The knight stroked his warhorse with one hand, trying to soothe it; he could sense the fear the horse was displaying.
In his other hand, he held the source of the warhorse's fear, a blazing torch that crackled and hissed, revealing that the torch was of poor quality.
As a result, a significant amount of the burning grease dripped onto the ground, and the soil was unable to extinguish it.
"Remember, don't rush in. Getting caught in the Werewolves army means certain death."
"If any team makes a mistake, the centurion will be punished!"
Ryan turned around and sternly reprimanded, while the knights behind him clenched their fists and slammed them into their chests, producing a clear and heavy metallic clang.
"Now, let us witness the victory in this war."
"As you wish."
Thousands of cavalry cannot charge together. Putting aside the question of where such a large cavalry legion would be heading, the oilcloths on the horses' tails would make the cavalry charge extremely difficult.
He poured the last drop of water from the kettle onto the horse's tail, Ryan then lit the oilcloth on fire. Even Horse King like Winter's Chill felt the burning heat from behind and became agitated.
"Charge!"
Ryan was surrounded by three hundred Knight Retainer, the largest force among thousands of cavalry. As the flames blazed and the warhorses galloped across the land, the fiery trails attracted much attention.
Ryan didn't care about anything else and led his knights toward the battlefield of Werewolves and Demons.
He did not charge straight into that battlefield. Cavalry must never charge in, otherwise, men and horses alike would either be killed by Werewolves or Demons; there was no third outcome.
Surrounding the edge of the battlefield, the flames in Ryan's palm transformed into the shape of a longsword, slashing towards the Werewolves in front of him. A gap was torn in the Werewolves army, and then the surrounding Werewolves were sent flying by the terrifying force of the warhorses' charge.
They tried to get up, but there was no chance. Iron hooves trampled them, and the knights on top of them plunged their lances into the Werewolves ' bodies.
"Smash it!"
Ryan threw a wooden oil jug first. The incoming weapon made the Werewolves instinctively swing his claws and tear the oil jug apart. Before he could even react to what the pungent smell was, the human warhorse had already charged past him.
The warhorse charged forward, but left a few sparks behind it, which landed on the dark liquid.
"Not hot enough..."
Ryan turned his head, then drew his Beast Bow from his horse, drew the bowstring, and shot an arrow with flames burning at the tip. These flames were formed from the Knight Battle Aura and instantly pierced through dozens of meters of ground, landing on the Werewolves was covered in black oil.
"Ah!!!"
Once the first flame ignites, the rest will be drawn in, and the flames will instantly illuminate the earth. Hundreds of Werewolves howl and run wildly like headless flies. At this moment, they can no longer care about the clan leader's orders, nor can they perceive what their surroundings look like.
"Don't let them run outside!"
Ryan kept drawing back his Beast Bow. This was the strength of the Stag Legion: they could be powerful infantry, cavalry, archers, or even mounted archers.
The skills they mastered each required other knights to spend years of dedicated training to acquire.
Arrows shot down the Werewolves that tried to run away, forcing Werewolves to head towards the center of the battlefield, where there were more Werewolves.
On the battlefield, dozens of towering flames ignited, the burning flames seemingly surrounding the battlefield of Werewolves and Demons from all directions. The charging cavalry were unstoppable by any enemy, and the ground trodden by their iron hooves left trails of flames.
"Find the leaders of those clans."
"Kill them!"
Ryan's first words were addressed to Egil, who was following behind Ryan.
His second sentence was addressed to the Foxskin Brunamigis, a citizen of Gam who possessed unimaginable archery skills, as astonishing as Brock's craftsmanship, especially after he had fully embarked on the path of transcendence.
The people of Gam and the people of Fenrir must cooperate at this moment. Ryan doesn't know the outcome, but he has no other choice now.
"Disrupt the Werewolves war."
"This is our only chance to win."
As soon as Ryan finished speaking, Egil howled, and three White Wolf appeared around him. He heard Ryan's words, but only what Ryan had said to him.
Upon discovering the clan leaders of the Werewolves, Egil charged out, dismounted his warhorse, mounted his White Wolf, and plunged into the tens of thousands of Werewolves soldiers, wildly slaughtering the clan leaders.
