Monarch of Evernight

The results shocked the entire Emerald Sea, where tribal chiefs and sacrifices gathered to discuss threats from the Great Corridor. Artillery boats, fire networks and dense arrays are new things they've never seen, even the most knowledgeable werewolves have only heard of them.

Naturally, in such circumstances, there would be little outcome to the discussion, and the vast majority of the meetings would be spent in curses and roars. It often takes ten and a half days for a large number of chiefs and grand sacrifices to come together to discuss an outcome. This is also the rhythm used to by the tribal wolves.

Tribal habits divide the year into two phases: sowing and harvesting, hunting and resting. Whatever the name is, the essence can be distinguished by the availability and absence of food. Tribal werewolves are also used to doing two things a year, one season at a time.

Yet just before the sheikhs and sacrifices had translated their shock into full outbursts of anger, Askar, Count Gard, who had been marked as a werewolf, had long demonstrated a completely different determination, leading a large army that swept over a dozen werewolf tribes outside the Emerald Sea, and was increasing at the rate of two to three tribes per day.

The Earl Chiefs of the two major tribes were killed by Askar and Xu Jingxuan in a joint effort to challenge Askar. Originally, Askar was an excellent fighter. His sniping ability was a rare master among the Lycans. He also had to give several high-grade weapons at night to completely compensate for his melee weaknesses, and his battle power rose in a straight line. The ordinary Earl strong could not escape under his command.

As a result of such threats, the Great Chiefs and the Sacrifices had to put aside their traditions and reach an unprecedented agreement at an unprecedented rate, marshalling more than 200,000 armies and pressing them into the Great Corridor.

Instead, Askar dared not to push too hard, leading the ministry too close to the forward line, converging with the 50,000 integrated units just arrived in the rear, forming a large army of nearly 100,000, building work on the spot, and staunch the confrontation.

When people's work and firepower combine with werewolves' courage, suddenly there is amazing power. Several large-scale attacks by the Emerald Seawolves failed to defend the Great Corridor Line, except for the dumping of tens of thousands of bodies. In one case, the attack did not even rush to the Line of Defense and was hit back by a bullet storm.

The two sides began to confront each other, and reinforcements continued to arrive. Soon, more than 300,000 troops were assembled on the side of the Emerald Sea, while Askar's forces approached 200,000.

As soon as the army had gathered, the tribal chiefs of the Emerald Sea were unable to hold on to their sexuality and a duel broke out.

A huge number of advantages finally counteracted the firepower of the Great Corridor, and the Emerald Seawolves rushed to the defensive line to enter the familiar battle of the White Blades. But the toughness of the battle line between the people and the werewolves still far exceeds the expectations of the Emerald Seawolves, and the warriors of the people who were supposed to collapse were similarly stirred up by the bloodthirsty battle because there was no way out and because of the special death struggle of their fellow werewolves.

The bloody battle lasted from afternoon until dusk, in the middle of the battlefield and in the air, and the strong on both sides were struggling to kill. Because Xu Jingxuan and the mercenary generals joined him and dominated the Great Corridor in the Battle of the Strong, Askar killed two Count Chiefs unaccompanied with more than a dozen swords in his heart.

At night, the already exhausted parties finally blew the retreat horn, and the Emerald Seawolves retreated to the departure position, while the Lycans of the Great Corridor remained on the defensive line.

The middle of the two armies, already filled with corpses, were ethnic, but the vast majority were werewolves. Nearly 100,000 werewolves became corpses in battle, and tens of thousands more were seriously injured and unable to act. With the reality of the Lycan tribe, rare medicines and even less time for herbs to reach the battlefield, they were unlikely to be healed and could only wait for death in pain.

The results of the bloodshed appear to be evenly divided in the autumn, yet the casualties in the Emerald Sea far exceed those of the opponents, with nearly 100,000 serious injuries and deaths, making the comparison of the two sides 200,000 to 150,000. The quantitative advantage of the Emerald Sea is no longer as great as it was at first, while the large corridor still dominates the defensive work.

Chiefs and sacrifices started arguing, waiting for reinforcements to fight for further offense.

At this point, the wolves of the Great Corridor made a surprising move by sending a team of soldiers to sweep the battlefield and transport the wounded back to their positions, whether they belonged to the Great Corridor or the Emerald Sea.

Can these wounded still be treated? The Chiefs and the Sacrifices were shocked to discover that the morale of the warriors was rapidly declining. Chiefs and sacrifices do not lack intelligent figures, and decide to strike hard at night. The night is a werewolf's world, and ethnic fighters on the big corridor side are weakened more at night.

That night, the bloody battle broke out again and continued until dawn.

The scale and cruelty of this bloody battle is beyond the memory of all werewolves, whether in the Emerald Sea or in the Great Corridor. Even in the era of spoken ancestral pioneering, there has never been such a battle.

From daylight until dawn, more than 300,000 werewolves were killed and more than half of the 20,000 ethnic fighters accompanying the march were wounded. Only 100,000 werewolves are left on the side of the Emerald Sea, and 80,000 more can stand across the Great Corridor Coalition. Both sides were exhausted, and even the mighty swayed.

