Just when Viscount Noether was undecided, an otherworldly version of the "Hongmen Banquet" was being staged in Garibel's Valley!

Nandus roared and knocked a werewolf in front of him to the ground, and the two sharp claws covered in the power of the shadow plunged deep into the werewolf patriarch's heart, and then slammed it hard! Blood poured out like a fountain, and the werewolf patriarch, who was the victim, had no idea that his life would end today, his eyes were still full of doubts and surprises, but he could no longer explore the truth of all this!

The entire banquet hall has become a hell, one by one werewolves were caught off guard, fatally injured, most of them died on the spot, only a few werewolf shamans survived, even they were just barely relying on the protection of the ancestral spirit to survive.

"Ahem! Cough! Nandus! How dare you, how dare you break your oath! The Ancestral Spirit will punish you! Chusi Broken Fang, the Grand Shaman of the Broken Tooth Tribe, coughed up blood as he cursed Nandus, "You traitor! Despicable oathbreaker! ”

"Hah! Treachery? Only you would think so! In my opinion, this is salvation! Nandus looked around the banquet hall with his head held high, watching as the so-called "big men" crawled at his feet like mud, and a few minutes earlier, these guys had been enjoying the delicious food provided by the Shaduo tribe one by one, and asked loudly why they wanted to get involved in the dispute between the undead and humans.

In Nandus's eyes, whether it is the werewolf tribe in the Gariber Valley or the werewolf tribe in the Manny Wilderness, these werewolves living on the continent of Entagre are nothing more than lowly slaves, they have long lost the tyranny and cunning that flow in their blood, and they are willing to live a comfortable life without pressure, living by picking up the scraps that leaked out of the hands of the two camps.

It's just depraved to the extreme!

Compared to these werewolves, the shadow werewolves living in the shadow plane are real werewolves! They are cunning, they are cruel, they are powerful, the harsh environment and fierce competition of the shadow plane have taught the shadow werewolves how to survive, and to survive better, and this is something that these so-called compatriots on the continent of Entagre will never be able to master!

Treachery? Hum! There is no betrayal here, only the truth that the weak obey the strong! As the strongest of the Garibel Valley, Nandus thinks she should be the only leader here!

And these guys who wandered away with those werewolves and refused to join the Xia Duo tribe for a long time are the betrayers! A sinner who betrayed him, the chief!

Sinners deserve to be punished!

"You're going to bring werewolves to their death! The ancestors will not forgive you! The patriarch of the Black Mo tribe also survived, and he barely escaped death by activating the power in his bloodline at the last moment, but this behavior still left him with a lot of trauma.

"Ancestor? Whose ancestors? Yours? Hahaha! Nandus strode up to the other and grabbed him by the neck.

"Xia Duo tribe! No, the ancestors of the Ghagant tribe will never forgive you! ”

Nandus paused for a moment, and then suddenly let out a wild laugh: "Hahaha! Ha ha! Hahaha! Gagant! Hahaha! ”

"You!"

With a click, Nandus twisted the other party's neck alive: "Those ancestors you mentioned have already become dead souls!" Besides, I'm a Shadow Werewolf, and even if I had an ancestor, I would be very satisfied with what I did! ”

Soon, as more Shadow Werewolves poured into the banquet hall, the leaders of the various werewolf tribes who had come to participate in the discussion were reduced to corpses!

On the outside of the banquet hall, Pfister, who was the candidate for execution, looked at Nandus, who was laughing in the middle of the venue, and said to Zolene Britz, who was standing aside, "Are you sure this guy will act according to our plan?" ”

"No!" Zolin shook her head without hesitation, "In fact, I'm already surprised that he can endure it until now!" I thought this guy was going to be a little more impatient! ”

"What about this operation? Didn't you say before that you would let these werewolves launch it too? But I don't think that guy is going to follow his plan now! Pfister pointed to Guides, expressing his extreme distrust of the wolf king.

