Thundercloud County.
The Legendary Demon Hunter, Rosalind, has arrived.
"Lady Rosalind."
Shaya bowed to show respect, not only because the other party was Legendary, but also because the other party was Grand Duke Mayers' most trusted right-hand man.
"Can the Northwind Province stop the Orcs invasion?"
Rosalind asked, and Shaya looked at him curiously and asked:
"Will the Emperor and the major guilds send reinforcements?"
"Won't."
Rosalind shook her head; this was a decision made from the beginning.
"Then I don't know either."
Shaya was helpless; she had no army at her disposal, and the Noble Allied Army of the Northwind Province had suffered defeats against the Orcs more than once.
"Your grandfather asked the emperor for the Northwind Province for thirty years, so this place cannot be occupied by the Orcs. As long as we deal with the Werewolf Royal Court, we can stop this Orcs invasion."
Rosalind looked at Shaya, her eyes telling Shaya that they had to find a way to resolve this.
" The Silvermoon Royal Court, one of the Great King courts, is almost impossible to defeat with just the Northwind Province...
What could Shaya do? She had only been in the Northwind Province for less than a year.
"The fact that the Werewolves failed to breach the fortress in Northwind Province means they aren't that powerful."
Rosalind said she didn't think Werewolves were that powerful.
" Legendary will not descend upon war. The Northwind Province must resist the Orcs invasion; this is a matter of life and death for the Mayers Family."
"Whether the Mayers Family bloodline can continue depends on the Northwind Province. Your grandfather has already lost thirty years of preparation time. In the remaining thirty years, there can be no mistakes."
" Meyers ' bloodline has been severely corrupted by nightmares and is growing into a non-human form."
"This is a curse from the Deities, and only the power of the Deities can fight against it."
Shaya understood, of course, that she had gone to sea to find the Blasphemers and to ask him about his knowledge and lineage in this field.
"I will give the order."
She said that, apart from that, she didn't have any better options, as the population and army of the Northwind Province were in the hands of those nobles.
Within the Twilight Province, at Twilight Fortress.
Harald the Lionheart King returned to the fortress covered in blood. Every pore on his body was seeping blood, and in a short time, the amount of blood that had flowed out exceeded the total amount of blood in a human body.
But blood was still seeping out, and the Legendary Lionheart King's body was trembling, his flesh and bones trembling at a slight yet extremely rapid frequency.
Around them, a dozen or so Mages continuously released Life Magic to suppress the shockwaves in Harald's body.
After a long while, Harald finally calmed down. His nostrils flared and stiffened, and he forced his breathing to slow down.
"The power of Behemoth is enough to shake the earth."
Harald exhaled a breath of blood-red mist and said with some helplessness, "I have already reached the pinnacle of the Empire's Legendary, but even so, I am still being suppressed in the face of the powerful Behemoth King and the Behemoth Giant Beast."
Beside Harald, Marquis of Twilight Heik Columbus said gravely:
" The Raven Orc are the weakest in combat among the Great King courts, but they have witnessed the inheritance of knowledge from the barbaric years. With their help, the Behemoth have gained a lot of power from the ancient times, including the Behemoth Giant Beast, which was found to be an embryo inside a piece of Amber Jade in the Northern Lands."
"If you want to fight Behemoth King, I think you need to first erase his memories."
"In that case, we'll need to ask Brenna to come over."
Harald frowned and said, "Brenna Legendary Mage, skilled in Soul Magic. He currently assists the emperor in managing the Faith of Light at the Grand Cathedral of Light Imperial Capital."
The Empire is not without other Legendary skilled in Soul Magic, but to erase the memories of the Behemoth King and the giant beast... only one person can do it.
"But... would it be better to turn the Behemoth King into a mindless beast?"
Harald didn't know, but he was clear that if the war at Twilight Fortress wasn't changed, the Behemoth King and the Behemoth Giant Beast would probably carve a hole in the fortress before the overwhelming Orcs even conquered it.
