Chapter 410 The sunshine of burning life, the price of strength
In the dark ravine, humans carefully carried wooden thorns, which were a sharp weapon against Werewolves. Many people curled up their limbs, because this way they could maintain their body temperature in the cold wind.
Some of them muttered words praising the greatness of the light.
"Tell me, will God of Light really save us slaves?"
A slave said to the companion next to him who kept praising the light, asking anxiously and a little irritably at the same time.
"Yes, the great light will give us immortal sunshine, so that we will never be hungry or cold."
"He doesn't care whether we are slaves or not. In the eyes of Deities, we are all believers."
"Lance, you have changed so much."
The man who is also a slave soldier said with envy that since he believed in the light, his companion's whole spirit has changed significantly. Although he still looks like a slave, Lance's tone and way of speaking have changed.
"Light will really change us, Gerard, let's serve the great light together."
Lance said this to his companions who were carrying the wood thorns together.
"Me? I'm not very good. I can't even remember those words. I obviously listen to what you read every day, but I just can't remember them."
"I'm so stupid."
"It doesn't matter, the Illuminati will accept every sincere servant."
"We will survive in the sun."
Then the two were silent again, doing their own things, Lance was still mumbling words, and Gerard next to him followed him, serving the light like a toddler.
"Have you noticed that the sun is really warmer?"
"The noble Lord did not deceive us. As long as we cross that mountain, there will be warm sunshine and countless food."
"I feel it, I feel it, the sun is dazzling and warm."
Lance rushed out of the ravine. He opened his hands not to embrace the Sun. He was a servant of the light and was not qualified. He stretched his hands because he needed to worship the great light, and also because traces of Werewolves appeared in his field of vision.
The human actually ran out of the sewer, and Werewolves rushed over excitedly, roaring at the human, trying to see the fear of him on the human's face.
But no, the human expression fervently served the Sun above his head, and then he actually attacked him with a spear.
"Stupid, weak humans."
Werewolves felt bored. Such ordinary humans were too thin. Only human knights could be his opponents. But for such weak mortals, he could kill three with one claw.
But the next moment, Werewolves opened his eyes wide, looking in disbelief at the spear that penetrated his heart, as if it was burning hot, and had just been taken out of the blacksmith's the Furnace's hot steel spear.
How could this be possible? His proud chest, hair, hard skin and bones did not act as any hindrance.
"The Illuminati will guide me to victory, and we are all servants of the light. Werewolves is the evil obstacle standing in the way of our faith."
Lance murmured feverishly, the spear in his hand getting hotter and hotter, but he felt nothing.
"Praise the light!"
With a loud roar, Lance kicked away the tall Werewolves, who died in this private hunting. Lance, who turned around, looked at the cold ravine behind him, with a pair of shocked, unbelievable, and fanatical eyes.
"Praise the great and immortal light. His sunshine will guide us to expel the evil Orcs, and let us take back the warm sunshine that belongs to us!"
"We no longer need to be afraid of the cold Northlands! We will have unlimited warmth and unlimited food. Kill these Orcs, and we will take back our faith!"
Lance roared loudly. His body was bathed in the sun and emitted a hazy light. The slave soldiers who saw this scene couldn't help but kneel on the ground, and then struggled to climb out of the cold trench.
Under the sun, these slave soldiers no longer huddled their bodies. When they stretched their bodies, they felt more warmth. The sun above their heads was brighter, deeper and brighter than ever before.
Among this army of tens of thousands of slaves, there were many bright and devout believers. At this moment, under the power of the inexplicable sunshine, they climbed out of the trench with their companions in the trench, and their actions unexpectedly appeared to be uniform.
Ryan all have to admit that even with their control over this army, they cannot make this slave army behave in a uniform manner.
God of Light did it.
Ryan stood at the height of Thundercloud Mountain, looking at the human soldiers moving like ants on the battlefield below, feeling a little weird.
"The light actually responded. Is His gaze so cheap?"
Ryan couldn't understand that this great being, even Church of Dawn, needed to work hard and serve over and over again before he could get the response from Lord of Dawn. But now, Lord of Dawn and God of Light, who had changed their names, were responding to his followers so casually.
He even took the initiative to give warm sunshine to Dispel the coldness on their bodies.
This is Miracle, not so magnificent, but the Miracle that moisturizes things quietly.
This kind of Miracle is the most terrifying, because everyone can feel the power of Miracle personally, instead of the illusory and majestic beauty floating in Sky-rank.
However, this Miracle seems not to be over yet.
