If there is anything in this world that is still equal, then that thing must be called death, and neither gods nor mortals can escape the end of death, the difference is only when it will usher in this ending.

Even after the death of the gods, their souls will fall into eternal sleep, waiting to be carried away by the endless, called and recorded river of souls, and usher in a new life that has no entanglement with the past.

Unless you can successfully resurrect before the [rebirth], or you can get rid of the influence of the soul river, and get rid of one of the most basic laws in this crystal wall system.

Death can indeed be resurrected, as can several other knights, but as they feared, the Baltic Empire has prepared in advance to prevent them from resurrecting from death again.

Death has fallen into the abyss of death, but this seemingly awkward statement tells how the Atila Empire is facing a predicament at this time, losing death, the tacit cooperation between the three knights seems to be missing, as if it has left the water, and it can't even escape from the chopping board.

The afterglow of the sun's explosion has not completely dissipated, and the wind blowing in the distance still carries the heat of the skin, and the legend who has made a good start has set his sights on the other three knights, who want to expand the results of the battle as soon as possible, and firmly grasp the initiative in this battle, until the final victory.

The demise of death only brings the drama known as the Death of the Empire of Attila into the climax, and there are still three knights on the field: war, famine, and plague, and it is not yet the end of the play.

It is obvious that the war has become the next target after death, after the most targeted death has been eliminated, the war as a commander has become the primary target, and in addition, due to the need to support death, all aspects of the war have been seriously affected, even from his appearance, his movements, you can feel the weakness of this knight.

Soon, the Baltic Empire's armies were successful, and they managed to break the left hand of the war with magic, making his attacks weak and less threatening.

Legendary warriors are already guarding the casters, and there is no room for them to interfere in the attack, even if they use bows and arrows to attack from a distance, it may interfere with the casting of those spellcasters next to them.

Through the analysis of these knights, it is very likely that they will blow up their own demise if they are unable to defeat and escape.

However, the death of death still greatly boosted the morale of the Baltic Empire, they began to sing all kinds of songs, let out inexplicable cheers, into the battle, all of them have begun to enjoy the taste of victory, want to go to the banquet after the victory, it is absolutely unstoppable, unforgettable, grand banquet.

On the other battlefield in the sky, the Thunderbird's defenses were already showing signs of collapse, and a small number of horned eagles and griffons rushed into the Thunderbird's ranks, frantically attacking, and frantically causing problems for these Thunderbirds.

Their numbers were less than a third of what they had started after a long battle, especially with the two dragons, but their madness had terrified the Thunderbirds in the midst of their high morale.

The Thunderbirds didn't run away, they knew that it was useless to run away at this time, they knew that even if they turned around and fled, they wouldn't be able to escape the enemy's hunt, and even if they chose to surrender now, they would still be torn to pieces by these crazy griffins.

But the fear that emerged in their hearts still limited their abilities, and after being broken through the lightning defenses, they no longer had much ability to resist, and even they themselves didn't know what to do now, as if they couldn't do anything but wail.

Wyverns and dragons were equally precarious, and with their numerical inferiority, they saw no hope of victory, but they were still trying to fight back, whether it was due to the arrogance of the dragons or their loyalty to the Attila Empire, which kept them going until the last moment, even if they were to surrender, it would be until the time when Attila was powerless.

They believed that the Baltic Empire was willing to accept their surrender, because they were wyverns and dragons, with dragon blood, and they were a precious class of troops that could be courteous wherever they were, and that was also the reason why they refused to surrender.

The cunning dragons and wyverns believe that if they hold on to the final surrender, they will definitely be able to obtain different status and treatment, and maybe even surpass those who joined the Baltic Empire early.

If the battlefield in the sky is still just a disadvantage, then the battle on the ground is really entering the countdown to the end, and the tough Beamon finally fell.

He was really unwilling to die like this, at the hands of those vile and cunning giants, and died because of the loss of physical strength in such a wheel battle, but no matter how unwilling, no matter how regretful and angry, he couldn't stop death from approaching.

At Beamon's feet, there are already more than thirty corpses of giants, in addition to the stone giant and the frost giant, you can also see the corpses of the hill giants, these tough guys are also not Beamon's opponents.

It is worthy of being able to have the title of the overlord of the land, a race like a giant is not much different from a child in front of such a giant beast, and if Beamon wants to escape, they can't even stop it.

Repeatedly confirming that Beamon had lost his breath of life, the giants began to hug each other, and couldn't help but let out loud cheers, not only to celebrate their victory over the enemy, but also to celebrate their survival in this brutal battle, not to be one of those corpses.

Beamon was the strongest enemy they had ever encountered, and even in the epics of their recorded races, there was no such enemy who could inflict such casualties on them in the face of near-triple-digit giants.

If anyone stood in front of Beamon at this time, it was hard to believe that this giant beast had lost its breath of life, and his back was covered with various scars, which were full of throwing axes and javelins, and blood was still falling from the wounds.

This may be the last Beamon of the main plane, after the death of this Beamon, this race will be completely wiped out in this world, and this is a certain representation of barbarism being finally eliminated by civilization, if you only know that such a blind battle without continuation, no matter how strong it is, it can only be abandoned by this era of continuous progress.

