Wolf howls after howls were like a tidal wave.

Everyone who heard such a wolf howl shivered with excitement.

Because, there are too many wolf howls.

In their barren imagination, there had never been so many wolves.

Not to mention hearing it with your 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 will be no bones left.

Inside the Thunder Fortress, the captured steppe 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: Leerdrie.

"God!"

"It's God crying!"

"God has not forsaken us!"

The cheers swept away the previous despair and numbness.

One by one, they fell to their knees.

Celebrating in their own way.

And the guards guarding outside the prisoner camp were like a great enemy.

They feared that the captives would riot.

However, things did not go in the worst direction, and the captives did not do much more than celebrate.

This relieved the Warren soldiers on guard.

But soon, they looked to the north with concern.

The wolf howl is still ongoing.

There are steppes!

It is the pasture and hometown of the grassland people.

Although the steppe people have just been defeated, what will happen under such a wolf howl?

No one knows.

Or rather, no one dares to speculate.

Roque, the wizard trained by the Warren royal family, called the herald with a solemn face.

"Go and inform Your Majesty and Your Highness of the news here."

"Yes, sir."

The herald nodded and immediately rode forward.

Watching the herald in the distance, Roque looked to the north again.

"Warren, who has suffered many disasters."

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 up and running in an orderly manner.

After doing all this, Roque took a deep breath, and then, his eyes looked at the secret letter that appeared on his desk silently a moment before the wolf howl.

The letter is full of demagoguery and co-optation.

The byline is unknown.

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

Who is this person?

Roque didn't know.

But he knew what to do.

The cold-faced wizard threw the secret letter into the charcoal brazier.

Call!

The flames in the charcoal brazier burst into flames at once, quickly devouring the secret letter.

It is possible that the steppe people will make a comeback.

And at this moment, there is such a 'strangeness' inside Warren.

Warren's ultimate fate is undoubtedly not optimistic.

Roque is very clear about this.

But what he also knows is that he is a wizard that the Warren royal family has poured many resources into cultivating.

Facing the stormy Warren......

How could he leave and accept the pull.

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

Glory is my life.

This is the Knight's Manifesto.

He is not a knight.

He's a wizard.

The wizard values knowledge more, he respects the value of knowledge, and he respects the people who give him access to it.

For this reason, he can go to the soup and break his bones.

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

A low incantation rang out from the wizard's mouth, and the burnt letter in the brazier floated up again in the form of ashes.

And, it's constantly changing.

……

Nmod was on his horse, his beloved longbow on his back, and his scimitar hanging from his waist, but the longbow had long since broken its strings, and the scimitar was full of gaps.

Even the war horse he raised with his own hands was only the one under his crotch.

He broke through Warren's blockade.

But......

Raising his head, Nmod looked at the scattered people, his young face full of confusion.

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

Young Nmod knew very well that with the number of people in the clan at this moment, even if he returned to the pastures that belonged to his own tribe, he would only be swallowed up by other tribes.

Their relatives, cattle and horses will be divided as trophies.

And these only remaining warriors?

Hanged or decapitated.

Other than that, nothing else.

What to do?

What to do?

Enmodon asked himself.

Not only the young Enmoden, but also the clansmen of Enmoden, as well as the leaders and warriors of the other steppe tribes who had also been defeated, were all thinking about this question.

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

It has turned into a terrifying force that wants to devour these steppe people.

And at this very moment-

Ahh

A loud, continuous wolf howl came.

One after another, it struck the hearts of these steppe people.

These rout steppe people were shaken all over.

They all came back to their senses from that special state.

They were in a trance.

They don't know what just happened.

However, this did not prevent them from cheering.

"It's God!"

"Our God!"

One steppe after another jumped off their horses and fell to the ground at the point where the wolf howl sounded, their foreheads pressed against the ground.

Their mouths kept resounding with the words of prayer that they had received from their fathers.

The sound went from cluttered to neat, just a moment's work.

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

……

Snow forests and high mountains in the northern part of the steppe.

In a hidden canyon, a dark shadow gathers 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 size of the original wheel to the size of a torch.

The dark shadow looked at this scene and was overjoyed.

He's on the verge of success!

What an anticipating scene!

But in the next moment, the shrunken flame suddenly grew larger, not only restored to its original state, but even expanded, directly enveloping the entire high platform.

Yes!

The screams rang out irrepressibly from the mouth of the black shadow.

He was burned by the flames on the high platform.

The pain from his soul made his whole body tremble.

But......

More of anger!

He certainly had reason to be angry.

Because, he thought that he was meticulous and had no flaws, and his plan failed.

The guy he killed actually left a back hand.

"Wolf faction! White wolf! ”

"I could kill you once!"

"You can kill your disciples as well!"

"I want the word wolf faction to become history completely!"

The black shadow howled loudly, and the whole person's face was distorted, looking hideous and terrifying.

But what made people shudder even more was the shadow under his feet, which also distorted with the other party's face, like a strange snake.

Then, the strange snake hissed at the sky.

The shadows around them, as if echoing, writhed with such a long hiss.

It's like a group of snakes dancing wildly.