Throne of the North

As the sky gradually dawned, the vast human army rushed towards the ferocious werewolf.

The regular army is at the front, and their combat discipline allows the army to resist the werewolf killings for the first time.

Even in this situation, when the human army faces werewolves, it is still difficult to have an effective offensive efficiency.

"When will these slaves be available?"

Beside Ryan, Viscount Hogg and Count Sauron looked at him, and around him, tens of thousands of slave soldiers held gem-like crystals in their hands, and they were taking them.

In Ryan's hand, there is a scroll that breaks all the crystals. As long as he activates the magic scroll, the crystals are broken, and the demonic potion in it is released, there will be no room for turning around.

"Wait a little longer and let the army consume part of the werewolf's power."

The devil's potion is the last resort for the nobles and must be used to ensure complete victory.

Ryan looked at the battlefield in the distance. The dragon-blood warrior immediately resisted the werewolf's bloodthirsty attack. The thick metal armor could withstand the werewolf's claws. Even if the big sword slashed down, the werewolf had to dodge to avoid being split into two. .

It's just that there is only one such battlefield. On the left and right sides of the Dragon Blood Warrior Legion, the regular armies of the nobles are gradually being defeated. The armor on their bodies cannot block the power of the werewolves. In the process of holding together, the damage to the werewolves is limited.

"My army can't last much longer."

Earl Sauron put pressure. He did not want the Dragon Blood Warrior Legion to lose too much, and Ryan also gave the answer during constant inspections.

"Wait until that army collapses."

Ryan pointed to one side of the battlefield, where 1,500 soldiers from the nobles of Yinchuan County were attacking in that direction. But now it seemed that the soldiers were mixed. When they had the first brutal contact with the werewolves, the soldiers were Continuously retreating.

Of the fifteen hundred soldiers, three to four hundred died in the five minutes of fighting, but they killed less than a hundred werewolves.

They would collapse soon, and following Ryan's guidance, the surrounding slave legions began to move closer.

After the demonic potion is used, it is difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, and only one side of that position faces the enemy.

"The troops in front can't bear it anymore."

Viscount Hogg left and came back soon. He said with some distress that the army suffered too many casualties. This battlefield was located in the Earl of Winter, and the human army could not even attack the Winter Canyon.

The werewolves who came back were constantly putting pressure on the human army. They relieved the pressure on Earl Winter, but this pressure made the nobles' army overwhelmed.

Finally, Ryan saw that the Yinchuan County army was completely defeated. Hundreds of people retreated in infinite embarrassment, not caring about the situation behind them, and fled towards the rear in fear.

"There is no need for deserters in this war."

Ryan quickly came to the front of the slave army and said loudly:

"No matter what your reasons are, now - sacrifice your life for this war!"

"Pick up your weapons, attack, charge!"

"Kill!!!"

Thousands of slave soldiers roared wildly. This was also the effect of magic. The magicians added some ingredients to today's food to awaken the blood of the slaves and let them run fiercely in the blood.

"Kill these damn werewolves!"

Ahead, the fleeing soldiers watched in horror as a large number of slave troops rushed towards them. They were delighted that this was reinforcements.

Behind them, the chasing werewolf roared cruelly, and the howl resounded throughout the sky.

"Weak humans should provide blood for the great werewolf!"

"Drink all their blood!"

The werewolf roared, and the thick hair flowing on its ferocious face was as intimidating as an invincible flag on the battlefield.

The ancient bloodline is calling, and the gods served by werewolves unknowingly awaken their souls. [Thirst for blood] becomes instinct. The werewolves rush toward the humans in front with blood-red eyes, trying to catch up with the fleeing humans and kill those who are fleeing. Humans rushing towards them.

In the distance, Ryan took out the scroll that Rosalind gave him and opened it. There was darkness on it, and in the darkness, there was an eye.

"Those who gaze into the abyss will also be marked by the abyss. The cost of using the scroll is very high."

Rosalind's voice echoed in Ryan's ears, and more than a dozen kinds of magical radiance began to spread on his body. This was the magic that the magicians dropped on Ryan to help him gaze into this eye.

This is a necessary means. As a mortal, facing great power, magic is the best and only help.

But soon, the magical light on Ryan's body began to dissipate, and the eye on the scroll came to life.

The bright red eyes were dripping with blood, making Ryan's palms feel wet. Without hesitation, he tore the scroll apart with powerful force. At this moment, it seemed that some kind of terrifying existence had been released.

In the sky, the bright sunshine clouds became dim, and then an eye appeared in the void. It looked around, and finally its eyes fell on the ground below, where there were dense black spots like ants running. It was among these In the black spot of running, I felt my own power.

So the next moment, the pupils of the eyes shrank like wheat awns, becoming a bloody sun in the sky. It was angry that someone had stolen its authority, and it roared - if the eyes could also make a sound.

It did indeed do it, its bloody eyes called for its own power on the ground, and the next moment——

Click!

