The fall of the Black Moon, the Golden Rain, the Storm, the Elemental Vision, the Collapse of the Law of Tiamat, the Flight of the Natives of the Shallow Sea, the Boundless Darkness.

The night was not destined to be peaceful.

In the countryside of the Golan-Elson generation, the mountain people ran out of their houses and looked up at the starry sky, and after the golden rain fell, shadows covered the forest, and in the darkness only the crazy roars and barking of the witches and prophets, and the sound of the animals running in the woods could be heard far and near.

But the eyes in the darkness were exceptionally bright, reflecting the silver threads that stretched across the sky.

"Behold, this ...... of affliction that is rampant in the world"

"Martha-sama, when will it end?"

The mountain wind took away the ancient songs of the mountain people.

The army of monsters gathered in the Pine Mountains, a common pack of wolves outside the borders of the Eruin civilization, and they pounced on the Silman region under the leadership of a silver-haired she-wolf, and formed a thick black carpet dozens of miles away.

The wolf howls one after another, like the trombone of the legion.

Two young men lying on the high ground near the Chablis Mountains watched the scene in silence, the sound of hundreds of thousands of black wolves running on the ground like thunder through the clouds, which could be heard clearly for miles. The two men trembled and crouched in the bushes, not daring to move, not daring to take another breath of the air - this was the place where the Blood Staff had died, and before it died, it screamed bitterly to Alvet, the king of the cursed banshees, and swore that its soul would wander until the day of its death, and that it would perish with the latter.

Then an arrow struck its skull, splitting its soul fire in two, and it fell from its horse, right between the grass.

The two young men witnessed this happening, and they felt that the cold eyes of the Blood Staff seemed to be watching them behind them at this moment. Its curse was fulfilled that day, and the day the undead returned to the world at the end of the day, and it was clear that no word could describe it more appropriately than the present scene.

Both young men were subordinates of Curwen, who was made Baron of Silmann by Princess Griffiin after defecting to Brando, and his fief was in Silmann - although this was currently the front line of the confrontation between Eruin and Mardara, and Brando had left a fief for Curwen in the Ring of the Trade Winds. The latter, on the other hand, left only a small army here.

An army tasked with monitoring the movements of the undead.

They belong to the scouts of this army, and in recent days the skeletons of Madara have been stirring up and scouting has become frequent, and there are several outposts in the valley, and they are just one of them. But they knew that their comrades might not be as good as they were, and that someone might have escaped.

It's not that they don't want to run, but they're so scared that their legs are already weak.

In the valley directly opposite the Highlands, in addition to the Outposts, there is an army of undead, led by the Undead Lord Roffman and the War Lord Rhaeus, the Red Knight of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse known to Brando.

It's a little different from the combination of the one-eyed dragon Tagus and Instaron that Brando had guessed in advance.

The mercenaries in Sylman had long known about this information. Crote, the corrupt knight who spared Brando's life in Sir Rorison's crypt that day, played an important role in this, and it was difficult for ordinary people to figure out the organization of the undead and the lords represented by different banners, but unlike Brando, Crote and Brando, who passed most of their information to Antitina and Freya during their time in Port Fatan.

Although Brando hates Madara, he does not discriminate against any of them, and the Corrupt Knight Krot is originally a wall-riding faction in Madara, and he does not want to see the unity of the kingdom of the Dead Moon, in fact, he wants to return to the lawless life of the past. Brando promised to give it a piece of land in the Black Forest so that it could control its own destiny, and the latter became a leader in a very unruly manner. Do your best for Eruin.

The two young men didn't know that in fact, the undead on the opposite side had already discovered them.

Rhaeus awoke from his 'dormant' state several times that night, and the slumber of the undead was a sacred thing for them, and although they did not need to rest, dormancy could temporarily calm them away from the pain and torment of immortality.

Many deceased souls consider eternal sleep in their coffins to be a noble and sacred ritual. However, the Temple of the Dead Moon has strict rewards for dormancy rituals, and strictly speaking, few people except for high-ranking undead can have the power to dormant.

Rhaeus became a Dark Nobleman after the First War of the Black Roses, and was rewarded by the Templars for his exploits in the storming of Fort Riden, though not by the High One himself. But it's also a supreme honor.

