A silver-haired woman fell to a rock, standing naked in the drizzle, her amber pupils reflecting the cold light, looking at the scene with a blank face, but not intending to take another half step.

A huge silver tail wagged gently behind her—

In her gaze, the fleeing humans wandered through the river valley, looking like a team of ants from a distance, as if they could be crushed lightly with their hands.

"Dozens of centuries later, mortals have fallen to this realm, what did that woman come up with, no one is a ghost, it's annoying." She said to herself.

"Really, Timith?"

"Yes." She nodded, asking herself a question.

"Do you want to kill them?"

"Okay, but wait a while and see if that woman's promise is still here."

"It's okay, I can't detect their breath anymore, Timis."

"But her will is still here, and there is still an unpleasant smell in the land." Themis shook her head.

"We'll find out right away." She said again.

The black carpet was less than five miles from the nearest town, and the head wolf at the front had crossed the default line between humans and the undead.

But it's precisely this time.

Suddenly, the black tide seemed to hit an invisible wall, and a wave of blood was reflected in the eyes of the silver-haired woman, and the male wolf who was leading at the front of the wolf pack directly split apart, turning into a ball of blood and exploding.

This wave of blood spread backwards with the front of the black tide as the center, as if it was a ripple in the water, and it turned tens of thousands of black wolves into nothingness in an instant.

The blood rippled less than ten meters in front of the woman, and she saw the remnants of bones, flesh, and viscera lapping in this direction along a wave of blood, and the rock on which she stood was like a reef in the red ocean. The wave of blood poured out far back before it gradually subsided.

Then two icons suddenly appeared in the valley.

They were hundreds of feet tall, spear in one hand and shield in the other, and stood at the entrance to this valley, at their feet. All the black wolves were reduced to mutilated corpses.

Blood flowed wildly.

If Brando had been here, he would have recognized these two images, how similar they were to the ones he had seen in the Sage's Remains in the Stag Forest.

"She's still here." Themis sighed.

"Then there's nothing we can do."

"Go help my sisters."

"Okay." She nodded.

The figure then seemed to melt, turning into a handful of water droplets and falling into the rain.

As soon as the silver-haired girl left, the wolves in the valley were thrown into disarray, but they no longer dared to test the range of the two icons, and after a brief moment of confusion, they whined and turned around. Retreat back into the Yusong Mountains.

Redios looked at the cheering humans in the valley.

The rain slid down his paraffin face, but he was expressionless, as if he had expected it. He didn't even have to look back to know what was going on behind him.

The sound of the earth shaking was far away, and the wolf plague could not even set foot on the land on this day.

Because it is a sacred, inviolable place of miracles.

"But it shouldn't be in the hands of people who don't understand its value." A hoarse voice said. Rhaedios turned around and saw Raffman, who was about two or three people tall, walking towards him, the skeleton lord's weapon was a human bone hammer. It is said to have been forged from the skulls of a hundred human knights and was its weapon. And also its medals.

It had fought in the First War of the Black Roses and the earlier invasion of Karasu by the Blood Staff, and was much older than Rhaeus, but it was not the commander of this army of the dead, and His Majesty liked to appoint 'young men', as was well known in the land of the Dead Moon.

"I'm not interested in this, taking honor for Her Majesty the Queen is what I need to think about." Rhaeus replied.

"You're loyal. Rhaeus. ”

"The undead are never short of this thing, what I need to do is crush the enemy."

"Eruin is not worth mentioning, have you forgotten their cousins in the last war?" Roffman looked a little unimpressed, in its opinion, the opponent was nothing more than maggots, and the only ones who could really make the nascent Madara fight were the four empires.

Few people know that the kingdom of the dead moon has awakened. Under the leadership of the mercury staff.

"I hope so," replied Redios, "but the sentinels we disposed of today show that humanity has not given up resistance. ”

"It's just a futile effort." Rovman let out a hollow laugh as he pointed his skeletal finger at the humans in the valley who knew nothing of their fate and were still cheering at the retreat of the wolf plague and said, "Let me kill them, we need to replenish our souls and grow ourselves quickly, just as the Tagus did—"

Rhaedios finally nodded this time.

