"It's the third batch, this is already the third batch of wolf cavalry troops to pass through here." On the top of the slope thousands of kilometers away from the top of the cliff, looking down the hillside, riding a roaring giant wolf, the orc giant wolf cavalry surging by like a tide, silently said.

Arthur had been in the forest at the top of this cliff for 3 days, and since the day after he arrived, there had been a constant stream of orcs and wolves riding under the cliff.

At the beginning, the orcs walked very carefully, walked slowly, and the size of the army was also the largest, more than 3,000 wolves rode all the way, and the long line walked for almost an hour before finally seeing the end.

If this wolf rider can be annihilated, Arthur can't imagine what kind of reward Arthur will be given to the kingdom of Midwinter and the entire disaster-stricken human kingdom.

The second group of wolf riders came more than the first batch, but compared to the first wolf riders, their steps were faster, and they were also less concentrated, three or five hundred wolves formed a team, and the front and rear were deliberately kept at a certain distance, and in the wolf riders of each team, some different decorations could even be found, showing that they did not belong to the same tribe.

"Unfortunately, you're not my target." Seeing the wolf riders passing through, Arthur didn't make any moves, and the number of wolf riders passing through here had accounted for nearly half of the entire orc invasion south.

From the combined cavalry of large tribes to the scattered wolf cavalry of small and medium-sized tribes, it was like a military parade, which made Arthur see it through.

And in the ranks of these orcs, Arthur also saw some interesting content, the larger the scale of the wolf horse, the more complete both the military appearance and the number and structure of the wolf horse.

The damage of the medium tribes that can send 300-500 wolf riders is also very slight, and in the report of the human alliance, the injured wolf cavalry troops are more of the giant wolf cavalry belonging to the last small tribes who do not know whether to live or die.

Many of the cavalry that roared past were only 30-50 horsemen, and their white fur armor was stained with blood that had turned black.

Because of the small number, when attacking human towns. They will face the fiercest resistance, what if a town like Morado is surrounded directly by 300 or even 500 wolf riders?

I'm afraid that before Arthur could use the conspiracy, those wolf riders would have already swarmed up. Raze the whole of Morado to the ground.

"The night darkens my black eyes, but I use them to find enemies." Tampering with celebrity poetry, Arthur sighs towards the valley where only footprints remain.

These wolves rode back to the kingdom of Midwinter, and they didn't know how many scars they would do.

But so what, this is the natural cycle of this magical world. Just like Arthur's past Earth and Mars's population trap, if there is no fundamental change, there will eventually be endless reincarnation.

Arthur is from Earth, but he can only be forced to be swept up by the rolling wheel of history, and all he can do is to allow himself and the people around him to temporarily avoid the noise of war and obtain a peace that is rare in the eyes of others.

The higher he stands, the more Arthur can feel how fluffy the snow is under the ground, warming up as the temperature warms. The ground, which was originally explained, was gradually dissolved into cracks by the sun.

As a descendant of fairies born from nature, Melissa knew all too well how dangerous such a place was, but she didn't know why Arthur, a teenager who had never been out of Morado, would know this knowledge.

Even the orcs who live in the snow of the mountains all year round are only understood by the wise men of the great tribes, so they would rather walk slower than provoke this unstoppable force.

"Can you stop it?" Arthur looked at the white snow. Asked the half-elves.

"No, I can only guide them, but I can't stop them, because they are also part of nature and law. Neither my power, nor the power of the entire wizarding world, can go against this essence. The half-elf's answer was frustrating, but it showed that even if you could destroy a continent, you wouldn't be a match for nature.

The winds of wailing, the sea of death. These are the natural laws of the wizarding world, as strong as half-goblins and Iguoda, and they can only follow the laws and guide the laws, but cannot change the laws.

Arthur also gradually understood why Dawus was so surprised by the big mushroom he knew in the first place, and the top wizard chess, who claimed to be able to simulate the entire wizarding world, could not bear this change.

Because the big mushroom from Arthur's memory no longer belongs to the law, and even completely changes the existence of matter in essence, the wizarding chess based on the wizarding world will completely collapse and be damaged, and even the core construction that constitutes the essence of wizarding chess has become a pair of tattered after the conflict of different laws.

The difference between the two is even higher than the conflict between the negative energy element and the natural element and the divine power, after all, the two are still bihedra born of the same essence.

This is more like the positive matter and antimatter in Arthur's universe, which will be wiped out once they collide, and no one can tolerate anyone's great enemy.

It's just that this makes Arthur even more confused, how did he travel over, isn't he a substance of another universe? Could it be that he is one of the lucky ones who escaped annihilation?

Thinking wildly, Arthur could only wait helplessly, after all, there was really nothing to think about in front of a snow-white earth.

After the orc army left, the convoy that Arthur was waiting for did not appear immediately, and the experience of the orcs passing through Morado and going south was that I am afraid that the logistics team would at least lag behind the vanguard for more than a week.

As a result, under the entire hillside, apart from the occasional rise of a team that might be robbed, forgetting to assemble the wolf riders who had fallen behind at the time, dragging scattered teams and occasionally passing by, Arthur had no object to amuse.

The big tribe is the regular army, the small tribe is purely a bandit, and Arthur is not an opponent against the regular army, against the bandits? Well, Arthur still had the idea of beating the food transport team.

After all, the young demon is his important labor force in the future, and now is not the time to take it out and work hard, what he wants to strengthen from the orcs is only food, and those demon king candidates are eager to cramp and skin Arthur and then step on 10,000 feet.

Lilia was thrown into the Wizard's Tower by Arthur, and Arthur stayed on the battlefield for a long time, and the abyssal aura in his body began to stir a little.

And he can't go into the wizard tower to meditate and stay up for a long time, even if he doesn't have to stare at it all the time, he must stay in the main world and can't hide in the wizard tower.

Fortunately, Arthur is not lonely, and he is accompanied by eye-catching half-goblins, even if he is whispered in his ear every day about those boring pharmacy knowledge, it is better than reasoning with those dead brains. (To be continued.) )