A slight breaking sound echoed around Ryan, and he seemed to fall into the abyss. Then he saw the crystal-like imprisonment in the bodies of the charging slave soldiers ahead being broken by the black liquid in them.

It was also alive. He thought that the power of the scroll was to break the crystal and release the demon potion, but now he understood that he was wrong. The power of the demon potion was not released, but awakened. Each demon potion was made of terrible Made of the blood of existence, they eternally belong to the great being behind them, whether they are turned into a magic potion or a stone.

The dark liquid flowed along the internal organs and blood into the bodies of those humans, dyeing the bones pitch black. The purpose of this was not to change the color, but to make the bones more plastic.

The originally fanatical slave army became painful, and countless people were screaming in pain, but their voices gradually turned into roars like wild beasts.

Ahead, the fleeing soldiers looked at the approaching 'reinforcements' with some fear. They were suddenly afraid. It seemed that the humans in front of them were more terrifying than the werewolves chasing behind them.

"Hahahaha, you weak humans, please be my food!"

The werewolf yelled, and the next moment, the sluggish human in front of him suddenly cracked in front of him with a bang.

Among the torn human fragments, the werewolf saw the scarlet eyes, and the dark monster roared at him with pure desire for destruction.

Immediately afterwards, the monster that could still be seen to be human rushed towards the werewolf. It was hard and cold. Just touching the scales on the monster's body, the werewolf felt the sharp edge and felt that it was more capable of cutting than his own claws. Open flesh and blood.

"What the hell!"

The werewolf roared, which was a common method of threatening enemies who did not understand reality. However, such a roar was useful to rational beings, but it was meaningless to the dependents of the abyss.

The sound of the werewolf's roar made the demon family find its target. Their scarlet eyes looked at the werewolf. The next moment, the beast-like bone claws clawed at the werewolf.

Tens of thousands of slave soldiers, all turned into terrifying monsters under the influence of the demonic potion. The power of the abyss corroded the ground beneath their feet. The wind direction on the battlefield suddenly changed. As the werewolves were slaughtered, more and more demonic relatives rushed towards the battlefield. He moved forward and rushed into the Winter Canyon, killing all the werewolves around him without reason.

It was difficult for them to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, but Ryan chose a good direction. This demon army was surrounded by werewolves.

"Damn monster of the abyss!"

A powerful werewolf howled and called for the werewolf to attack. Werewolves and demon descendants, equally savage and wild warriors, collided and fought together. Every battle was an endless and brutal fight.

"Can you win?"

The emergence of the abyss monsters changed the decline of the war and gave them a slight advantage in this war. However, looking at the countless wolves on the earth swarming towards the demon army, it was a spectacular scene like thousands of rivers flowing back. Earl Sauron couldn't help but doubt.

The power of the demonic potion is indeed powerful, turning weak human slaves into powerful war monsters, but they have already faced such war monsters.

It's those werewolves opposite.

"Not sure."

Ryan also looked at the battlefield. It can be said that it is the place that attracts all the attention now. There are even the eyes of Earl Winter in the sky, and the Airwolf Cavalry is also paying attention.

The battle between demons and werewolves will determine the future of the North Wind Province and the fate of all the nobles in this land.

"Haha, the empire betrayed the dawn and embraced the light, but it was the devil of the abyss who placed humanity's hope in this war."

Earl Sauron mocked himself and said that the fighting there was too primitive and barbaric. So far, neither he nor Viscount Hogg and Baron Lane could see the direction of the war.

Waiting, all that was left in my anxious heart was waiting, waiting for the death of the werewolves and the devil's relatives on that battlefield.

Ryan frowned. In his field of vision, he could gradually see the war in the distance. The demon dependents occupied the upper right corner of the field grid, but in the three directions of the demon army, in the mountains and forests, and in the canyons. In other battlefields on that battlefield, thousands of werewolves no longer teased the human soldiers in front of them. Amidst the calls from the clan leaders, they turned into wolf beasts and ran wildly on the ground.

The goal of the wolf beast is naturally the demon army, the human slaves who have become demon dependents.

From three directions, densely packed werewolves were approaching the tragic battlefield in a fan-shaped hunting pattern.

There was a wolf howl in his ears, and Ryan looked at Egil, who frowned and then gave him the answer.

"They are the leaders of the clans among the werewolves. Their voices can call to their own families and the werewolves of their own clan to give orders."

"Even though there are many werewolves roaring on such a chaotic and noisy battlefield, the werewolves of each clan can clearly capture the orders of their clan leader."

Ryan understood that this was like the semaphore of the human army after strict discipline. The only difference was that the werewolves did not need to wave the semaphore with different meanings, but listened to the voice of the leader of their clan from thousands of voices.

Direct and to the point.

The howls of wolves that humans could not distinguish caused thousands of werewolves to swim like a torrent on the battlefield, frantically rushing toward their prey, the army of demonic descendants created by humans.

Ryan was extremely shocked. His army, no army he had ever seen, had such dominance and cohesion on the battlefield.

