Northwind County, on the battlefield.
Ryan gripped the hilt of his sword, staring at the direction the Demon Kin Demon Kin were heading. When he saw that they did not attack the humans, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and loosened his grip.
"It seems that the Demon Potion is ultimately a man-made thing, and Rosalind has control over this power."
No one can confidently believe they can fully control the power of the Abyss, but fortunately, the current outcome is not bad.
The war has entered a new phase. Werewolves and Demon Kin have gathered in Winter Canyon, and both sides are attacking. Their bloodthirsty powers collide, and the Werewolves here are stronger, refusing to yield an inch to the Demons ' power.
The corpses on the ground were piled up in heaps, and in the distant Earl City, Count Winter couldn't help but want to order a few more rounds of Magic Crystal Cannon fire.
" The Magic Crystal Cannon are half broken; they haven't been repaired carefully enough in recent years."
"And the Werewolves is very close."
Count Winter had to abandon his idea, fearing that the Magic Crystal Cannon's accuracy of ten meters would cause the Demons army to fail.
"They should be able to break in, right?"
Count Winter said uncertainly, "The war in the distance is truly terrifying, after all, it determines so much of the future."
"These Abyssal Monster should be able to win, right?"
Beside Ryan, Viscount Hogg expressed the same question. Ryan looked at him, wondering why the viscount had so many questions under such tension.
"Have no idea."
"Have no idea?"
Viscount Hogg's heart was racing, and he asked:
"Where is Lady Rosalind? That Legendary has yet to appear."
"If the Werewolves Legendary doesn't make a move, the Demon Hunter certainly won't appear."
While answering Viscount Hogg's question, Ryan's gaze never left the distant battlefield.
Suddenly, his expression changed slightly as he saw a group of tall and imposing Wolf Riders appear on the other side of the battlefield.
"They are the brave Werewolves cavalry of the Silvermoon Royal Court."
"The reason why the Fragrant Mountain Plains Fortress was breached was because of their appearance."
"This Orcs Extraordinary Legion is incredibly powerful."
Viscount Hogg's expression was extremely solemn. Since the Werewolves invaded the Northwind Province, the most famous force was this Wolf Riders. They were the last straw that broke the camel's back when the Fragrant Mountain Plains Fortress was breached.
" The Count Winter's Flying Wolf Cavalry lost to them? Lost on their own doorstep?"
When Ryan first saw this cavalry, the towering Warg and the Werewolves warriors exuding a fierce and ruthless aura were indeed awe-inspiring.
High on a distant mountain, Hati, the Werewolves king of the Silvermoon Royal Court, howled in anger, ordering his Wolf Riders to charge into the battlefield of the canyon.
How powerful are they?
Ryan asked, as he was not yet certain that the Demons army would be able to successfully kill the Werewolves.
"You won't want to see this."
Viscount Hogg shook his head, his eyes filled with worry. Ryan wasn't in a hurry; he knew he would get an answer soon.
Awooo—
The powerful Warg leaped out, tackling the Demon Kin to the ground. Its gaping maw tore down, tearing up the black bones along with it. On its back, the Werewolves warrior's claws pierced through the Demon Kin, spraying countless drops of black blood.
More than three thousand Wolf Riders joined the battle, instantly tilting the balance of the war in the direction of the Werewolves. The Werewolves around them cheered and shouted wildly. Many of these Werewolves warriors were the most powerful Werewolves in their clans.
Like the standard-bearers of a tribe, their presence inspires the Werewolves in the midst of war.
"What do we do now?"
"No need to ask Ryan anymore," Viscount Horace, who already had some military talent, said nervously. He could see that the Werewolves had once again gained the upper hand.
"Was that ' Demon Hunter's' method really that useless?"
" Rosalind's Demon Potion came from herself, but the resources were provided by the Mayers Family. However, this method cannot completely eliminate Werewolves, which is not surprising, is it?"
"If the Mayers Family had committed all their resources here, it wouldn't be surprising if they had defeated the Werewolves, one of the Great King courts among the Orcs. After all, they've only indirectly provided some resources."
"The outcome of this war still rests on the shoulders of us nobles of the Northwind Province."
As Ryan spoke, he headed toward a spot near Count Soron.
"Is there any way to contact Count Winter?" Count Soron pointed to the Unicorn Flying Wolf in the sky, and as he called out, the Flying Wolf Cavalry landed in front of them.
"Can you make that decision?"
Ryan looked at the Flying Wolf Cavalry; the other's eyes were very naive.
"He can pass on your message; as the second son of the Count Winter, he is qualified."
Count Soron's words surprised Ryan.
