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The 300,000 wolf legions are assembled in the squares, streets, and alleys of the City of Nature.

Looking at the past, there was a black oppressive, well-equipped wolf clan soldiers, as many as dense ants.

Evie had never seen anything like it in her life. And under Aaron's guidance, she walked in front of the dense wolf soldiers, step by step to the hundreds of steps in front of the palace.

Of all the wolf clans present, no one could see themselves, and it was truly an unforgettable experience for Evie.

Ascending high and farsighted, the flag fluttering, and the wolf howl shook the sky.

Watching the crowds in the square is like a little starlight in the starry sky.

"What a spectacle, mighty legion. In this world, only the Spartan Empire is the hope of everyone! ”

Glancing downward, Evie sighed.

Later, in front of the palace gate on the high platform, a silhouette of a wolf clan appeared in the distance.

The silver-white steel armor and the moist nose spewed white air, reflecting his strength and health.

The two amber eyes were sparkling, revealing his bravery and wisdom; The two ears stand on the head, as if they will never be attached to the head to indicate submission.

Under the dense silver-gray winter hair, the strong muscles are clearly visible.

This is a "prime" wolf clan. And looking at his coat of arms, at least a commander general.

"Whew――――――"

There was a long, long howl from the prime-aged wolf clan. This howl has a long tail note, and it has a special style.

The voice wasn't just for the wolf. For all the wolves that let out a continuous howl, it is a song of survival, a song of freedom. Nature's Song! and Battle Song, and Wolf Song.

With the sound of this wolf howl, the lord of the city of nature, the king of the wolf clan, Worf, sat in the royal court. Then a moth flew over and bit him above the eye.

His gaze stayed on the moth's body, and its sharp claws raised silently and then suddenly froze. Eventually, he blinked and chased away the moth, which was as old as he was.

Wolf, the king of the wolf clan. His teeth had turned yellow, but they were white and sharp.

Wolf sighed, as if recalling his bravery. But as time went on, he went from being a wolf in his prime with shiny fur, snow-white teeth, and bright eyes (they were now cloudy). It became what it is today.

Back then, it was possible to effortlessly open the neck of a stag in the middle of winter and suck blood. Able to tear an adult human by hand.

Today, Wolf feels like he can't even hunt a rabbit, let alone a deer.

He moved his claws. Stand up. Walking through the dark road, guided by the howl of the wolf, he hung his head and walked towards the light ahead.

"Yes, although I am old, I can't tear a human being apart. But as the king of the wolf clan, under the royal court, there are 300,000 wolf warriors looking up here. As long as they give the order, they can do anything for themselves......"

Be in spirits. Wolf, the king of the wolf clan, raised his head and let out a louder howl.

Wolf's howl, that self-respecting tone. At least Aaron heard his passion for authority.

Authority is a good thing.

When a person has power, his desires swell.

When his desires are satisfied, he longs for higher powers, and in the end, his authority and desires are constantly sublimated.

Everyone has desires, and Aaron agrees.

Because desire is the driving force of a person's survival, only when desire exists, he will work harder to go in the direction of this desire.

But whether it's Wolf, Kurush, Kratos, etc., Aaron just wants them to use their power well and be worthy of the oath they once made.

In that way, they will have not only power, but also glory. If you go in the right direction, you will be able to reach the magnificent halls of glory.

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Gather 300,000 wolf legions, march into the city of the Spartan Empire, and stop the melee between the emperor and the senate within the imperial city.

It was an order from the god of war, and Worf had not yet dared to turn a blind eye to the order of the god of war. Although, in the ten years since the God of War disappeared, he looked down on anyone and was unwilling to obey anyone......

Before the Legion's action, there were no impassioned speeches, and no bloodthirsty incentives.

For the wolf clan, they have their own ancient rituals before fighting.

A deer, driven by several wolf warriors, suddenly appeared on the high platform.

A fierce wolf captain pounced on the deer's back, and the deer shook him off, but the wounds from his claws and fangs remained on the deer's body.

