Chapter 1211 The Fire on the High Platform

One after another, the howls of wolves were as continuous as the tide.

Everyone who heard such a wolf howling shivered with excitement.

Because there were too many howls of wolves.

Never in their barren imagination had there been so many wolves.

Let alone hearing it with my own ears.

As for seeing it with your own eyes?

Believe me, no one wants to see such a wolf tide with their own eyes.

There would be no bones left.

In the Thunder Fortress, the captured prairie people were originally crawling on the ground in a daze, but when they heard such a wolf howl, they struggled to get up one by one and looked at the source of the wolf howl: Luedri.

"god!"

“It’s God shouting!”

"God has not abandoned us!"

The cheers swept away the previous despair and numbness.

One by one they fell to their knees.

Celebrate in your own way.

The guards outside the prisoner camp were as if they were facing an enemy.

They feared the prisoners would riot.

However, things did not develop in the worst direction. Apart from celebrating, these prisoners did not take any more actions.

This gave the guarding Warren soldiers a sigh of relief.

But soon, they looked towards the north with worry.

The howl of the wolf continues.

There is grassland!

It is the pasture and hometown of grassland people.

Although the grassland people have just been defeated, what will happen with such a wolf howling?

No one knows.

In other words, no one dares to speculate.

Rock, the wizard trained by the Warren royal family, called over the messenger with a solemn expression.

"Go and tell His Majesty and His Highness the news here."

"Yes, sir."

The messenger nodded and immediately rode forward.

Watching the messengers go away, Rock looked to the north again.

"The Troubled Warren."

The wizard sighed.

Then, he quickly returned to the camp and issued one order after another.

In just a few minutes, the entire camp was operating in an orderly manner.

After doing all this, Rock took a deep breath, and then looked at the secret message that appeared silently on his desk just before the wolf howled.

The letter is full of deception and solicitation.

The signature is unknown.

But Rock can guess that the person who can tell the contents of the secret letter must be someone who knows Warren and the Warren royal family very well.

Who is this guy?

Rock doesn't know.

But he knew what to do.

The wizard with a cold face threw the secret message into the charcoal brazier.

call!

The flames in the charcoal brazier suddenly jumped up and quickly devoured the secret letter.

There's a chance the prairie people could make a comeback.

But at this moment, something strange happened inside Warren.

Warren's ultimate fate is undoubtedly not optimistic.

Rock is very clear about this.

But what he also knew was that he was a wizard who the Warren royal family had invested a lot of resources into cultivating.

Facing the precarious Warren...

How could he leave and accept being coaxed.

What he wants to do is repay the Warren royal family.

Glory is my life.

This is the knight's declaration.

He is not a knight.

He is a wizard.

The wizard values ​​knowledge more. He respects the value of knowledge and respects the people who give him knowledge.

For this, he can go through fire and water and be shattered to pieces.

"Come on, let me see who you really are!"

A low spell sounded from the wizard's mouth, and the letter that was burned to ashes in the brazier floated up again, looking like ashes.

And it keeps changing.

…

Enmode was riding on a war horse, with his beloved long bow on his back and his scimitar hanging on his waist. However, the long bow had long been broken and the scimitar was also full of gaps.

Even the war horse he raised by himself was the only one left.

He broke through Warren's blockade.

but……

Raising his head, Enmod looked at the scattered tribesmen, his young face full of confusion.

There is not only confusion about the future, but also fear.

The young Enmode knew very well that with the current number of tribesmen, even if they returned to the pastures belonging to their own tribe, they would only be annexed by other tribes.

Their relatives, cattle and horses will be divided as spoils of war.

And they, the only remaining warriors?

Hanged or beheaded.

Nothing else is possible.

what to do?

what to do?

Enmorden asked himself.

Not only the young En Morden, but also the tribesmen of En Morden, as well as the leaders and warriors of other grassland tribes who were also defeated, were all thinking about this issue.

The confusion and fear caused by the unknown permeate everyone's hearts.

It turned into a terrifying force and was about to devour these grassland people.

And at this moment——

Ah woo hoo!

A loud, continuous howl came.

One sound after another struck hard in the hearts of these prairie people.

These defeated prairie people were shaken all over.

They all recovered from that special state.

They were in a trance.

They don't know what just happened.

However, this does not prevent them from cheering.

"is God!"

"Our God!"

One after another, the prairie people jumped off their horses and knelt down toward the place where the wolf howled, their foreheads pressed tightly to the ground.

Their mouths kept ringing with the words of prayer that they had learned from their fathers.

The sound went from chaotic to neat in just a moment.

And when the uniform voice sounded, the confusion and fear seemed to disappear at this moment, and the remaining power disappeared without a trace.

…

In the snow forests and mountains in the northern part of the grassland.

In a hidden canyon, a dark shadow gathered under a high platform.

On a high platform the size of a millstone, the blazing flames shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, from the initial size of a wheel to the size of a torch.

The black shadow looked at this scene and were overjoyed.

He is about to succeed!

This is such an anticipated scene!

But at the next moment, the shrinking flame suddenly grew in size. Not only did it return to its original state, it even expanded, directly covering the entire high platform.

ah!

The screams of misery could not be suppressed from the black shadow's mouth.

He was burned by the flames on the high platform.

The pain from his soul made his whole body tremble.

but……

More anger!

He certainly has reason to be angry.

Because the plan he thought was meticulous and flawless failed.

The guy he killed actually left something behind.

"Wolf faction! White wolf!"

"I can kill you once!"

"I can kill your disciples in the same way!"

"I want to make the word wolf faction a thing of the past!"

The black figure howled loudly, and its entire face was twisted into a ball, looking ferocious and terrifying.

But what was even more chilling was that the shadow under his feet also twisted with the other person's face, like a strange snake.

Then this strange snake looked up to the sky and hissed.

The surrounding shadows, as if in response, began to squirm with the long hissing.

Like a group of snakes dancing around.