As dawn arrives, dawn gradually brightens the earth. As dawn descends, there is also a hidden earthquake. The vibrations come from the direction of the emerald sea, clear and rhythmic.

The wolves of the Great Corridor stood up one by one, silently looking away. Despite just half the wounds, Escar pushed away the ethnic medics and struggled to get up. He walked across the crowd to the front of the line of defense, his eyebrows locked tight, his eyes deeply worried, and his fears hidden poorly.

In the direction of the emerald sea, the smoke swept up and swept away. A huge thing swept out of the smoke and suddenly fell into the land of war beasts.

It was a tens of metres tall, covered with armor made of white bone, innumerable beast fangs and long horns embedded on the bone's armor, making it a terrible moving fortress.

After the war, it was a vast army that could not see the end. Countless werewolf warriors came running, and their footsteps shook the earth, but still couldn't hide the walking point like an ancient drum of war.

Werewolves in the Emerald Sea burst into a tsunami roar of landslides, and many warriors turned into werewolf battle patterns, rising to heaven.

Ancient wars, which have existed for centuries, have been an important chapter in the history of the Lycans. For the first time in almost three decades.

This is the seat of the White Bone Duke and the symbol of the White Bone Duke. In the eyes of the Emerald Seawolf, the Duke is the symbol of terror and death, irreversible and irresistible. And this memory lasted at least 300 years.

Askar's hair rose and the fear in his eyes swept away. He similarly made a long growl, spitting blood in his mouth and laughing, "I didn't know that one day we little figures could strike out His Highness the White Bone! Even if he dies here, it's worth it! ”

Xu Jingxuan sneered at him. "I don't want to die yet. My youngest son is only a year old, and I want to see him again. ”

"Sooner or later, the cubs are going to war, aren't they? ”

“Yeah, maybe one day he'll die in the hands of the Duke of White Bones.” Xu Jingxuan said, gradually straightening his chest, the initial fear has gone nowhere.

He glanced at Askar and said, "I never thought that one day I would fight alongside a werewolf. ”

“Nor did I expect to be friends with former enemies. ”

When Xu Jingxuan was about to say something, he suddenly trembled all over his body. His face instantly grew pale. Several wounds on his body collapsed due to muscle height tension. The blood fog stained the armor red again.

Escar's response was even stronger, with skeletons ringing like a heavy mountain, making it extremely difficult to straighten up. He still struggled to lift his head, crushing his bones here, and no longer wanted to face the mountain in a crawling position.

The sky became dark, as if to return to the night. Irresistible repression quietly covered the entire field, and the wolves of the Emerald Sea knelt on their knees, claiming the fame of the White Bone Duke. Most of the wolves on the side of the Great Corridor also knelt down and the fear grabbed them tightly, saying words that they didn't even know were curses or begging for forgiveness.

Centuries of cumulative, irresistible forces in the field of terror, the instant crackdown on the entire scene, instantly wiped out the results of the previous bloody war between the Lycans of Askar and the Great Corridor.

This is the king of the Emerald Sea of King's Landing for centuries, the Duke of White Bones. His presence makes the struggle of all werewolves meaningless. A generation of werewolves deported to the Great Corridor can only rush towards Zheng Guo, smashing bones into the nation's steel fortress with simple wood and iron chips, and dare not return to kill to the Emerald Sea.

Yet at this moment, the dawn of the dawn suddenly breaks through the darkness of the sky, and a giant battleship leaps out of the void towards the battlefield.

In the eyes of werewolves and ethnic warriors, this huge and unprecedented battleship burns light and fire, dividing the realm of the White Bone Duke in an incredibly elegant manner, the battlefield of King's Landing.

This is a true King's Landing, and compared to this hundred meters floating warship, white bone figurines look like a big toy, and those sharp long teeth and giant pricks can hardly threaten an airborne warship, while its seemingly stubborn bone armor can withstand the warship's main artillery bombardment.

The real strong on both sides saw that the light and fire surrounding the battleship were merely illusions, a fierce collision and friction of forces on both sides as they tore apart the White Bone Duke domain. Such a wide area of killing cannot be less intense, but it looks like the battleship easily tore open the realm of the White Bone Duke.

Whether easy or difficult, the Duke of White Bones has already lost a plate, at least in the field.

Seeing the hidden and familiar figure on the bow of the battleship, the Great Corridor warriors burst out shouting tsunami-like cheers, and many werewolves escaped their previous extreme fears and shouted ‘My King’.

Standing at the bow of a battleship for thousands of nights, overlooking the battlefield below. From his perspective, you can see a three-storey bone palace built on the back of that white elephant, gorgeous, just too pale in tone, with a decaying atmosphere from the inside out.

The top door of the palace opened and the Duke of White Bones walked onto the terrace, looking up at the warship in the air. Hate, anger and suspicion can still be seen in his eyes, even though a beastbone mask obscured most of his face.

The White Bone Duke's strange voice rang, like a wave, all over the battlefield: “Where are the ignorant youngsters, who dare to provoke in the Emerald Sea even if you can do so? There is just one ornament missing from my altar's totem pole. Fill it with you! ”