Just as the frightened stag tried to avoid the wolf, another wolf centurion pounced on it from the other side, leaving a new wound on it......

No one directly killed the terrified stag, but it seemed that all the wolf clan officers on the high platform were involved. Each pair of amber eyes became excited by the blood.

The deer's physical strength and spirit were drained by the 'wolves'.

In the end, the prime-aged wolf clan, who was the first to appear on the high platform, saw this opportunity.

He pounced on the deer's neck, grabbed the deer's throat accurately, and severed the deer's arteries with sharp teeth.

The deer fell to the ground, and if according to the ancient rules, at this time, the order of food distribution was determined according to the status of the wolf clan.

First of all, the wolf king will cut open the belly of the deer and devour the internal organs of the prey. When the wolf king finished eating, the wolf clan, who had long been impatient, rushed up and began to snatch the meat from the deer.

It's just that today, it doesn't have to be. Today's wolf clan is not the past after all, today's wolf king is the king of the wolf clan in the mega city of nature, which governs millions of people.

"Whew-" Wolfliso broke open the stag's belly and removed a bright red heart. Raise your head to the sky and let out a wolf howl.

The wolf officers all had deer blood on their beards and smelled of blood in their mouths. Follow Wolf's voice and wave your arms back. The narrow tone stretched forward, and the wolf howl was heard in unison.

And this is the general order for the march of the 300,000 wolf clan legions!

Whoa, whoa, whoa......

The rapid and agile sound of spray cannons resounded throughout the natural city.

The huge gates made of steel opened to both sides, and the mighty wolf army was advancing, and the whole scene was extremely spectacular. And the march speed of the 300,000 wolf clan legions is much faster than the speed of horseback.

"Are you afraid of heights?"

Evie was still intoxicated by the sheer force of the wolf army. Suddenly, I heard a sudden question next to me for no reason.

And in the moment when Evie was stunned.

Crackling, Aaron's bones exploded, in sight. Aaron's body twisted irregularly, shrinking into a ball. Then, in the explosion of a layer of green light, his figure rapidly enlarged.

Lion claws, snake tails, fleshy wings, and scaly skin.

Fast, too fast, so that Evie hadn't even reacted.

A great feeling of vertigo quickly enveloped her.

A giant dragon with a body length of more than 50 meters flew into the air. Evie lay on top of the cold scales. Beneath her soft body was the image of an abyssal insect.

The mind is in a state of half-dementia. Climbing thousands of meters in the air in the blink of an eye, Evie's face first turned pale, and then turned extremely red. The dazed and overwhelmed brain is like a blank sheet of paper.

Everything that comes out of the blue, both real and unreal. I felt like I had a free child in my arms, and my heart was apprehensive and I couldn't stop beating.

Lying on the back of a flying dragon is more like a magical and magical journey. Makes Evie's mind confused and tense. As time passed, calm slowly returned.

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The city of the Spartan Empire. At the intersection of the north and south of the city, there is only a ten-meter-wide bridge.

"Despicable aliens, despicable traitors! Today is the end of you! ”

Kratos. Compared to a decade ago, the beard on the lips is more lush and the hair is thicker.

In the sunlight and the cheers of 20,000 Spartan heavily-helmeted warriors, the muscles on his shoulders could be seen bulging like fists, and his bronzed skin glittered in the sun, making people feel an abundant strength.

Kratos, King of Sparta, dressed in a bright red coat. In addition to the splashes of shattered light that burst out of his pupils, the war spear in his hand also carried a dazzling sharpness.

"Kratos, what do you want to do? Have you betrayed the god of war and your empress? ”

Some intricate patterns, which seem to be important to the Minotaurs, can be found on their clothing, armor, weapons, and even skin. The appearance of the minotaur, a mixture of human and bull features.

It has a bulky and powerful humanoid shape, two horns that bend upwards, a cow's tail, and the head of a bull, which is most different from the human race.