These were tens of thousands of werewolves, and they were so harmonious.

In fact, what Ryan still doesn't know is that in the North before the war broke out, the war between the Silver Moon Royal Court and the awakened evil god was far more spectacular than it is now.

"If this continues, the devil will also lose to the werewolf."

Ryan said solemnly, shocking the people next to him.

"No way. Those monsters in the abyss don't seem to know what death is. They are not afraid of death."

Viscount Hogg said that he was a little frightened about such a war. If his army was caught in it, he would probably be annihilated in less than half an hour.

"Being brave doesn't mean you won't die. If you die, you will have nothing."

Ryan looked at the war in the distance.

"There is no pressure for the werewolves to march like this. They can completely rely on their traditional advantages to eat away at the demon army bit by bit."

"They need to be disrupted."

Compared with werewolves, the demon army at this moment is like new recruits. They only know how to find enemies around them and kill them, or be killed, but what the werewolves show is the ultimate war discipline.

Ryan looked at Viscount Hogg, causing the latter to shrink his neck.

"What do you want to do?"

"Give me your army."

Viscount Hogg brought only one army, and that was the cavalry.

This army and Ryan's Bucks Army guarded this place, where several nobles were, to avoid being surrounded or attacked by werewolves.

Viscount Hogg opened his mouth, but could not find a reason to refuse.

Ryan looked at Count Sauron again.

"Lord Earl, the Dragon Blood Warrior Legion will continue to move forward. It would be best if they could rush into the canyon."

"Count Winter has a magic crystal cannon? Let him fire a few cannons there. No matter whether it is a demon or a werewolf, there is no need to worry about casualties."

"We must disrupt the werewolf's war rhythm, otherwise this war will definitely fail."

"The best thing is to be dragged into the rhythm of us humans."

After Ryan finished speaking, he turned around and left the high platform, heading towards the army.

"Our rhythm? What is our rhythm?"

Ryan thought for a while and answered Viscount Hogg's question.

"chaos."

Human war is full of politics and interests, full of fear of death and fanaticism for war, full of desire and reason, but without any rules. Isn't it just chaos?

On the other side, Earl Sauron has ordered his dragon-blooded warriors to advance head-on regardless of the cost. Ryan didn't notice that the combat effectiveness of this dragon-blooded warriors was much more powerful than what he had seen before. For example, those knights were waving big guns. It seems much more relaxed when using the sword.

It was a metal sword weighing several dozen kilograms, but it was very popular in the Dragon Blood Warrior Legion, bringing with it strong energy.

The giant legacy that Count Sauron acquired at a huge cost also made this old guy couldn't help but be excited about his success, and was sublimated in the original bloodline of the dragon-blooded warrior.

"The glory of dragon blood will be lifted up again by the power of giants."

Earl Sauron was excited, and on the other side, Ryan came to the logistics of the army.

He brought such a bloated army all the way to Beifeng County. Logistics and baggage were indispensable, but among the baggage that followed the army, food, armaments and oil were the most important.

Why do you need to bring so much oil? A lot of it was even forcibly borrowed from the Chamber of Commerce in Lingdu City.

Ryan didn't know the answer either. Maybe he wasn't completely sure whether Rosalind's demonic potion would work, so he prepared a last resort for himself.

Of course, this was also a temporary idea. When the Tundra Territory was developing swamps, they discovered a lot of liquid in the layers of stone crevices. Through experiments, they came to some conclusions, that is, this liquid is also oil and can burn.

"You want to use fire to cause chaos among werewolves?"

Viscount Hogg swallowed. Some bad memories came to mind. He had lost to Ryan in front of the flames.

"This is the only way. Is it really necessary for our two noble cavalry regiments to attack thousands of werewolves?"

Viscount Hogg was a little embarrassed.

"I always thought that's what you thought."

"Cavalry are not omnipotent, and their mounts are not dragons. War horses will surely die if they are surrounded by werewolves. They are walking food."

"I just hope that werewolves are also wolves, and wolves are also beasts."

"In this way, werewolves will be more afraid of fire than imagined."

Ryan opened the linen cloth, picked up one of the jars tied with a hemp rope, and then smashed it on the ground.

The dark liquid flowed out, and the pungent smell made the two nobles stop breathing.

"It doesn't seem to have gone bad."

After further extraction by alchemists, these extracted oils still appeared rough. Fortunately, the time was short and no changes occurred.

…

In the sky, perhaps because the power of the abyss had descended, the midday sun was not so bright. As for the earth, the roaring and chaotic sounds were still heard, reaching Ryan's ears from a very far away place.

He tied a piece of wet linen to the end of the horse's tail, and all the cavalry around him followed his lead.

"Isn't this too risky?"

Viscount Hogg was also a powerful knight. He stood beside Ryan, looking at the linen tied to the horse's tail, and couldn't help but pull it down a little more.

Only a noble like him who had a cavalry corps understood how huge a fortune these horses were.

"If you want to win, you can't do it without taking risks."