Karasu Heights, Golden City -

Baron Kaneshiro looked at the soul fire under the city like an ocean with a pale, he turned his head, and behind him stood his guards and several retainers, close to him, he looked at these people with an ugly expression, and slowly spoke: "Go and inform the highland knights, tower wizards...... Also, Your Highness the Princess, the undead have invaded. ”

"Take as many men as you can, don't let those skeletons stop you, just leave me with a team of knights."

"Your lord......" The faces of the crowd changed.

"Hurry up, don't procrastinate, the Towalker family and the undead are not at odds for generations, give me my sword, and later I will go to my family ancestors to tell them, I have not tarnished the honor of the family."

He waved his hand: "Take my third son, he is still young, the honor does not belong to him, you go out of the city immediately, the bone dragon is about to arrive, let the dragon knights in the city rise into the air to attract their attention." ”

Everyone seemed to finally understand what had come to the point, so they nodded silently.

They saluted the baron, and then turned away one by one.

But when the baron turned again, he and his knights were the only ones left above the city.

This was the last battle of the Golden City.

But it was the first battle of Eruin-

On this night, the Second War of the Black Roses, which Brando was familiar with, finally began.

……

In the darkness it was as if everything had died.

The land of witches, Bunosson, has become a dead and silent world, and the rivers and forests in the dream have lost their vitality, the plants and trees have withered and withered, the trunks of the trees have become bare, the leaves have been lost, and the branches are hanging alone, telling the story of the world's lost vitality.

Mountains and rivers have cracked and been torn apart, the earth has been riddled with wounds, cities, fields, and estates have fallen into ruin, and there are no more stars in the sky, only a dark hollow.

Bunosson has been completely ruined, and the inheritance of the witches has been cut off.

There may be one last generation of witches in the world, but they will not have any descendants.

But there is still the will to patrol the sky in this empty world, and to keep their eyes fixed on this barren land. To be exact, it was a confrontation between a man and a wolf.

One is the Great Will, which may not have existed when Vaynd had not yet existed, which has gone through almost every era of war, and whose opponents have almost died, but which still exists.

It has been dormant for thousands, if not tens of thousands.

But today, it woke up.

When it awoke, the boundaries of the Vajnd civilization had shrunk by nearly one percent, and thousands of cities and settlements had been destroyed in the wolf's plague.

But wherever its gaze looks, there is a person who can be its equal.

It was just a little girl, and the words she had been born about the previous era had long since become a memory of the past, and she had never seen the war, nor the horrors of dusk.

But here she was, and Isis felt a familiar aura from the other.

Her name is Sophia, and she is the witch of the thirteenth month.

Believer of the Black Moon.

"Isis," Sophia said quietly, looking at him, "I brought you into this world because I wanted to speak to you. ”

"I didn't expect to see that woman's masterpiece as soon as I woke up," the head wolf Isis began, and there was not much negativity in his voice, but rather a little lazy and gentle: "But do you think I dare not kill you?" ”

"By blood, I'm your descendant, Isis." Sophia replied.

"So what, do you expect me to have such superficial feelings as family affection?"

Sophia shook her head: "The thirteen bloodlines are as pure as one, your fangs can be severed, but you alone can't cut off the inheritance of the Magic Moon, you can't kill me." ”

"Hmph, you knew I was going to wake up, waiting for me here?"

"That's because you're my mother, and I naturally have such information in my blood."

"It's a nuisance," Isis bared his teeth, "I wouldn't mind biting Martha's throat if she were here, but unfortunately, she's not a real being......"

"Mother, let's talk."

"What do you want to talk about," replied Isis coldly, "it would be naïve if you just wanted to imprison me here. ”

Sophia shook her head: "I have only one request, I let you leave here, but you also have to leave the Ring of Trade Winds." ”

Esis was silent for a moment.

"You want to protect her?" She shook her head: "In vain, how long can the struggle last, the outcome of this war has been predestined as early as the last era. ”

"If you don't try, how do you know."

"Whatever you want, I don't want to set foot on this land anyway," Isis nodded, "For your sake, with my daughter's blood flowing in your veins, I grant your request." ”

Sophia nodded, and she raised her hand slightly.

…… (To be continued......)