He was powerful, but he could not stop the Behemoth King from attacking the Twilight Fortress, which stood still.
The reason I was so badly injured was because I had withstood every attack from the enemy, preventing their power from directly striking the Gaze Fortress.
That would come at too high a price.
The Marquis of Twilight had already used extraordinary means to transmit the message to the South. After the emperor read it, he did not hesitate and immediately summoned Brenna.
Instead of going in person, the Mages sent a Magic Scroll to Twilight Fortress. It was delivered on the same day it was requested. Commander Harald, holding the Magic Scroll, once again charged out of Twilight Fortress in the new day of war and clashed with the Behemoth King.
With a deafening roar, Behemoth's fangs fell. Harald slashed at the giant beast's fangs with his sword, and then his armor withstood the blows of Behemoth King's Bone Sword.
Having withstood the attack, the distance between the two closed, and Harald instantly crushed the Magic Scroll in his hand.
"Damn it... Mages."
The sky was dotted with dappled sunlight, like moonlight shining on a lake rippled by a gentle breeze, shimmering and sparkling like the polished scales of Dragons reflecting light.
Forbidden Spell: Soul Dust
Wisdom can be clouded, and the soul can decay. The power of the Legendary forbidden spell was irresistible to Behemoth King and the Behemoth Giant Beast, because this power itself had no destructive force; it was like silence, a suppressive magic.
Behemoth King's eyes gradually lost their light, and the movements of his four arms became increasingly chaotic. Having lost his memory and his wisdom, Behemoth King.
He has become weaker and may even do things that leave him vulnerable, such as lunging directly at Harald and using his four arms to block the Lionheart King's Legendary longsword.
However, Harald did not gain much advantage against such Behemoth King, because...
Having lost his memory and reason, the Behemoth King became very weak, but the Behemoth Giant Beast, having also lost its memory and reason, went berserk in that instant, completely forgetting everything, its eyes filled only with a frenzied desire for destruction and devouring.
Its eyes were bloodshot as it charged toward Harald, its gaping maw biting off a corner of the mountain. Its six legs were running wildly, which would cause it to lose more energy, so it needed to eat more food to replenish it.
Sharp, bridge-like fangs struck Harald, and in that instant, the Legendary Lionheart King was riddled with cracks.
Harald was bleeding from all seven orifices. He stared in shock and disbelief at the Behemoth Giant Beast that was frantically attacking him and trying to devour him. The behemoth's power was twice as strong as before, no, more than twice as strong!
Rumble!!!
The Behemoth Giant Beast charged wildly, carrying thousands upon thousands of Orcs with it. Beneath its feet, its six legs trampled hundreds of thousands of Orcs. As it charged, countless Orcs, who did not die before the human weapons, were crushed into pieces of flesh by the Behemoth Giant Beast.
"Block it!"
Knowing full well the immense power of the Behemoth Giant Beast, King Harald the Lionheart King opened his eyes wide and cried out in utter terror toward the fortress.
Countless lights lit up the sky. In less than three breaths, more than thirty Mage Tower floated in the sky, and hundreds of powerful Mages floated in the air. They chanted and released powerful magic. Countless lights illuminated the sky Twilight Fortress, which transformed into gales, blades, torrential rain, flash floods, thunder, and flames, crashing down on the Behemoth Giant Beast.
But it was no use. The Behemoth, radiating a bloodthirsty red light, Behemoth Giant Beast a massive aura that could withstand the magic, and then crashed heavily into Twilight Fortress.
"Roar--"
The fangs snapped, and the intense pain caused the Behemoth Giant Beast to howl in agony, driving it even more mad. The dense magical Mystic Runes covering the surface of Twilight Fortress helped the fortress withstand the impact, but within the fortress, every soldier in the human army staggered, unable to stand steadily.
The Behemoth Giant Beast rose to its feet once more, struggling as rivers of blood gushed from its body onto the ground. With another deafening roar, it opened its gaping maw and lunged at Twilight Fortress.
