Rosalind was indeed somewhat anxious, her black pupils burning with crimson rage.
"Haven't we held out for many days? Why has things suddenly turned so unfavorable?"
Before he arrived, the Fragrant Mountain Plains Fortress was peaceful, but less than two days after he arrived, the Fragrant Mountain Plains Fortress was overrun by Werewolves.
As Demon Hunter, he understood perfectly well that many soldiers on this battlefield were no match for the Werewolves and could only rely on the fortress's own defenses to launch counterattacks, but this was not a sustainable solution.
The Northwind Province is very important to Meyers. Thirty years later, it can become a huge Altar to eliminate the hidden dangers in the Mayers Family bloodline. The invasion and occupation by the Orcs is an unacceptable blow to Meyers.
But Rosalind wasn't there to fight these Werewolves; she only had a few opponents.
Thinking of this, the Legendary raised his head and sensed a terrifying, wild, and bloody wind coming from afar—the aura of Legendary.
Then he saw a gray wolf running across the land. It seemed to sense his gaze, leaping into the Mountain Forest and then appearing on the mountaintop. It continued to leap across the mountain peak until it finally approached the fortress.
"Act recklessly."
Rosalind snorted coldly, angered by the state of the war, and now another Legendary had arrived.
The Legendary charged forward, leaving a dark path behind him. Then, a pair of ferocious wings sprouted—the wings of a Demons. The wings propelled Rosalind to unimaginable speed. He charged toward the Legendary Werewolves, and to the werewolf's horror, he slammed his palm down heavily on the Werewolves's body.
Countless snowflakes in the Mountain Forest flew up, a violent commotion caused by the Werewolves's impact. The gray wolf, now transformed into Werewolves, stared at Rosalind in shock.
" Demons?"
He knew Demons, but Demons shouldn't look like that, nor should they walk with humans.
Rosalind's wings disappeared, and she floated in the sky, looking down at the gray-haired Werewolves below. Hearing the other's words, she sneered.
"An ignorant beast."
The next moment, the two collided amidst the overlapping shadows. Both were incredibly fast, and ordinary people couldn't even notice their movements. Their fighting style was extremely primitive. Rosalind was an Legendary Knight, but she had no armor, weapons, or mount.
Instead, they clashed with the Werewolves using only their physical bodies.
Each time, the gray-haired Werewolves was slammed heavily to the ground. He was no match for Rosalind in terms of strength or speed, and he was constantly on the defensive.
"The human body shouldn't be this strong."
The Werewolves got up again, somewhat incredulous, or rather, unable to believe what he was seeing.
"Are you talking about humans from a hundred years ago!?"
Rosalind sneered, and her Demons wings unfurled behind her. This was not something humans would have possessed a hundred years ago. Under the oppression of the Church, if a human were to grow such a thing, they would surely die.
The next moment, Rosalind appeared behind the Werewolves. Her right hand transformed into a monstrous black and red claw, which slammed down on the Werewolves's back. This time, the Werewolves was not sent flying, but instead had his chest pierced by the Demons claw. A beating heart appeared in Rosalind's hand, and the next moment, as the power in her hand increased, the heart shattered instantly.
The Werewolves's claws left a bloody gash on Rosalind's chest before she was thrown away by immense force.
Looking at the Werewolves lying on the ground, Rosalind looked towards a certain spot to the north. The Silvermoon Werewolf King had just revealed his presence and seemed surprised by his own condition.
However, the other party still did not make a move, nor did they even have the intention to rescue the Werewolves's minions.
"That's really cunning."
Rosalind was somewhat unwilling; she had left herself some tricks up her sleeve, but the Werewolf Monarch remained unmoved and didn't even come close.
As Rosalind turned to leave, suddenly, the Werewolves who had been slumped on the ground like a corpse struggled to its feet behind her, its hoarse voice growling beneath its bloodthirsty eyes:
"I am Suno, of the Suno Clan bloodline."