In fact, it is true, he followed Zoline to witness how Nandus seized the power of the Ghagon tribe step by step, infected the entire werewolf tribe into a shadow werewolf, and then took advantage of the banquet to slaughter the leaders of other werewolf tribes in one fell swoop, thus removing the biggest obstacle to annexing the entire Garibel Valley werewolf tribe. All this made Pfister feel the cunning, cruelty and ruthlessness of Nandus, for such a "partner", Pfister does not think that a so-called covenant can bind the other party, even if the whole Devouring Serpent stands behind this covenant, it is useless!

But Zorin didn't care about it: "It's okay! It doesn't matter if he wants to join this war or not! Anyway, he won't have a choice at all! ”

Yu Bin's army of the undead brought not only destruction, but also huge pressure! The total number of troops that the Devouring Serpent has invested in this war has exceeded 500,000, and such a powerful force is simply not something that a single Xiaduo tribe can compete with, even with the existence of Nandus, the wolf king, it is useless.

And Zorene didn't believe that Nandus would be able to twist the werewolves in Garibel's Valley into a rope in just a few days, and when the time came, in the face of the army of the undead led by La Suvios, this cunning wolf king would make a wise choice!

Zorene is convinced of this!

"How's it going over there?" Zorene withdrew her gaze from Nandus and turned her head to look in the direction of the Monas Hills, it was already afternoon, and according to her estimates, the human forces that were confronting the undead legions of the Sa Anlotte Empire, no matter how sluggish, should have already begun to deal with the outposts that had been destroyed last night.

"Just as we expected!" A smile appeared on Pfister's face, but such a smile appeared on the face of a werewolf, but it was even more hideous, "That Viscount Noll didn't want to weaken the elite strength he didn't have much, so he directly assigned those recruited players to investigate and recover the various outposts. ”

In reality, however, many of these players sent out were bought by the Devouring Serpent, and the outposts scattered throughout the Monas Hills were destined to become the biggest trap in the battle.

Viscount Nott would soon receive information that the outposts had been recaptured and reactivated, but in reality, less than half of them were able to gain sufficient defensive strength. But all outposts would send Viscount Nott a "everything is in order" feedback, reassuring the commander that his future was still firmly in his hands.

But behind these false fogs, there is a powerful assault force that is rushing forward, seizing the moment when these humans are lax, and stabbing with a fatal blow!

"Excellent! Inform everyone to evacuate by midnight today! Garibel Valley doesn't need our involvement here for the rest of the day! ”

So far, the number of werewolf players in the Garibel Valley has exceeded 100,000, and most of them are pawns planted by the Devouring Snake, and it is precisely because of the existence of these players that the werewolf tribes in the Garibel Valley are constantly strife, especially after Nandus ruled the Shaduo tribe, the conflict between players has become the main factor for other werewolf tribes to accuse the Shaduo tribe.

And now seeing that Nandus is about to start annexing the entire Garibel Valley, Zorene certainly doesn't want these players to be wasted in the internal struggle of the werewolves, tens of thousands of werewolf players are a lot of force no matter how they say, and they can even affect the outcome of this battle at a critical moment!

Soon, as night fell, Nandus gave the order to make a full dispatch, and the werewolf warriors of the Xia Duo tribe, who had long been assimilated by those shadow werewolves, were like tigers out of the cage, and under the conscious stimulation of Nandus, they had already lost their normal reason and emotions, and were driven to sweep towards the werewolf tribes scattered throughout the valley.

Word of the werewolf civil unrest in Garibel's Valley soon reached the ears of the undead legions of the Sa Anlotte Empire.

"A beast is a beast! No matter how full of wisdom you are, the beastly nature flowing in your veins still can't be eliminated! Merry threw aside the information in his hand and said coldly, this heroic black warrior already looked down on those werewolves, obviously with sharp teeth and claws, but he was suppressed by those humans for hundreds of thousands of years, and now he couldn't even keep the hunting ground of Monas Hills, so he thought of joining the chaotic camp and seeking refuge. I don't know how the big guys above look at it! According to Merry's thoughts, these werewolves might as well be given to the wizard apprentices under his command to make them into battle puppets, at least so that they can be used against those humans on the other side!