In that instant, the once bright sky darkened. The Behemoth Giant Beast devoured countless Magic Factor in the void, and then, amidst the terrified gazes of countless people, the Behemoth Giant Beast once again charged towards Twilight Fortress.
Boom boom boom boom—
A giant boulder flew into the sky, smashing a Mage Tower soaring to the ground. Behemoth Giant Beast stood atop the ruins of the Gaze Fortress, letting out an angry roar.
A 50-meter-wide breach appeared in the vast Twilight Fortress that surrounded the mountains. Orcs charged madly toward the breach. Some were killed by the Behemoth Giant Beast, but most rushed toward the human army that no longer had a fortress to rely on.
"How so."
Harald was enraged, Magic Scroll dealt with the Behemoth King, but who could have imagined that it would Behemoth Giant Beast?
Behemoth King remained in a daze, but the power unleashed by the Behemoth Giant Beast provided everything the Orcs needed.
Pure power— the Behemoth Giant Beast possesses only power, the power to shake the earth and mountains, which is precisely what Twilight Fortress cannot withstand.
"Hahaha! Slaughter all humanity and conquer their land!"
Raven flew in the sky, their cries hoarse, and swooped down to kill the dying humans. As they killed them, the Raven ' eyes also devoured the human souls, absorbing the power and skills that humans possessed.
In an instant, Twilight Fortress, shrouded in dust, was in utter chaos.
Northwind Province, Fragrant Mountain Plains Fortress.
" The Behemoth Royal Court has actually breached the fortress of the Human Empire."
The Silvermoon Werewolf King was somewhat shocked; he had succeeded so quickly.
Behemoth has already entered human land, so there seems to be no need for him to hesitate here. The Silvermoon Werewolf King's thinking is very simple. He only wants the Northwind Province. Of course, if he can break through the Winged Gorge, that would be the best.
He didn't want the Silvermoon Royal Court to suffer too great a loss, otherwise they wouldn't be able to launch an attack on humans for many years to come, gradually eroding and occupying human lands. Eventually, the Werewolves would become the rulers of the world.
But those are issues for the future. Right now, the most important thing is—
"Attack!!!"
Awooo—
If we disregard the cold brought by the snow and wind in the Northlands, the geographical environment of the Northwind Province is truly exceptional. The entire Northwind Province can only be attacked from the north, and the Fragrant Mountain Plains is almost the only option from that direction.
With only this one main road, the fortress standing tall on the Fragrant Mountain Plains naturally has to bear more pressure.
Baronet Matteo was one of those who couldn't even sleep under this pressure. His dark skin was accentuated by even darker dark circles under his eyes, and he patrolled the fortress walls wearing ill-fitting Lordship's robes.
Nobles don't look like this, because he wasn't born a nobleman. He was granted the title of Lordship after Baron Ryan came here last time and took back the Fragrant Mountain Plains Fortress.
The nobles were unwilling to accept him into their circle, but because of Ryan, they did not deny the identity of Fragrant Mountain Lord. Caught between the nobles and the peasants, Baronet Matteo desperately wanted to rely on this fortress to prove himself.
During this time, he also figured it out: as long as the fortress still exists, his status as Lordship is real. Even if his generation is not considered noble by other nobles, his descendants can be.
Therefore, he absolutely could not allow the fortress to fall, and thus the supervision of the soldiers was extremely strict.
Awooo—
In the distance, a wolf howl reached Mateo's ears. He looked towards the the North of the fortress. Every day, every hour, such wolf howls would ring out. He didn't know if the Werewolves were angry about the setbacks in the war or Werewolves over the deaths of their people.
But the next moment, more and more, denser and louder wolf howls resounded across the Fragrant Mountain Plains, and Mateo's expression changed.
It's different, completely different from before!
Because of this fortress, and because of the war that made him a nobleman, he was very clear about its significance.