The Dead Moon Sanctuary is different from other temples on the continent, the priests in the acolytes' robes are not pretending to be anyone, and they are human, a rare non-undead dark nobleman in the realm of the Dead Moon.

Rhaeus stepped out of his skeletal tent, and the low-ranking undead outside automatically turned their eyes to him - the red knight was wearing a black armor, a black rose medallion pinned to his chest, an ankh, the knight's command sword hanging from his waist, and he looked like a human knight except for his pale face and corpse spots.

I don't know when it rains in the sky, and the cumulonimbus clouds drift from the sea of Toniguel, which, together with the tides of the millennium, lead the corridors of Guò Jean Denel and Tosankade, bringing the last rain of autumn twilight to all three regions.

Rhaeus watched the wolves running through the valley, the shaking of the ground reaching far away, even in the rain, the debris on the rocks was beating wildly, the grass and trees trembling, and the drops of water from the leaves.

But there is no fear in the heart of Rhaeus, the undead themselves do not know fear, although the high-level undead know how to preserve themselves, but reason rather than emotion governs their actions, which is the greatest advantage of the people of the dead moon over the fragile creatures.

He looked at the black carpet that was engulfing the valley, and without even looking at it, he turned his head and looked above the valley again.

The sky was dark, and it was the loneliest moment before dawn.

"Let's go."

He gave an order.

There was no voice of opposition or inquiry, and the undead acted consciously, like a silent whole, or an awakened beast, and soon in the darkness there were clusters of light representing the fire of the soul.

It only took a few minutes for the entire sprawling camp to come to life, a level that even the most well-trained human army would never have been able to reach.

All the while, Lydios didn't look back at the valley.

The two young men lying in the grass suddenly felt a hint of alertness, and one of them subconsciously turned around, only to hear a soft snort, and a bone arrow suddenly appeared on his neck. His eyes widened and his mouth wide open, trying in vain to scratch his throat, but before he could utter a full syllable, he fell on his back.

In his last vision, he saw a corpse witch holding a bone staff standing in the middle of the jungle in the distance.

However, unlike ordinary corpse witches, this corpse witch was heavily armoured, holding a shield in his left hand, and the bone staff in his right hand was no longer than an elbow, it had no helmet or visor, its bare skull peeking out from the breastplate, and its eyes had two specssimating glows in their eyes.

The corpse witch had no skeleton warriors with him, but looked like a lone ranger, with a thick book with a black cover and silver rim hanging from his waist in chains, and the rain was rolling down the pages, but it could not penetrate the soaking of the book.

If Brando were here, he would have exclaimed, "Death Knight!"

Although they are not as flexible as real dark mages, they are as versatile as the corpse witches, and their mass-production characteristics make them extremely threatening in war.

And these death knights are not just weak wizards, in fact, they also have the strength of the gold rank in close combat, it can be said that the dual cultivation of magic and martial arts is extremely tricky to deal with. Gone are the days when the Undead possessed them, with weak Skeleton Knights, Ghosts, and Bone Vultures acting as scouts, and the Death Knights often single-handedly destroying entire teams of Scouts when confronting Scouts of other races, giving them not only the pervasive means of reconnaissance, but also the ability to shield the battlefield.

The Death Knight is one of Tamar's masterpieces, but now Madara doesn't have the master alchemist, but she still gets their ideal class in the Second War of the Black Roses.

The corrective power of history seems thick and irresistible at this moment.

The young man, who had been hit by a bone arrow in his throat, twitched twice and reached out as if trying to grab the air, but in the end he only caught a few drops of rain.

And then it lost its life.

His companions were already stunned, not expecting why they would be discovered, but the instinct for survival made him run with his legs, but before he could run a few steps, the second bone arrow had already screamed and caught up with his back, and his figure was slightly stunned, stumbling forward a few steps through the rain curtain before falling.

The Death Knight took one last close look at the two corpses with phosphorescent eyes before he put away his bone staff and left again.

At the same time, such scenes were repeated in this valley.

But few people know about it.

Even the wolves from miles away were unaware of the rainy night fight, and their target was only the lights of the Chinese light of the Silman Valley, and the dark tide was raging across the land, as if it were a stone's throw away from the nearest town.

…… (To be continued......)