On the other side, when the Foxskin Brunamigis closed his eyes and opened them again, all the sounds around him seemed to disappear. He looked at the densely packed Werewolves on the battlefield, and the arrow in his hand drew a beautiful arc, piercing through one Werewolves and pinning another tall Werewolves to the ground.
Egil turned his head wildly, then turned back and severed the Werewolves's head.
For a full hour, thousands of cavalrymen, carrying blazing flames, galloped across the battlefield, traversing the chaotic, muddy land, completely disrupting the Werewolves ' rhythm.
Unable to wage war smoothly, the Werewolves were gradually dragged into despair by the Demon Kin of the Abyss. Just as Count Soron could see, the fearless Demon Kin were even more cruel than Werewolves Werewolves, fighting them with a desire for destruction.
Without orders, the Werewolves could only fight on their own. They didn't feel anything, but from the overall perspective of the war, the Werewolves here were gradually losing ground, after all, the human cavalry in the distance were still harassing them.
The cavalrymen gradually gathered together, cut off parts of the horses' tails with their longswords, and the oilcloth burned for a long time. If they continued, the horses' rumps would be on fire.
They stopped in the distance of the battlefield, the heavy breathing of their warhorses echoing the fiery red sky ahead.
Ryan raised his Beast Bow, and a burning arrow streaked across the sky for a thousand meters, striking the center of the Werewolves army. In an instant, the black oil in the hundreds of oil jugs piled up there was ignited, and the towering flames emitted a brilliance comparable to the Sun. The boiling flames swept in all directions, and hundreds and thousands of Werewolves fled in terror.
Beside him, Brandt and the other knights also drew their Beast Bow, and flaming arrows rained down. Due to the distance, the arrows had limited killing power against the Werewolves, but the flames that followed burned endlessly on the ground, terrifying countless Werewolves.
Setting down the Beast Bow, Ryan gripped the hilt of his sword, his eyes lost in thought.
" The Werewolves are in defeat."
Viscount Hogg was incredibly excited. The power of Werewolves was already deeply ingrained in people's minds, but now they had actually defeated a group of Werewolves. On this terrifying battlefield, he saw countless Werewolves die, and he also saw that the living Werewolves were afraid of the power of humans and fled.
"This is not the end of the war."
Ryan looked further into the distance. Where were they now?
In Count Winter Gorge, which is several kilometers outside Count Winter's territory.
However, before they arrived, the Werewolves had already broken through Count Winter's defenses and entered the Earldom.
The war at this moment is merely to reopen a breach, exposing the only path to everyone; it can be said to be filling the hole left by the Count Winter's previous failed defenses.
boom!!!!
The flames produced a violent explosion, followed by a second one.
Ryan looked toward the distant mountain peaks, where magical light shimmered.
" Magic Crystal Cannon, with such a long range?"
The booming sounds shook the earth as Count Winter finally responded, but the casualties inflicted on the Werewolves by the Magic Crystal Cannon enraged the Silvermoon Werewolf King.
High on the mountain, the fluttering banners represented the Silvermoon Royal Court. Hati, the Silvermoon Werewolf King, let out a bloodthirsty roar in the direction of the Magic Crystal Cannon, and then thousands of Werewolves charged toward the mountain peak where the Magic Crystal Cannon were located.
Then, Hati looked at the other side of the canyon, where flames were raging.
"Shameless humans! Damn nobles, I will kill you all and let your blood flow forever in the Holy Grail!"
Hati howled angrily, and the next moment, at his command, more Werewolves turned around and charged towards the human army that was supporting them from outside.
Hati looked back at the Mage Tower in the void and cursed in frustration.
"Woman, I will definitely break your damn shell!"
The Space Mage's methods were too bizarre. Hati didn't want to take action, but after he did, he discovered that the void within this noble territory had already been covered with a dense array of magical formations set up by that woman.
How long has he been here? And how long has that woman, as Countess Winter, occupied the void of this land?
Thirty years!
The Countess Winter's thirty years of hard work made the Earldom unbreakable. Even the Legendary Werewolves king Hati could not make thirty years of effort go to waste in a short time.
However, now is not the time to act ruthlessly. Hati needs to deal with the human army and the human soldiers covered by the power of the Abyss. Hati is certain that humans a hundred years ago would never have dared to do this. A hundred years later, they actually dare to let the power of the Abyss appear openly in the war.