" Werewolves! The Werewolves are attacking!!!!"
He shouted loudly, ran wildly to the location of the alarm bell, and frantically struck the bronze bell. The piercing sound awakened the people who were still immersed in the warmth of their beds at Dawn.
" Werewolves! Countless Werewolves are attacking!!!"
On the city wall, soldiers were shouting in terror. They had experienced many battles here, but none had ever looked like this. To the north of the fortress, there were no extra Orcs, but densely packed, endless Werewolves as far as the eye could see.
"How can there be so many Werewolves?"
Not only the soldiers, but the nobles were also shocked. Viscount Landa looked outside and realized that there had never been so many Werewolves before.
"Could it be... that the Frozen Earth Territory has fallen, so the Werewolves came here?"
He asked, Lord Horla, who was beside him, thought for a moment and then shook his head.
"Even if the Frozen Earth Territory falls, Baron Ryan will not die, but there is still no news of him."
"So—these Werewolves were always here, they just never appeared before."
Viscount Landa, pale-faced, watched as the werewolves, their faces contorted with rage and their bodies wielding weapons, transformed into ferocious Werewolves and surged across the land like a torrent toward the fortress.
To the north of the fortress, the Silvermoon Werewolf King roared bloodthirstyly, surrounded by many Orcs — Boar Orcs, Fox Orcs, Catfolk ...
"You bunch of useless trash, you'd only be easily killed on the battlefield. You might as well stay here."
The Silvermoon Werewolf King was far smarter than Ves, the leader of the Garg Clan. He knew very well that the presence of these Orcs on the battlefield was a negative contribution to the war.
Orcs can die and break down, but such deaths and breakdowns will affect the fighting ability of other Orcs.
Standing next to the Werewolves king, the gray-haired Werewolves looked at Werewolves.
" Your Majesty, aren't you going to take action?"
"I have no part in this war."
The Werewolves king licked his paws and chuckled.
"You think I don't know? Humans love to maintain balance. They'll send a Legendary as powerful as me to this battlefield just to prevent me from slaughtering their soldiers."
"But I don't need to fight at all. The powerful Werewolf Clan can overwhelm the human army and kill his soldiers."
"Now it's my turn to threaten him. He must be furious watching his fortress fall and being unable to do anything about it."
Hati Silvermoon Werewolf King, has shown no intention of taking action since he didn't make a move on the first day.
"How about... I go and test him, and if he's not strong enough, then you can kill him."
The Werewolves beside him suggested, eager to try. What Werewolves doesn't crave blood and fight? Wang could resist, but he couldn't.
"Hmm, that works too."
Hati nodded. Indeed, what if humanity isn't strong enough?
Inside the fortress, countless Werewolves had already approached. What was shocking was that these Werewolves, who had transformed into wolf beasts, transformed back into Werewolves the moment they got close to the city wall. One strong Werewolves after another stood on the ground, with Werewolves behind them trampling on their bodies. In this way, seven or eight Werewolves formed a bridge and clung tightly to the fortress wall.
The already agile Werewolves, along with the wolves that were running behind them, used the Werewolves bridge to propel themselves upwards, and then suddenly leaped up onto the back of a key Werewolves.
The wolves leaped out and jumped onto the fortress wall. In that instant, they transformed back into towering wolves, their ferocious appearance looking down at the humans and bringing an unimaginable sense of oppression to the soldiers.
Beneath the city walls, some Werewolves ladders collapsed because the Werewolves couldn't withstand the pressure, but the next moment more Werewolves began to rebuild them. Some ladders remained standing, helping the werewolves behind them to use their Lordship to run up and leap onto the human fortress.
More and more claw marks appeared on the Werewolves ' bodies, the blood stimulating their bloodlust. After all, the werewolves would also use their claws to grab the flesh of these "ladders" while running.
Wolf pack warfare is always about cooperation, not hunting alone; at this moment, the harmony of the wolf pack is fully demonstrated.