Rosalind was still pondering what the other party meant. The Suno Clan, what happened? The next moment, the heartless Werewolves charged towards her, Werewolves claws glowing with a bloody light, leaving several bloody streaks seven or eight meters long in the void.
roar--
A deep growl echoed as the Werewolves Suno, bathed in blood-red Werewolves, Suno a frenzied attack. He abandoned all defense, remaining unmoved as Rosalind's attacks rained down on him. Each severe injury only fueled the Werewolves's rage. Rosalind's initial words were true; at this moment, the Werewolves had completely transformed into a wild beast.
" Suno, I remember now, the Name of the Undying."
Rosalind recalled that the name Suno had been associated with the undead, meaning he couldn't die.
The Werewolves' powerful vitality allows them to constantly regenerate their bodies. The stronger Werewolves Werewolves, the fewer weaknesses they have, or rather, the fewer weaknesses anyone has yet to find.
To kill them, you would cut off the heads of ordinary Werewolves, but if they have reached the transcendent level, you can only burn their bodies to Ash with fire, or wait until their power can no longer be restored before killing them like ordinary Werewolves.
As for the Legendary Werewolves... perhaps only the Holy Light of the Church can achieve that.
Within the Fragrant Mountain Plains Fortress.
The nobles all understood the importance of this fortress. According to their descriptions, the Fragrant Mountain Plains Fortress was practically everything to the soldiers.
After the initial panic, the human soldiers gradually began to fight back.
However, this counterattack seemed somewhat weak.
Bang!
A spear pierced through the Werewolves's waist. The Werewolves turned around and slapped Mateo away, sending him crashing heavily into the wall. With blood flowing from his mouth, Mateo watched in horror as the Werewolves approached. As the Werewolves drew closer, the spear that had pierced through the Werewolves's waist was slowly being pulled out.
Werewolves ' claws are not as dexterous as human hands, which makes the process of pulling out the spear incredibly bloody. This is what terrifies Mateo. As the bloody scene ends, the Werewolves's tattered flesh begins to slowly heal.
When he reached him, the Werewolves's body had returned to normal.
The Werewolves belonging to the Suno Clan are gradually bringing the most primal shock to the humans in this fortress.
"Human beings are so weak."
The Werewolves grinned menacingly. The next moment, a shadow fell from above, and the Flying Wolf Cavalry grabbed the Werewolves and lifted him into the sky. The knights pierced the Werewolves's chest and then threw Werewolves down.
The severely wounded Werewolves could not recover for a while. He fell to the ground with many broken bones. At this moment, Mateo quickly crawled over and frantically slashed at the Werewolves's neck with the dagger in his hand.
Finally, the Werewolves's body stopped moving, and Mateo sat on the ground, panting heavily. But he could no longer rest, as the sounds of battle around him reached him.
"It's unstoppable."
He looked up at the fortress walls, where more and more Werewolves appeared, then jumped into the fortress like dumplings being dropped into a pot. The fortress was in a state of chaos and turmoil, and he had no idea how many soldiers were still fighting.
Suddenly, the leaping Werewolves were blown away by the Demons's wings, dozens of Werewolves flying high into the air and crashing to the ground, unable to move.
"We must retreat."
Rosalind appeared beside Viscount Landa, who was covered in blood. The Demon Hunter seemed completely unconcerned about the blood on him, and even seemed excited by it.
However, Viscount Landa was somewhat intimidated by his appearance.
Especially since this person was holding a lump of minced meat in their hand, and the minced meat was still moving, seemingly alive, making the scene look incredibly bizarre.
"We cannot retreat."
Viscount Landa roared through gritted teeth.
"This is the last line of defense. It's either die here or defeat the Orcs. There is no other choice. Without the Fragrant Mountain Plains Fortress, the Orcs will advance unimpeded. In the entire Northwind Province, there is no city that can stop these Werewolves."
"Do you know how many people are in this fortress? Two hundred and fifty thousand!!!"
"A full 250,000 people, evacuate? How can we evacuate?"
"Soldiers can evacuate, but can civilians and slaves evacuate as well?"