The giants' cheers soon ended, and they left a few men to take care of the wounded and watch over the spoils they had paid a great deal of, while the others took their weapons that could still be used, and began to run to another battlefield.

The remains of Beamon would be the best trophy they could ever harvest, and their deeds would continue to be passed down hundreds of years, and their descendants would be honored and their names would be celebrated.

In the center of the ground battlefield, under Hogg's command, the only remaining gnolls and werewolves began to try to break through, and after seeing that Beamon had been killed by the giants, they had no intention of continuing to stubbornly resist.

It is rumored that werewolves and jackals, who are more loyal than the white bears and mammoths, are actually not as loyal as imagined, and they will also make choices for their lives.

Even Hogg inevitably made such a choice, before he was a loyal vassal of the Attila Empire, he was the leader of the gnolls, the most prestigious gnolls in the entire Northlands.

Even those gnolls who have joined the Baltic Empire are still very respectful in their attitude towards Hogg, and if Hogg is willing to surrender at this time, then the gnolls in the empire will definitely be willing to vouch for it.

If he really wanted to surrender, Hogg chose to surrender early, and he would not delay until this time, he still had no intention of joining the Baltic Empire, but wanted to let the gnolls who followed him get out of this battlefield.

Whether it was the ice fields further north, or the uninhabited areas of the Ural Mountains and the Norwegian Mountains, the gnoll man always found a place to live, believing that no matter how harsh the environment, the gnoll would survive and thrive.

However, the premise of these is that he can lead the troops here to successfully break through the enemy's encirclement, and it seems that it is not easy to break through at this time.

In the case of gaining the upper hand, his enemy adopted a steady approach, shrinking the entire encirclement, preferring to advance at a slower pace than giving them a chance to break through, and firmly maintaining a neat formation.

It is precisely at such a time when the victory is already in hand, and it is all the more impossible to take it lightly, and the conservative tactics are to prevent the confirmed results from slipping through the fingers.

Their opponent is Hogg, a jackal who has been an adult for many years, and he is a character that must not be underestimated, no matter how slim it is, he can't show flaws to the other party.

Neither side has the help of the caster, it is a collision of pure tactics and tactics, wills and wills, but the gap in equipment cannot be bridged.

Attacks from bed crossbows and catapults inflicted heavy casualties on the werewolves and gnolls of the Attila Empire, with almost every salvo capable of killing double-digit enemies.

In addition, the rain of arrows from the centaurs has not stopped, and the gnolls and werewolves who provide long-range support in the center can only focus on how to defend against the rain of arrows, and there is no way to provide long-range support to their companions in front.

This situation became even worse when the giants were involved in the battle, and the giants with two-handed axes and great clubs were able to inflict unimaginable casualties with each sweep.

Almost every minute, every second, the surrounding companions kept falling, the number of jackals and werewolves was drastically decreasing, and by the time the Baltic Empire stopped attacking, there were no enemies on the field who could stand.

The Empire's gnoll forces have entered the battlefield, and the gnolls with their keen sense of smell are actually very suitable for such work as cleaning the battlefield, they can always find their companions who are not dead in such chaotic battlefields, find enemies hiding in corpses in an attempt to fool around, and those trophies that are hidden on their bodies and have a lot of value.

Aside from being physically stronger and more equipped, there is not much difference between these Baltic Empire gnolls and the Atila Empire's gnolls.

Even those who have won and those who have fallen to the ground have a close connection in their blood, they have the same ancestors, and they have similar blood flowing in their veins.

From time to time, there were sporadic firefights on the ground, and the soldiers who were unwilling to die tried to hide in the corpses for a final struggle, but the gnolls had been cleared out by the enemy with ranged weapons before they could erupt.

The wounded soldiers belonging to their companions were found, and due to the smooth progress of the battle, these wounded soldiers were not in large numbers, and they were to be moved to makeshift camps before the evening.

In the case of a severe blow to the caster, the Dryads and Forest Spirits who did not die at Beamon's hands became excellent doctors, and they could ensure that the injuries of these wounded soldiers, if not healed, would not continue to deteriorate.

The sporadic resistance was quickly cleared, and it was clear that at the last moment there was a desire to break through and leave the battlefield, but in the end there were not many surrenders.

Hogg's body was the last to be found, buried under a dozen corpses, and protected by the gnolls before he died.

However, in such a situation, no matter how closely guarded it is, it is futile that Hawke the Jackal died from the bed crossbow, and it is not known who took the method of projectile in the final salvo, and the crossbow arrows that fell from the sky easily pierced through the layers of corpses and took Hogg's life.

Pulling out the crossbow bolt from Hogg's stomach, the calm face seemed to be asleep, and the gnolls around him fell silent, and they put away their triumphant smiles and bowed their heads slightly to Hogg.

Regardless of whether they were in the camp of the hostile sides before, as gnolls, they all have to thank Hogg, because it is the tactics invented by Hogg that allow the gnoll race to gain a certain status in this main plane, unlike before, when they could only fight with numbers, and were thrown into the battlefield as pure cannon fodder.

Hogg would receive a more solemn funeral later, and the Baltic Empire, which had become a victor, would never be stingy in these respects.

A little generosity can give the empire a good reputation, and this good reputation can be beneficial for the subsequent rule of the original territory of the Attila Empire, and can soothe the anxiety of the original Attila people who have joined the empire.