" The Count Winter has descendants."
Count Soron glared at Ryan with annoyance.
"The most important thing for the eldest son of a noble family to inherit his father's Noble Title is to have his own offspring. Don't you know that?"
Forehead...
I have no experience.
"How come I've never heard of this before?"
" The Count Winter's eldest son is studying magic on the West Coast, as is their daughter. This second son is also at the Knight Academy in the Imperial Capital. The reason they are here now is because it is winter."
" The Divine Grace Festival is not far off; he will be having his coming-of-age ceremony."
"So that's how it is."
Ryan nodded, then said to the count's second son:
"Go back and tell your father that I need his Flying Wolf Cavalry to launch a full-scale attack, along with my legion and the Dragonblood Warrior Legion, to attack the Werewolves army."
"Let him give us a response: when the Flying Wolf Cavalry appear in the sky, it will be the call to attack."
"This war must be ended by humanity. The land of Northwind Province shall be protected by the nobles of Northwind."
Before the second son of the count could react, Ryan continued speaking to Count Soron.
"My Lord, you'd better be prepared. This war has reached its most critical moment. The Extraordinary Legion of the Northwind Province may be wiped out in this war."
"Your Dragonblood Warrior Legion, Count Winter's Unicorn Flying Wolf Knights Legion, and my Stag Legion may all be completely wiped out."
"But this is our only chance."
Count Soron nodded without hesitation.
"I know very well what we are facing. The honor of the Soron Family will not be overshadowed by me. I will risk everything to win this war."
Count Soron is different from Count Winter and Ryan. He is a native nobleman of this land. The Soron Family has been here since the moment they became nobles and still exists after hundreds of years.
After speaking, Count Soron looked at his second son.
"Did you hear that? Go back and tell your father that in this war, we will stake everything on the Extraordinary Legion."
The flying wolves took off, but no Flying Wolf Cavalry appeared in the sky for a long time. Clearly, Count Winter was also hesitant.
"It seems he lost quite a few Flying Wolf Cavalry in the war in the western part of the Earldom."
Count Soron already knew how the defenses of the Count Winter Territory had been breached; the Wolf Riders had appeared in the Impossible Mountains to the west.
"If he doesn't make a decision quickly, he might lose more than just the Flying Wolf Cavalry."
Ryan said, his voice not in a hurry at all. Even though the Wolf Riders were already suppressing and killing a large number of Demon Kin, whether it was because the power of the Demon Potion had ended or because the Wolf Riders were really powerful, the tens of thousands of Demons army that seemed to stretch endlessly now appeared somewhat sparse.
Finally, flying wolves appeared in the sky. Their numbers were indeed pitifully small, only a little over a thousand. You should know that the year Ryan took office in the Frozen Earth Territory, Count Winter's Flying Wolf Cavalry numbered as many as three thousand.
"My lord, give the order to attack."
After Ryan finished speaking, he mounted his warhorse and quickly returned to his army. Viscount Hogg beside him nervously packed his armor, intending to charge alongside him.
"The thought of three thousand cavalry charging is exhilarating. If you miss out on a war like this, you'll probably never have another one in your life."
"Don't worry, as a nobleman, I won't die so easily in war."
Viscount Hogg said that he was not afraid to participate directly in the war. In the entire Northwind Province, Ryan had only seen four nobles like him: two earls, Viscount Hogg, and himself.
It's truly of very high quality.
Noblemen who can attract Imperial House women always have something special about them.
"In that case, let's get ready."
The warhorses panted heavily as the Dragonblood Warriors, a fully armed heavy infantry legion, advanced towards the canyon, wielding their greatswords to slash at the Werewolves ahead. The heavy infantry, forming a square formation, were like mobile fortresses on the battlefield. As they advanced, Ryan led the three thousand cavalry behind him, gradually increasing their speed.
This time, they will no longer avoid the topic of cavalry not being able to directly charge into battle.
"Charge!"
Ryan roared loudly, and the three thousand cavalrymen behind him echoed him heavily.
"Glory belongs to the knight—May you triumph!"
The towering warhorses were extraordinary creations; they lowered their heads and galloped wildly towards the densely packed Werewolves army.
"Open a path!"
Ryan roared, his gaze fixed on the Wolf Riders's position. The opponents of the Extraordinary Legion should be the other Extraordinary Legion. The strength of the three Extraordinary Legion should determine the victor of the Wolf Riders today.
Rumble!!!
Thunder rumbled across the sky, and thousands of imposing cavalrymen surged like a torrent across the dark earth towards the horde of Werewolves. On the battlefield, the sudden clash resulted in heavy casualties on both sides. Thousands upon thousands of Werewolves were routed, knocked away, or trampled. Faced with such speed, the knights had no choice but to grip their lances tightly.