Hearing this, Rosalind fell silent. She hadn't expected there to be so many humans in this fortress.
"But we can't hold this place. The soldiers of the Northwind Province cannot be wiped out here, or we will lose all our chances."
"What were they doing when I asked them to send more troops?!"
Viscount Landa, completely enraged, roared at Rosalind.
"Three times, three times!"
"I have watched the Orcs plunder and occupy my land three times already! The honor of the Viscount Landa family has been trampled into dust by me, and the nobles are all mocking the dignity I bear!"
"But what about them? They've always been unwilling to send all their troops here."
"If we had 300,000 troops, we could hold the fortress no matter how many Werewolves there were."
Viscount Landa turned and left, sending his knights to issue orders continuously.
"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! This fortress is a full day's journey from the nearest Cold Mountain City. It takes a whole day to run there, and in between lies a vast, unobstructed plain!"
"Can you outrun Orcs? Look at the speed of Werewolves, can you outrun Werewolves?"
"Fight to the death! Only by fighting to the death can we survive!"
Viscount Landa's voice echoed throughout the vast fortress, and naturally, he was accompanied by Mages.
As he described it, the soldiers recalled the appearance of the Fragrant Mountain Plains. When they came here, they were amazed at how flat the land was, but now, the flat land had dashed their hopes of retreat.
"No one is allowed to leave!"
Viscount Landa grabbed the wolf knight who was delivering the message and roared at him:
"Without my order, not a single member of the Flying Wolf Cavalry or the Dragonblood Warrior Legion is allowed to leave!"
"I swear in the name of the Viscount that no one shall leave this fortress."
Most humans couldn't escape, because their panicked escape and chaotic war had disoriented them. Moreover, there were too many Werewolves; no matter which direction they ran, they would encounter Werewolves, and the only outcome of encountering Werewolves was to fight.
The nobles' roars boosted the morale of the human army and gave them the courage to survive desperate situations. Within the army, mutual encouragement felt even more intimate and real.
"War is a testament to our glory!"
Mateo was also roaring. His status still carried weight with the lower-ranking soldiers. With nothing else to say, he could only repeat what Baron Ryan had said.
Immediately afterwards, he led the army of some unknown nobleman and charged toward the fortress's high walls and stairs.
Humanity's brilliance always shines in the face of adversity. In the army, many knights led their soldiers to charge towards the fortress walls. Several times, they actually managed to recapture the walls, preventing more Werewolves outside the fortress from entering smoothly.
But each time they recapture it, they lose it again soon after, since it is the first place the Werewolves land in the fortress, and the number of Werewolves they face and their desire to attack is the strongest.
Human soldiers launched repeated counterattacks and recaptured the high walls, while Werewolves repeatedly attacked and captured the entire Fragrant Mountain Plains Fortress. From the air, there was hardly any peaceful place to be seen.
Bang!
On the city wall, a Werewolves violently rammed a knight, sending him flying. The knight flew off the wall and crashed heavily onto the ground inside the fortress. His fall signified the end of the battle for the city wall, marking the defeat of humanity.
The knight, lying on the ground, coughed up blood. He knew he was going to die. He had upheld the code of chivalry and fulfilled the honor of a knight. He had fought to the last moment for his lord and for humanity.
The next moment, his clouded vision cleared a bit as his eyes suddenly widened. He watched the Werewolves running past him, trampling on him, his mind filled with terror.
That location was in the direction of the fortress gate, where dozens of Werewolves were gathered, holding some terrified slaves and civilians who had lost control of their bladders and bowels, and roaring loudly at something.
The knights knew what they were planning to do.
"You can't open it, you can't... open it."
As the gears slowly swayed, the Werewolves abandoned the powerless humans. Dozens of Werewolves used their fangs to bite into the gears, and then slowly raised the three gates of the fortress.
As the knight's gaze lingered, he saw the world beyond the fortress. Before the metal gates were fully raised, the bloated Werewolves army crouched low on the ground and crawled in through the gaps.
