The night was dark and dreary, and the rain was pouring down. A thunderclap exploded from the sky, instantly piercing the ink-like darkness and illuminating the faltering figure.

The blade was messy and shawl, scarred, and trudged on the ground with the "purgatory" scabbard as a staff in this miserable wind and rain. The rain ran down his face, forming a curtain of rain at his chin. The oncoming wind and rain arrows hit him so much that he could barely open his eyes.

A long streak of blood stretched diagonally from the corner of his left eye to his lips, making him look extremely hideous.

After a few more steps, he finally couldn't hold on any longer, and his body went limp, and he fell to the ground.

The wind and rain are still howling, the lightning is still roaring, and the bean-sized rain grains are still mercilessly hitting the fallen body.

It was a bitterly cold night.

In the east, a layer of lead is gradually revealed. After a long night, although the storm that had raged all night in the area around the Demon Forest stopped for a while, the bad weather did not seem to be getting better, and the sky was gloomy, indicating that the wind and rain could rise again at any time.

At this time, on a secluded path at the edge of the Demon Realm Forest, more than a dozen horses were galloping in the mud. The horses galloped so fast that they didn't seem to be affected by the muddy road conditions. On the one hand, you can see the wonder of the horses, and on the other hand, you can also see the extraordinary skills of the horsemen on the horses.

"Woo...... The knights, who were swinging their whips and driving their horses forward, suddenly pulled the reins violently, and the dozen or so galloping horses immediately raised their heads and neighed, and almost stopped running at the same time.

In front of the knights, there was a man lying down, blocking their way.

After seeing the face of the lying man clearly, the knights couldn't help but talk in surprise.

"Hey, it's an orc!"

"Well, it's a werewolf among orcs"

"What does he do? Seems to be badly injured!"

"Looks like a warrior! Could it be a mercenary hired by an orc caravan that came to our Byzantine trade?"

Amid the discussion, the knights looked at their leader, wondering what the leader was going to do with the werewolf of unknown origin and unawakened injuries.

A knight wearing a covered helmet and bright silver chain mail drove out of the knights, circled around the orc lying on the ground, looked at it, and said lightly: "Leave him alone, let's continue on our way." ”

The knight's chief's voice was soft and melodious, and although she could not see her face, she knew that she was a young woman when she heard the voice.

At this moment, a long sheathed knife beside the werewolf on the ground caught the attention of the knight leader. The dark green long knife scabbard is elegantly crafted, elegant and luxurious, and it can be seen at a glance that the long knife inserted in the scabbard should also be extraordinary. As a warrior, the leader of the knights was naturally happy to hunt things like divine weapons and sharp weapons, she turned over and dismounted, bowed down and picked up the scabbard of the long knife, held the handle of the knife, and slowly pulled the knife out of the sheath, wanting to see the true face of its Lushan.

It's a quaint and swarthy knife. The blade is long and narrow, and it is extremely sharp.

With the long knife in her hand, the knight leader couldn't help but sigh softly, because she could clearly feel the fluctuation of the fire element contained in the blade. The knight leader had a sharp mind, and she immediately reacted that this was an enchanted weapon, and the enchanted attribute turned out to be a rare dark flame series.

"Dark Warrior?" the knight leader was suddenly curious, and she couldn't help but look at the unconscious werewolf on the ground a few more times, only to see that he was covered in bruises, most of the wounds were falls and scratches, and they seemed to be injuries caused by falling from a great height. In addition to this, he had a deep wound on his right chest that had been pierced by a sharp object.

The knight leader muttered to himself thoughtfully: "After being so seriously injured, he is not dead, it seems that he is a ...... character." She made up her mind, turned around, and commanded the knights behind her, "Take this fellow back!"

After this episode, the knights were soon back on the road. However, due to the sudden addition of a wounded man, their progress suddenly slowed down considerably.

As the knights drifted away, a gust of wind blew, and rain began to fall in the sky.

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On the reckless savannah, the grass rolls and the wild flowers are fragrant, and the blue sky looks serene and distant, with several fierce scavenging vultures soaring, circling up and down, searching for hungry prey.

Suddenly, at the end of the sky, under the blue sky, a thin dark line emerged, moving rapidly on the lush prairie. A wild wolf howl broke the calm on the northern steppe in an instant.

It was a torrent of iron cavalry composed of thousands of blood-toothed wolf cavalry.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh", with the sharp roar of several feathered arrows breaking through the air, the several hovering scavenging vultures in the sky fell into the air in unison, and floating on the savannah, only the terrible chirping of those scavenging vultures before they died and the cheers and joys of countless Wolf warriors shook the sky.

A grand prairie hunt has officially begun.

Watching the teams slaughtering into the grassland, searching for all kinds of fierce demonic beasts everywhere, the blood-toothed wolf cavalry who hunted, and the wolf leader overseer who commanded the 180,000 soldiers and horses of the Northern Army of the Beamon Empire, the iron mane nodded with satisfaction, and said with relief: "It is worthy of being the elite division of the empire, it seems that the morale of the young men is maintained well!"