Damn it!
Awooo—
Wolf howls echoed from all directions, and Ryan looked toward the canyon.
"Have Count Soron order the Dragonblood Warrior Legion to retreat."
He looked to the other side.
"The power of the Abyss will go forth."
He gazed into the Abyss and was thus marked by Abyss. In the darkness, he could sense that the Demon Kin army was advancing in that direction, and if the Dragonblood Warrior Legion did not retreat, it would likely be drawn into it.
"What's he doing? He ordered the attack first, and now he wants to retreat?!"
Count Soron was somewhat unwilling; the Dragonblood Warrior Legion had paid a heavy price to advance to its current position.
Are we going to go back to square one again?
"What you mean, Lord Ryan, is that in the previous war, your army needed to intercept the Werewolves reinforcements, but now it is no longer necessary."
The knight said this, and after Count Soron's chest heaved, he still said:
"Alright, I got it. Tell Ryan that if we can't win this war, I'll definitely settle the score with him!"
" Lord Ryan will never fail."
"We absolutely cannot lose this war."
In the Frozen Earth Territory, on Rhino Horn Mountain, Avril and Borgeld are together.
The girl was somewhat worried, and somewhat irritable.
Yes, two young girls, but Borgeld doesn't seem to be that gentle.
"If you can't afford to lose, why don't you want me to come along?"
Borgeld was very dissatisfied. After the war in the Frozen Earth Territory ended, she was not allowed to go to the war in the south.
" The Armored Bear have suffered too many losses; you will not be able to participate in the later stages of the war."
Avril said that when she heard that Borgeld had led the Armored Bear Legion in a life-or-death battle with the Werewolves from beginning to end, she still admired the Legion Commander.
However, Ryan told her the price behind the glory: the Armored Bear Legion had lost more than half of its members. It was either the Armored Bear died and the men lived, or the men died Armored Bear lived. But for this Extraordinary Legion's special extraordinary path, the death of either side was an irreparable loss.
Whether it's a bear or a person, this could potentially jeopardize their entire extraordinary future.
Previously in the Andara Kingdom, the Church's Feather Dragon Legion suffered heavy losses and was ordered by the Pope to return to the Holy Mountain to recuperate, so as to prevent this Extraordinary Legion from becoming a thing of the past.
The Armored Bear Legion is now facing the same problem.
"Then I can go there myself."
Borgeld retorted, expressing her longing to participate in the war there, and that she could live amidst the conflict.
"You need to understand that you are not just one person; the Armored Bear Legion is part of you."
Avril said softly:
"Moreover, with so many people suddenly appearing in the Frozen Earth Territory, we need your help. The people of Bilki need time to adapt to life in the Frozen Earth Territory."
Borgeld fell silent. Before Ryan left, many of Bilki's people came to the Frozen Earth Territory from Otherworld, and once they came, they would never return.
"The snow has frozen half of the lakes north of Bilki, and the population pressure will bring many problems and conflicts that you need to solve."
"I'm planning to build villages and towns around Northgar Lake. What do you think?"
" Armored Bear like it there."
Avril said that the lake visible from Rhino Horn Mountain was very large, large enough to hold many people.
"It's up to you to decide."
Borgeld had no advice on this matter, but he couldn't help asking hesitantly.
"Will putting that sword back thaw the frozen lake in Bilki?"
Will it turn into a hot spring?
Avril lowered her head and then shook it.
"He said no, if he could, he couldn't take the sword with him."
"The power left behind by the Frost Lord can no longer sustain the entire world."
Borgeld said nothing more, only speaking after a long while.
"I've been to Fenrir and Gam's world. It was cold, colder Bilki, a different kind of cold. It's dead, and maybe even history won't remember it."
After listening, Avril thought for a moment, and then said:
"I haven't had much to do lately, so how about we write the next chapter of history?"
"To commemorate those hometowns that are also blurred in my memory."
Borgeld nodded, then got up and left.
"Then I'll go find the priest. I don't know the history of Bilki."
"Good."
Avril breathed a sigh of relief, but worry still lingered in her eyes.
"Can he win?"
" The Frost Lord's power never fails in any war. Even if it costs everything, the Frost Lord will not hesitate to bring defeat to the enemy."
"He has never lost."
Borgeld's departing figure left behind a single sentence.