"It's over..."
The knight watched in despair as the Werewolves, no longer hindered and no longer needing to perform acrobatics on the city walls, swarmed into the fortress.
Rumble.
The Werewolves sprinted along the fortress's main road. The Werewolves at the front, as he ran, snapped his massive jaws down with immense excitement. He had just entered and had already found the corpse of a human knight. As his fangs tore into the man's throat, warm blood flowed into his mouth, and the Werewolves felt his body boiling.
"Human blood!"
The Werewolves howled and boasted, continuing to run forward. He saw another running human ahead and couldn't wait to escape and devour more blood.
The next moment, a black claw landed in his eyes, and his vision went completely black. He went blind, but after a long while, the feeling of it rolling down made him realize that his head had been cut off.
Another violent impact struck, and the Werewolves felt his teeth loosen; the feeling was familiar.
It was another Werewolves. Another Werewolves was snatching the human knight's corpse from his mouth, then frantically shaking its head, trying to shake off the other head that was biting the human.
As Werewolves of the Suno Clan, the Werewolves with only his head remaining felt that his consciousness had not completely disappeared, but his fighting power had vanished, and he once again flew high into the air.
Bang!
A hideous Werewolves head, its mouth spitting blood, fell to the ground and rolled in front of the metal boots. As the large metal foot stomped down, the Werewolves's head shattered.
The Dragonblood Warriors, his entire body encased in metal armor, gripped his greatsword in front of his shoulders, retracting his feet.
Seeing the countless Werewolves swarming towards him, the Dragonblood Warriors slightly bent his knees. The moment the Werewolves appeared within ten meters of him, he let out a deep roar from beneath his mask.
"Kill!"
"Kill!!!"
Behind them, thousands of Dragonblood Warriors clad in heavy armor charged forward, wielding greatswords in both hands. They were slaughtering, the Werewolves ' claws unable to leave a mark on the metal armor, while the heavy and sharp greatswords could kill the Werewolves at any moment.
"Glory is stained with dragon's blood!"
As the leading Dragonblood Warriors shouted, the Dragonblood Warriors behind him also roared deafeningly.
"For Sauron!!!"
The roar echoed through the sky, startling the clouds. As the hazy mist dissipated, the wings of the Unicorn Flying Wolf were revealed.
One by one Flying Wolf Cavalry came into view. The knights on their backs, wielding longswords, led the Extraordinary Legion in a swooping descent. They descended from the sky, scattering the Werewolves army that had surrounded the Dragonblood Warrior Legion. The massive flying wolves roared at the Werewolves Werewolves, their claws reaching out towards them. The knights on their backs swung their lances, thrusting out three or five times, and the Flying Wolf Cavalry took to the air again.
Below, the Werewolves leaped up, trying to grab the Unicorn Flying Wolf that had taken off into the sky. Then, a dozen Werewolves grabbed one of them and dragged the Unicorn Flying Wolf down.
Not all Flying Wolf Cavalry could take off; instead, they fell to the ground. Overwhelmed by the Werewolves army, the Unicorn Flying Wolf and riders could only struggle frantically before being pounced upon and torn apart by Werewolves from all sides.
"Human strength is far greater than it was a hundred years ago..."
Hati, the Silvermoon Werewolf King, looked at the battlefield in the fortress and let out a howl.
"Awooo—"
On the Snow Plains of the Northlands, snowflakes rushed South like an avalanche, and as they drew near, they discovered that there were huge claws on the ground.
The Warg of the Northlands, a mount unique to Werewolves.
As the flying snow gradually melted away with the Werewolves's blood and energy, ferocious Silvermoon Wolf Rider appeared behind Hati.
Every Orcs race has its own path to transcendence, and Orc Warrior.
Werewolves are no exception.
Each of these Wolf Riders had unique claws; from the gaps in their hand bones, three sharp, hard bone blades had grown out.
"Attack!!!"
Awooo—
The howls of wolves echoed across the sky and the earth as thousands of Wolf Riders charged toward the fortress.