The sun became brighter and dazzling, and also warmer. Dispel relieved the coldness of the soldiers, and the cold wind of Northlands could not blow them down. As a human being who served the light climbed out of the trench, they all launched an attack on Werewolves in unison.
"The evil Werewolves will be judged by the light, kill them, and we will enjoy the warm sunshine alone."
"Praise the light!!"
The spear pierced Werewolves's body, and Werewolves went crazy and beat the human away, but the human quickly got up, with only a little blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
On Thundercloud Mountain, Ryan frowned.
"This is not normal."
Belief in the light gives soldiers a strong belief that they are not afraid of death, gives them a hope of struggle, and gives them persistence to survive.
These beliefs can make them less afraid when facing Werewolves and raise their weapons bravely.
However, having courage and having strength are two different things.
Mortals, especially slaves who do not have enough food and nutrition, cannot be Werewolves's opponent. Their strength, speed, and all physical qualities cannot match Werewolves.
But now, humans are actually fighting back, and have achieved amazing results. This is unreasonable and should not be done.
"They shouldn't be so powerful, but since it happened, there must be a reason."
"God of Light, gave them power?"
"Deities's power cannot be endured by mortals. The power of light is not so cheap and will be given to so many people on a large scale."
"Any explosion of power comes with a price."
Ryan quickly arrived at the camp at the foot of the mountain.
"What's going on with you, these soldiers? Why did you let them attack?"
The knights looked at Ryan's arrival and found their backbone. Faced with Ryan's questions, these knights didn't know how to explain.
Facing Miracle, facing the arrival of Deities's power, the knights simply did not dare to stop it.
Do we really want them to go against Deities?
"These are my soldiers."
Ryan snorted coldly and led Knight Retainer to the trench battlefield ahead. Tall war horses ran on the battlefield, heading in the same direction as the soldiers guided by the light. Human beings were actually chasing Werewolves.
God of Light gave the soldiers endless courage and belief, but most importantly, He gave these slave soldiers the power to confront and kill Orcs.
The offensive and defensive momentum changed, and thousands of human soldiers rushed out of the trenches to kill Werewolves. However, the angry and violent Werewolves ignored them and continued to call the surrounding Werewolves with wolf howls to kill the humans.
"Don't let Werewolves gather together and defeat them!"
Ryan directed the cavalry to rush towards the Werewolves army in front. The number of Werewolves was not too large, but neither the human army nor Werewolves knew how to arrange their troops. Once both sides collided in a messy manner, the war would be extremely cruel.
Ryan has reason to believe that these soldiers will not retreat at all under the influence of light, and similarly, once the bloodthirsty and wild Werewolves gets interested, the two sides will engage in an unending war.
"The vitality of these people is rapidly depleting."
In Ryan's ears, the voice of Rose came. After the latter came to Frozen Earth Territory, he had close contact with the two Life Mage, and his unique vision can see many things.
"By burning your vitality, you can make your physique stronger, so that your strength can compete with Werewolves. Sunlight is the medium, allowing human beings to burst out their life potential in the next few decades in a short period of time, possessing incomparable power."
"But in this case... they won't live long."
Ryan said, with this army, the final outcome is almost destined, but this process still makes people feel dissatisfied.
"I can't say whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, but the question now is why God of Light did this."
"He is lawful and just. He will not devour human lives and souls for no reason. There must be a reason why He blessed Miracle."
Ryan looked ahead. On the battlefield, one Werewolves howled one after another, and then their bodies actually expanded, turning into a majestic bear-like Werewolves. There was no wisdom or reason in his eyes. He was just a beast. Werewolves rushed towards humans, like a chariot, sweeping across all obstacles in front.
"Stop him."
Ryan gave the order, and a small team of attendants rushed out behind him. The ten-man cavalry rushed towards Werewolves, and the moment their lances rammed into the majestic bear-like Werewolves, the two attendants' Their faces changed slightly, and they felt a huge obstacle, and then the terrifying power reverberated from Werewolves's flesh and blood like a wave, directly lifting the two nearest attendants and using lances to lift them up high.
The war horse neighed and ran towards the side, while in mid-air, the two attendants were thrown down heavily.
"What a terrifying power!"
Around them, eight knights rushed over, Knight's Greatsword unsheathed, and kept slashing at Werewolves's body, but the strong wind and power brought by every swing of Werewolves's claws made these already unusual Stag Attendant extremely vigilant.
"It's 'Gagg'. The bloodline of this Werewolves has been sublimated and became Werewolves of the Garg Clan."
"In other words, the 'Gagg' clan we met before only had a name, but this Werewolves truly possesses the powerful power contained in the blood of the Garg Clan."