"Pierce them!"
Knowing it would be difficult, Ryan still made the choice. As his warhorse galloped, he continuously swung his Knight's Greatsword, slaying the Werewolves that charged at him in a frenzy, and then charged into the depths of the Werewolves army.
All around, Werewolves gradually appeared, their faces contorted with ferocity and bloodlust. Ryan, riding on his warhorse, was only half a head taller than them, while a Werewolves hiding in the shadows could leap out and meet his gaze with ease.
Sizzle!
As the longsword flashed, blood severed the head of the Werewolves staring at him. The next moment, Ryan felt a tremendous force coming from his left arm.
Turning around, Brandt had already sheathed his longsword, and Ryan took the opportunity to fling away the wolf fang that was biting his Mithril Armor and throw the Werewolves's corpse away.
Three thousand cavalrymen became the first army to be surrounded by the Werewolves army. However, at the moment of being surrounded, the Flying Wolf Cavalry in the sky also swooped down. Their target was not the Werewolves around the cavalrymen, but the Silvermoon Royal Court Wolf Riders that had killed too many of their comrades.
"Charge!"
The warhorses galloped forward, continuing their advance; they had to aid the Flying Wolf Cavalry in their battle.
The cavalry advanced slowly, but fortunately, the Dragonblood Warrior Legion finally arrived at the battlefield. Their heavy armor shielded them from all the Werewolves attacks, and their sharp greatswords slashed again and again, carving a bloody path through the chaotic battlefield.
The combination of the two armies allowed them to break through the Werewolves army ahead. By the time they reached the battlefield of the two Wolf Riders, a bloody clash had already taken place. The blood-stained flying wolves took to the air again, and the cavalry and Dragonblood Warrior Legion clashed with the Wolf Riders.
"Charge!"
Bend down, Ryan continued to give orders. On this not-so-wide battlefield, the cavalry made brief charges, while the opposing Wolf Riders also roared and charged towards the cavalry.
The two cavalry forces on the ground collided in an instant. The Warg were knocked away and thrown into the air, Werewolves warhorses lost their hooves and fell to their knees, and the werewolf warriors were pierced through the bodies of the Knight's Lance in mid-air. The knights who fell with their warhorses were also torn apart by more than a dozen Werewolves claws in a short moment. Cracks appeared on their armor and flesh rolled out. As the cavalry of both sides weaved through each other, none of the knights and Werewolves warriors who fell from their mounts survived.
Ryan glanced at his chest; even his Mithril Armor had cracked. It was the damage from two Werewolves comparable to Sky Knight. Their terrifying power and sharp claws were so powerful that even the enchanted Mithril couldn't completely withstand them.
However, he still had the upper hand.
He threw down a Werewolves arm, and thousands of Werewolves blocked the cavalry's path, preventing them from turning around.
Just as Ryan was about to dismount and fight, some of the Flying Wolf Cavalry in the sky landed and pounced on Werewolves werewolves blocking their way.
"Charge!"
The cavalry trampled over them, disrupting the ordinary Werewolves army along with the Flying Wolf Cavalry, and finally gave them a chance to turn their horses around.
On the other side, the Wolf Riders were much simpler; Wolf Riders were even more agile than warhorses turning around and had already charged back towards them.
"Charge!"
The cavalry charged again, the Dragonblood Warrior Legion blocked the Wolf Riders ' rear, and the Flying Wolf Cavalry swooped down for the second time. As Ryan clashed with the two Werewolves leaders once more, the three Extraordinary Legion once again engaged in a bloody and brutal exchange.
Once deeply immersed in it, no one can see what war truly looks like anymore.
On a mountain peak in the Count Winter Territory, Hati, the Silvermoon Werewolf King Hati, had an extremely gloomy look in his eyes. He never expected that this war would be turned around by humans time and time again.
The powerful Silvermoon Royal Court's invasion of a province of the human empire has encountered such fierce resistance.
The Werewolves army was still huge, but Hati knew that this couldn't go on; he couldn't let too many Werewolves die.
Or perhaps he was getting impatient, eager to end the war as quickly as possible, believing that only human blood could wash away this shameful conflict.
Awooo—
As Hati called out, powerful Werewolves emerged from his surroundings, leaping and running through the Mountain Forest. Each of them was a powerful superhuman, and among them were three Legendary Werewolves leaders.
Hati finally made his decision: he would personally intervene to stop the human Legendary and let the other Werewolf Clan leaders use the power of the Legendary to end the war.