Night Battle

The battle began silently in the darkness; it wasn't just Zul'ra's livestock pen that was attacked, but also the tent where Velinde and the others were located, which was attacked at the same time.

A human clad in black armor rode a black mare, brandishing a sword, and charged out of the night. Velinde's six followers instantly rushed forward, their robes shattering, their skin turning from purple to black, hair sprouting from their pores, their skulls elongating, and sharp teeth emerging from their lips, transforming them into giant, upright wolves.

Six Worgen instantly pounced on the black knight, but eight more identical knights charged out of the night. They wore the same black armor and rode the same black mares. They swung their swords and used the momentum of their horses to cut down the Worgen that were attacking their companions, and then charged toward the tent where Velinde was.

"Rip!" The tents in the camp suddenly burst open, and more than a dozen giant black wolves pounced out, instantly pinning the approaching black knights and their horses to the ground. They then unleashed their claws, powerful enough to tear through thin steel, but utterly ineffective against the black knights' armor.

Just as the Black Knights were battling the Worgen, Velinde stood in the shattered tent, watching the battle unfold in the camp with a look of helplessness on her face. Clutching her scythe, she instinctively wanted to turn and run away, but she was caught off guard when a Black Knight blocked her way. Unlike the other knights in Gothic plate armor, his helmet was menacing and covered in spikes.

"Give me the Scythe of Elune." A hoarse voice rang out as the knight in the menacing spiked helmet sat atop a black mare, extending his right hand to Velinde, who was holding the scythe.

"No." Velinde looked at the black knight demanding the scythe and immediately refused. She gripped the scythe tightly in her hand, turned around and headed towards Zul'ra. Just as she turned to run away, two tall Worgen blocked the way for the spiked-helmeted knight who was about to give chase.

Faced with the Worgen blocking his way, the spiked knight sidestepped them, then suddenly drew his longsword and, with the help of the horse's momentum, swung it, beheading one of the Worgen. He then used his skillful horsemanship to cut down another Worgen. Amidst its wounded whimper, he spurred his horse toward Velinde, who was fleeing with a scythe in her hand, but Worgen pounced from the left and right, blocking his path once again.

The hand wearing the iron glove waved weakly before being buried underground. With the help of the Tooth-Soldiers, Zul'ra managed to take down the seven armored men at the cost of four or five of his men being seriously injured. Before he could even catch his breath, a scream came from behind him.

"Zul'ra."

Zul'ra turned her head and saw Velinde running towards her, followed by a black knight wearing a spiked helmet. The entire camp behind her was in chaos. Worgen with long snouts, bent legs, and claws reaching past their knees were fighting the black knight. The Worgen ' ferocity was no match for the black knight's armor and sharp blades.

"Velinde, get down!" Zul'ra shouted as she looked at the spiked knight behind Velinde and threw her longsword.

In the darkness, a flash of light appeared out of nowhere. Velinde ducked down, and the black knight in spiked helmet who was chasing after her was instantly pierced off his horse by a streak of blue light.

"Quick, give me the scythe! He's not dead yet, and I'm out of weapons!" Zul'ra threw her sword, knocking the helmeted knight off his horse. She quickly reached Velinde and reached out to her for the scythe.

When faced with Zul'ra demanding the scythe, Velinde paused for a moment, then subconsciously turned her head. Sure enough, she saw the black mare run away, and the spiked knight who had been knocked off his horse by the blue light actually stood up and grabbed a constantly leaping blue light around his waist.

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"Help me." Velinde clutched the scythe in her arms, her face contorted in struggle before she handed it over, pleading aloud.

"Run!" Zul'ra easily snatched the scythe and pushed her behind him, letting her run with the other Tooth-Soldiers. Those black knights were too powerful; the Worgen was completely at a disadvantage and couldn't gain any advantage in this battle.

"Give me the Scythe of Elune." The spiked knight stood up from the ground, grabbed the cyan light that leaped like a serpent around the waist, and, not giving up, looked at the scythe that Zul'ra was holding in her hand. His hoarse voice, like scraping the bottom of a pot, was devoid of any emotion.

"Then come and take it." Zul'ra gripped the long, spiral-shaped wooden scythe handle in one hand, looking at the spiked knight opposite him who was holding Forest Sword. He called out loudly while feeling the power within the scythe in his hand, but the scythe was resisting him.

"Damn it..." Zul'ra watched the spiked helmeted black knight stride towards him, feeling the resistance of the scythe in his hand. He couldn't help but curse. He could only raise the scythe as a weapon, like an axe, with the fangs forming the scythe tip pointing forward, and slashed fiercely at the opponent.

The scythe was completely unbalanced. Zul'ra swung her weapon and couldn't help but grimac. Unsurprisingly, the knight opposite her dodged the slash and counterattacked with his sword.

Zul'ra awkwardly dodged the opponent's counterattack, then quickly stepped back to try and retrieve his Forest Sword, but unexpectedly, the Forest Sword in the opponent's hand showed no reaction whatsoever.

Not only did Sanra not sense anything, but taking advantage of Zul'ra's momentary lapse in attention, the spiked knight lunged forward and raised his longsword to slash again. This time, unable to dodge, Zul'ra could only raise the handle of his scythe to block the sword.

"Clang." Unexpectedly, the metal blade struck the spiral hilt, making a crisp sound. The wooden hilt did not break. Seeing this, Zul'ra quickly used the scythe handle to deflect the blade, then slammed his shoulder into the opponent, knocking him to the ground.

"Die!" Zul'ra slammed the knight to the ground, hurriedly stepped forward and stomped on his right wrist that was holding the sword. He then raised his scythe and slashed down at the knight with the tip of the scythe. With a snap, the sharp fangs pierced the knight's throat, separating his head from his body.

After severing the knight's head, Zul'ra hurriedly bent down to pick up the Forest Sword he was holding in his other hand, but she was caught off guard by the fact that, without a head, the knight's hand holding the sword had an opening, and he actually swung the sword down at her again.

With her half-hand, bearing four fingers, landing on the ground, Zul'ra, gripping her scythe in one hand, retreated with a livid face, glancing at the headless knight who had stood up. Unexpectedly, the knight tossed aside the Forest Sword, picked up his own head, immediately turned to meet the approaching black mare, mounted it, and rode off.

"Go." Zul'ra didn't bother chasing the fleeing knight, nor did she care about the severed hand on the ground. With a thought, the Forest Sword that the headless knight had dropped flew up again, leaving a trail of blue light, and stabbed towards the black knight who was chasing Velinde and the Tooth-Soldiers in the camp.

Like a string of candied hawthorns, the long blue light connected the necks of the black knights. When the blue light pierced through, eight severed heads rolled off their shoulders, but were grabbed by their owners. They then turned their horses and rode away, disappearing into the rising morning fog, leaving behind only a chaotic camp.