"Hehe, Lord Overseer, once our Bloodfang Cavalry Regiment does not encounter a war, after a long time, it will use this method of hunting demonic beasts to conduct combat training. And our boys are hunting some of the most ferocious and brutal monsters in the northern steppes! This is not comparable to the casual and entertaining hunting games of those nobles and celebrities who have nothing to do all day long!" said Fingleton Frye, the commander of the Bloodfang Cavalry Regiment, with a hint of pride in his tone.

"Well, seeing the boys so alive, I can't sit still. Fingleton, how about we go hunt some of its monsters as well, and use them as snacks for today's dinner!" said Fury.

"Hehe, Lord Overseer, it's rare for you to be so interested, and the last general won't dare to spoil your interest today. Fingleton replied with a smile.

"Okay, let's go, if you want to eat food tonight, you have to be self-reliant. Fury Feng glanced back at the middle and high-ranking generals who followed behind him, laughed heroically, and then kicked his legs, urging the wolf under his crotch to gallop into the depths of the prairie.

At the same time, a harrier eagle flying from afar flapped its wings and slowly landed in the northern army camp of the Beamon Empire. When an orc general in the camp untied an urgent report tied to the harrier eagle's legs, and after reading the contents of the urgent report, his face couldn't help but change greatly.

"Quick, send this urgent message to the Overseer, General Blade has an accident. The orc general rushed out of the barracks and commanded one of the heralds.

By the time Fury Wind received an urgent report from his old comrade-in-arms, Kayla's Overseer, who had sent a message from his thousands of miles of power, it was already sunset, and the orc warriors who had participated in the steppe hunt had already begun to prepare for the campfire dinner in the evening.

The middle and high-ranking generals of the Northern Army, who were standing beside Fufeng, saw the eyes of the Overseer, who had always been calm and calm, a little dazed, and their hands holding the urgent report trembled slightly irrepressibly, and they all looked at each other, their eyes full of doubt.

"Lord Overseer, what happened?" Fingleton asked cautiously.

"It's nothing, it's just that the Imperial Eastern Army and Byzantium are in a border conflict on the eastern border again. Fury Feng also seemed to sense that he was a little out of shape in front of a group of subordinates, and he quickly adjusted his emotions, returned to his usual calm and majestic bearing, and said lightly. He then casually handed the emergency report to an adjutant beside him.

"Fingleton, I have something to do to return to the camp first, the celebration of this hunt...... It's up to you to preside over it. After Fury Feng put down these words, he immediately turned over and rode on the back of his own wolf, spurred the wolf, and led a group of guards to run in the direction of the northern army camp, leaving only Fingleton and other generals to look at each other and be at a loss.

"Norn, what kind of military conflict did we have with the Byzantines on the eastern border? Why do you still have to inform our Northern Army? It can't be a large-scale invasion by the Byzantine Empire, right?" Fingleton frowned when he saw that the adjutant had turned very ugly after reading the urgent report, and stepped forward to ask.

The lieutenant, Norn, was silent and handed the urgent report to Fingleton.

And when Fingleton saw the contents of the urgent report, he couldn't help but change his face when he had always been calm.

I saw that it was written: My brother Fury, the Bloodtooth Wolf Cavalry Wing led by my nephew Blade and the Second Brigade of the Tyrannosaurus Knights of the Byzantine Empire had a border clash in the Arnathan area on the 13th of this month. Our army was defeated in this battle, and the life and death of my nephew Blade are uncertain, and his whereabouts are unknown. I don't take good care of my nephew, and when I think of this, I really feel shameless, ashamed and hateful, and I will be guilty of the crime in front of my brother, and then I will listen to my brother's punishment. Kayla's word!"

At the same time that Fury Wind learned of the defeat and disappearance of Blade, several detailed reports on the military conflict in the Arnathan region were also handed over to several powerful people in the Beamon Empire.

Beamon Imperial Capital, Orgrimmar City, Temple of Tampas.

Lennon Marg, the young knight captain of the First Knights of the Temple Guard, walked slowly in the wide square in front of the Great Temple, and his heart was full of emotion.

Lennon had just come out of the temple. It was only then that he had learned from his father, Hill Marg, the leader of the Temple Guard Legion, that the newly rising young powerhouse of the Wolf Clan, who he regarded as an opponent of the younger generation of the Empire, had unexpectedly disappeared, and was even likely to fall.

As the most outstanding figure in the younger generation of the Tiger Clan, Lennon used to be infinitely beautiful, and had the reputation of being the first young master of the Tiger Clan and even the Imperial Army, until the appearance of the fighting genius of the Wolf Clan in the past two years, he entered the realm of a ninth-level powerhouse at the age of twenty, and made a lot of meritorious contributions on the battlefield on the grasslands of Northern Xinjiang, so that his strong limelight was gradually covered.