"Maybe the reason has been found."
Why God of Light cares for His believers on this battlefield so easily is not because of how pious these slave soldiers are. The only one who can cause God of Light to care is another Deities.
Great Being, who served in Werewolves's bloodline, changed, which attracted the attention of God of Light. Their eyes looked at each other, and their power spread on the battlefield on both sides of the land.
Perhaps, just the insignificant ripples caused such drastic changes in this battlefield.
Among the Werewolves army, some Werewolves's hair turned snow-white, and then they turned into the white wind on the battlefield, running in every corner of the battlefield, constantly attacking and killing humans from the dark. This is the Werewolves bloodline of the Earl Clan.
Similarly, Draco, and even Werewolves, the so-called immortal Suno Clan, also appeared on the battlefield. Human weapons fell on them, with little effect. Only the bright needle-point light made Werewolves have to avoid it.
But these Werewolves became so powerful that their attacks caused humans to fall to the ground and fly dozens of meters away, but they still did not kill these slave soldiers.
The body was shrouded in weak sunlight, hazy and shining. The human soldiers were defeated and knocked away time and time again, but they stood up again and again, praising the light and killing the powerful Werewolves again.
Their vitality in the next few decades is their confidence in facing Werewolves at this moment, but they don't know how long this confidence can last.
Ryan has no intention of continuing to read.
"Kill those Werewolves whose bloodline has been sublimated."
Without suitable weapons, even human soldiers bathed in light would be hard-pressed to have obvious lethality against the Werewolvess of those clans. In the end, it would still take the arrival of knights to tear apart Draco Clan Werewolvess with sharp long swords. The defense of, the armor defense against the attacks of the Earl Clan and Garg Clan, facing those Suno Clan's Werewolves, then cut off their heads as well.
"Werewolves is honored by blood."
"Then let me shed all your blood."
Ryan slashed the long sword, and Fire Dragon Swallowing Heaven divided the battlefield into two. The cavalry behind them kept shuttling on the battlefield, and they would never allow all Werewolves to gather into one group.
Those werewolves whose blood had been sublimated like wild beasts had no extra emotions in the war, but the remaining ordinary werewolves could not hold on. They looked at these unkillable humans as if they were monsters. These humans were more werewolves than they werewolves, and the wounds on their bodies could be healed in an instant.
Werewolves will also avoid its edge. Some Werewolves still retreat because they heard the king's call not long ago and they need to go to another battlefield.
Seeing a large number of Werewolves leaving, Ryan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If it were any other time, he would have led the army to chase them, but now, the state of the soldiers made Ryan worried.
"Stop attacking!"
Ryan rode a war horse and quickly came to the front of the battlefield, blocking the front of the humans. Seeing his appearance, the soldiers also lowered their heads.
"Lord Ryan, we must kill those evil Werewolves and sacrifice them to the great light, so that He will favor our victory and grant us more sunshine, so that we will no longer be afraid of Northlands's cold and the land that does not grow food."
Ryan Looking at these soldiers, the power of light actually gave them the courage to talk to themselves. You must know that when they saw themselves before, they were all trembling and kneeling on the ground.
"I am the commander of the army. Are you questioning my decision?"
Ryan's indifferent voice echoed in the air, and the soldiers looked at each other. They followed Deities's instructions and rushed out of the trench to kill the evil Orcs, but now Baron Ryan ordered them to stop continuing to attack.
"War, there are ways of war."
The soldiers lowered their heads. They followed the guidance of the light, but they did not dare to resist the noble commander in front of them who had led them against Werewolves from the beginning.
Finally, the weak light on some of the soldiers at the front dimmed. The moment there was no sunshine, the soldiers felt the chill brought by the Northlands winter.
To a certain extent, Lord of Dawn and God of Light are the Deities that humans are most suitable to believe in. Because of their power, there are often no absolute harmful consequences, and they can even truly help humans recuperate their bodies.
It's not like Surtr, who is Twilight, can easily turn believers into Twilight Kin. That kind of change is irreversible and extremely barbaric.
"Go back and hold the defense line and prepare to defend Werewolves's next attack."
Ryan's sharp eyes saw that some soldiers had gray hair on their heads, but he was obviously a young boy. In such a short war, his vitality was lost for most of his life, and he could not live for more than a few years.
Ryan is a little worried. If the battle just lasts for another hour, the humans will lose most of their manpower.
Looking back at the direction in which Werewolves was retreating, although he asked the soldiers to prepare for defense, he felt that his plan had been successful.
Werewolves will most likely not attack Thundercloud County.