The great axe spun at high speed, slicing through the air with a piercing screech, and the sharp arc of the crash was reminiscent of the scythe wielded in the hands of the Grim Reaper. It split through the baggage cart, slicing half of the lieutenant's skull, and finally shaking the snow into the ground. The whole process is not the slightest condensation, and it is as easy as cutting a piece of fluffy bread. The man on the wolf's back spat disapprovingly into his palm—he had intended to cut off the Ravenstonian's head. He looked down at the jumbled army beneath the hillside, their commander already in a different position before he gave the order, the phalanx of infantry still in shape, and the ranger's hand barely touching his quiver. A great deal of dazedness and horror was written on everyone's face. In the eyes of men, at this moment they are no longer about 800 well-trained regular soldiers, but about 800 lambs who are about to be frightened. A wolf-like smile appeared on the man's face, and a storm of bloodthirsty desire set off in the depths of his eyes.

"Go ahead! Hunt to your heart's content! The man's roar was like a wild thunderbolt from deep in his chest. The brawny men smirked knowingly, and they roared and rushed down the hill, leaving behind a flurry of arrows that had been fired in a hurry, and lunging into Ravenston's army, which was almost thirty times their size.

The fierce wind struck, tearing at the crooked flag, and the three edelweiss rabbits on it seemed to shiver in the wind. The man rushed in on a giant wolf and smashed his fist on the flagpole. The flagpole made a creepy crack, and the wind pushed it at the right time, sending the flagpole to the ground. At the same time, the screams converged into a huge wave of sound that rose into the sky.

……

An hour later.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and there was a foul smell of excrement. The man slowly pulled his palm out of the chest of a Livingston Ranger, blood gushing out of the wound. The man watched with a blank face as the young man twitched and passed by life. The blood belonging to others stained the man's upper body red, and it was rapidly solidifying into translucent pink ice crystals in the low temperature.

It was almost a one-sided massacre, and the man and his men met with little resistance. These Livingston regulars don't have much desire to fight left. Their morale is like a levee hollowed out by giant ants, which crumbles after a small blow from the waves. The next fifty minutes of fighting were too tedious for the man to lift his spirits. This is not hunting, he thought silently. It's just slaughtering a herd of livestock running around the ground.

The man kicked the body away and walked over to the truck he had split open. The giant wolf had a severed arm in his mouth and obediently followed him. The great axe was still embedded in the snow. He glanced at the lieutenant, who was missing half of his head, the raven man was the only one who was a little manly, and a valuable prey.

The giant wolf suddenly spat out the severed arm in its mouth and let out a low roar towards a snowdrift as it slowly approached. The snowdrifts shook violently, and the sound of rapid gasps rose and fell untimely, along with the sound of metal armor rubbing against each other.

The man pulled out his giant axe and aimed it at the snowdrift: "If you don't want to be split in two, climb out yourself." ”

The snowdrift disintegrated in a tremble, and Bogdan climbed out with his hands held high. The beautifully crafted armor betrayed his aristocratic status. The man held the great axe around his neck, and the sharp edge crushed the cortex of his throat, and a thin line of blood slid along the blade. Bogdan's breath froze for a moment, he felt the tingling in his neck and his lips pursed, as if searching for words to plead for mercy.

The axe blade left his neck disappointed, and the man waved his hand: "Go back and tell your people that the wolves of the Misty Mountains are back." ”

The man's lingua franca was struggling, but Bogdan understood. He stared at the man with confusion and uneasiness. There was no impromptu kindness in the other party's eyes, only endless boredom and contempt. Hesitantly, slowly, he turned around and tentatively took a few steps. Finding that the other party had turned around indifferently, he walked away with the giant wolf.

A strong desire to survive permeated his body, and Bogdan spread his legs and ran. He straddled across the corpse-strewn battlefield, unleashing his heavy armor as he ran, and tossed the burden far away. There were constantly strong men in white wolf skins who would throw cold glances at him, but none of them moved. But Bogdan felt as if he had been slashed a thousand times by an invisible blade. He stumbled and threw himself on his flag, and the three edelweiss rabbits on the banner looked at him innocently, without the slightest anger in their dark eyes, reminiscent of the empty pupils of dead men.

Bogdan let out a cry of terror, rolled and crawled, and staggered towards the west.

……

"Boom!"

Duke Alexis slammed his fist on the table, and although there was no expression on his pale face, magma-like fury erupted from the depths of his eyes and poured down on the wide round table. The overwhelming rebuke collapsed in the face of his wrath, and everyone fell silent, except for a sneer on the corner of Count Clovis's mouth.

For the first time in his history, the Omenwolf had actually attacked Bogdan's troops. Even his prestige at the round table was greatly diminished. All the nobles, including Gregory IV, accused him of not letting Bogdan go to Poinbru. There was even a small dropout led by Count Clovis who claimed that he was taking revenge for Bogdan's defeat at the Ice Bridge. According to Bogdan, he saw a vast array of Misty Mountain bandits pouring down the hillside like a tidal wave, and he escaped after a bloody battle, but his lieutenant died in the chaos to cover him - let his grandmother fart! Alexis almost burst into a foul mouth, but there was nothing he could do. He knew why Bogdan dared to speak so openly at the Round Table in front of the great nobles, especially in front of him. Not long ago, Count Clovis took Bogdan's wife and children out of Ryan under his nose. Although Duke Alexis only made a temporary threat to Bogdan, and he never even sent anyone to spy on Bogdan's wife and children, he was still annoyed by this blatant petty action.

"You said you ran away in a bloody battle." Duke Alexis suppressed his disgust at Bogdan's fearless face, "And how many people are there?" ”

"Three thousand, Lord Duke!" Bogdan swore that his bare arms were bandaged, and he was weakly propped up at the round table, as if he were going to fall out of his chair at any moment, "My troops were scattered before they could line up." ”

"Very well," Duke Alexis gestured, "Lista, you know what to do. ”