
"Very well, we'll die if we advance or retreat. Why don't we take a gamble?" Aralos was severely reprimanded by Lilith because of his bad relationship with the dwarves last time, so his temper was greatly restrained. The wood elf hero still maintained an extremely arrogant attitude, but he was no longer sharp. "It's almost nightfall. Chaos should arrive at the city at dusk the day after tomorrow."
"Wait! What did you say? "Aralos suddenly grasped something. The Wolf King immediately said to Aralos," Say it again? The last sentence! "
"I said, it's almost nightfall!" Aralos repeated.
"The last sentence!"
"The army of Chaos will arrive at Wolfin City at dusk the day after tomorrow!" Aralos impatiently repeated.
"Dusk the day after tomorrow … Dusk the day after tomorrow." Rimanrus stood up and paced back and forth a few times. The Wolf King's amber eyes gradually glowed with hope. "Perhaps, it's still not too late!"
"Yes, perhaps, it's still not too late!" After that, Rimanrus stood up directly and rushed into the Bull Castle. "If Oleg is smart enough …"
"???" The Butcher King and Aralos looked at each other and hurriedly followed. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to Herzig to get Laing's reinforcements! Only Laing's army can save Wolfin Castle! "Rimanrus said firmly." This is the only hope! "
"Are you crazy?" Aralos impatiently stood in front of Rimanrus and asked, "How far is Herzig from here? 150 kilometers! The army of Chaos will arrive at dusk the day after tomorrow! How much time do you have? "
"Me? I don't need to spend too much time. "Rimanrus motioned for Aralos to move aside.
"Yes, you may be able to break out of the encirclement with your own ability, but how fast can Laing's army move?" Aralos impatiently thought that the Wolf King was crazy. "The human army can only march about 20 kilometers a day. Assuming that Laing's army can rush here, they can only reach 80 to 100 kilometers at most. This is already the limit of the human army! It's still too late! "
"This is the only way. Pointy Ears, give me your Fog of Trickery!" Rimanrus stretched out his hand to Aralos again. The Wolf King bared his teeth, his fangs reflecting the light of the setting sun.
"But …" Aralos was still hesitating.
"Give it to me!" The Wolf King roared. "If you still want this city to be saved, if you still want the 380,000 soldiers and civilians here to have a chance to survive! If you don't want Chaos to cross the Tarabek River and attack the gate of your hometown! I am the only one who can persuade Laing to send troops immediately and rush here at full speed because I am his brother. He trusts me, just like I trust my father! "
“？？？” The Butcher King and Aralos were confused. Why did this mean that Aralos was Laing's father?
Aralos' expression was uncertain. The wood elf hero knew that if he gave the Fog of Trickery to Rimanrus, it would be difficult for him and his private guards to retreat from Wolfenburg!
But … but I can't let Lilith be disappointed in me anymore! The wood elf hero thought bitterly.
In the end, the Fog of Trickery was handed to Rimanrus. He held the space wolf gene prototype in his hand and asked, "How do I use this thing?"
"Open it and pour it on yourself. When the fog hides you, it will take effect!"
"Very good!"
"Hold this city, hold on! I will lead Laing and his army to reinforce Wolfenburg! "
The gate of Wolfenburg opened wide. Under everyone's shocked gaze, Rimanrus dashed out of the city and disappeared into the wilderness and forest south of Wolfenburg.
"Now, only we are left, Pointy Ears." The Butcher King watched Aralos' figure disappear at the end of his sight.
"Yes, Short Legs." Aralos smiled. "I have a suggestion."
"Go ahead."
"Let's compete and see who can kill more. How about it? In the name of Kunos. "
"Oh ho, oh Grimnir! What a great idea! Let's have a competition!"
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