"So, don't you want to care?" The skeleton mage Mande, who is Merry's deputy, asked, he was not surprised by Merry's opinion, in fact, he himself thought so, as a typical necromancer of the Sa Anlotte Empire, Mande only cared about the research value of those werewolves, as for whether they were dead or alive, Mande didn't care!

"Of course! All I received was to stop the humans from taking control of the Garibel Valley, and now, my legion is carrying out this order! As for what is happening in the valley right now, it is not my responsibility! Even if those beasts are dead, as long as it is not the hands of those humans, it is none of my business! Rather, I wish those beasts were dead! That way, the annoying humans on the other side will leave quickly, and my legion will get a good batch of materials! ”

"Wise choice!" Mander nodded in agreement, "And what do you think of those flies?" ”

The confrontation between humans and undead in the Garibel Valley has been going on for almost a week, and during this time, more and more players have begun to appear around the battlefield, these are basically troops sent by the Snake of Eaters, some of them are responsible for capturing a "forward base" like the Midir mercenary group, some are responsible for scouting the battlefield, mapping the map, and some are responsible for intercepting any players who leave the area in order to cut off the flow of information inside and outside the battlefield.

However, no matter how careful these players are, they cannot ensure that they can completely escape the eyes and ears of these aborigines, and fortunately on the human side, there are players lurking in the legion as a cover, and this information has not been taken seriously by Viscount Nott. But on the undead's side, it has already aroused the alarm of Mander and Merry.

"Either it's a bandit who takes advantage of the fire, or it's a bait who wants to lure us in!" Merry didn't take these players seriously, after all, in his opinion, these scattered guys, who were obviously divided into countless groups, and even those of very different races, were simply not enough to threaten his legion. Even if these guys are enemies, they can't defeat him and his legions!

Even if they are just a second-tier army of Sa Anlot, not everyone can bully!

Merry thinks that these guys who are wandering outside the battlefield are most likely the tricks of the humans on the other side, or maybe the other party wants to focus on these annoying flies, or even waste their troops to exterminate them. In this way, perhaps those humans will find an opportunity to break the standoff and break into the Garibel Valley.

Anyway, Merry grabbed a little. As long as his legion is firmly embraced, those humans on the other side will definitely not dare to act rashly!

Mander didn't think it was that simple, but he didn't see any more problems. As Merry's handrail, Mande was well aware of his chief's temper, so he wisely chose to remain silent.

As Merry said, all they received was to prevent the humans from entering the Garibel Valley, and if they did, no one could say they had failed! So, neither those annoying flies nor those werewolves with civil strife can shake this army of the undead in the slightest!

And that's exactly what Zoline wants!

Whether it's Noether or Merry, somewhere they don't know, an army of the undead that is not inferior to them has arrived on this battlefield!

The village of Hall in the Moxie Valley, after many expansions and upgrades, once again shines with dazzling light, and this time, it is no longer a player that emerges from the light, but an army!

Sharp black iron armor, vigorous undead war horses, sharp war blades, and murderous eyes! The moment the banner of the Knights of the Black Blade appeared from the teleportation array, the entire village fell silent in an instant, and even the air was filled with the bitter chill of death!

One, two, three!

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred!

One thousand, two thousand, three thousand!

Just when everyone thought that these terrible Blade Knights were endless, the teleportation array finally stopped flickering, which meant that the teleportation was over.

Twenty-eight thousand Knights of the Black Blade have appeared in this remote village, where they will make one last repair, and then embark on a journey to charge and begin their own fight.

"I'm the commander here, Jonard Kasimov! Welcome, Lord La Suvios! The Knights of the Black Blade supplies are here, and they will all be replenished in two hours. ”

"Excellent! Then we'll be off in two hours! A blue soul fire was spewing from Lasuvios' eyes, and soon he would begin his biggest war in thousands of years, and whether the enemy of this war would be human or undead was no longer in his consideration!