Dressed in black heavy armor, a black mane fluttering in the wind on his chest, Broken Horn and the 10,000 Minotaur legions and 100,000 orc legions behind him were in a rage of preparing for battle.

"Shut up, disgusting minotaur. Your prophet is a despicable traitor, and Her Majesty the Empress has ordered the traitors of the Empire to be exterminated, just today! ”

Spit splashed on the edge of Kratos' furious lips, and without looking back, he directly encouraged the 20,000 Spartan warriors behind him, "Spartans, today, we are going to bloody our enemies here several times over!" ”

Rushing!

The Spartan heavy-helmeted warriors instantly lined up in a close formation shoulder to shoulder, with the front row laying their spears flat and the back row resting their spears on the shoulders of the front row, forming a wall of spears.

And correspondingly, with the broken angle raised the totem pole in his hand. The Minotaurs blocked the bridge, and 100,000 orc soldiers roared and cursed in the rear.

Before the Elder Fathers of the Empire and the Empress of Lidong arrived here, no one had the right to casually provoke this war that shook the entire Imperial City.

A pair of huge eyes, staring at the neatly arranged formation of 20,000 Spartan warriors.

Based on Broken Horn's experience and understanding, fighting the most elite legion phalanx of the Spartan Empire will be costly. At the very least, the 10,000 minotaurs behind him will be killed and wounded. Although, since yesterday, these Spartan heavy helmets have lost their sub-god identity and skills.

"The Holy City of Nothingness also has the disappearance of the influence of the God of War. Let the Spartan legion be on the verge of losing its mind. Abandoned by the god of war, they are resentful, angry, manic, and desperate. After all, yesterday was still high and invincible. The God of War Legion, losing everything overnight, is not something that everyone can accept calmly. ”

While Broken Horn was secretly analyzing, he had already sent someone to report to the Imperial Elders of the Senate.

If war is inevitable. Knowledge of the Spartan Helmeted Phalanx with Broken Horns.

In bloody battles, the shields of the Spartan warriors were their lives.

Their defensive tactics are very strong, defending in the first two rows and stabbing with spears in the back. When attacking, basically the leftmost end of the phalanx is closed, because the warrior holds a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right. When attacking, each Spartan phalanx warrior will protect the warrior to his left.

Honing this tactic requires considerable strength and physical strength, including judgment, so they have just given birth to the surviving offspring of good quality (the Spartans put the born children in wine, as long as the body trembles. just throw the children away) will put them out into nature to survive after the age of 7. Only those who survive and return to Sparta can become true Spartans.

To be honest, Broken Horn did not want to fight with such a fighter, because the consequences were unbearable.

Especially, when the sacrifices of the Pantheon of the God of War, the servants of the gods, tangled up with the dense temple guards, and the fanatical believers of half the city, poured in from all directions.

Carrying a totem pole on his shoulder. Not a second can be easy, just a few minutes. The palms of the broken horns were already soaked with sweat. Ten years have made the glory of the former empire gone. Because of all kinds of misunderstandings and Mao contradictions that are not cleared up, the Spartan Empire without the leadership of the God of War has finally changed its taste.

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The sunlight shone through the thin clouds, shining on a piece of armor, reflecting countless silver rays that dazzled the eyes of those between the two bridges.

And this sunlight was filtered by layers of spears, shields, giant axes, and other weapons, leaking into the face of each soldier, all of which turned into a faint round and gently swaying halo.

Half an hour had passed, and Nancheng had already seen Empress Lidong's chariot in the distance, and it was driving towards this side again.

And in the northern city area, a large number of imperial elders, surrounded by many people, are also moving towards the center of the imperial city.

The heads of both sides are expected, and the time for the start of the war is ten minutes later.

Kratos glanced up at the dazzling expanse of light, he stood alone in the middle of the bridge in a few tiger steps, and with only two people could hear, he said to the broken corner that strode forward, "Old friend, it seems that one of us must fall today." ”

Next, the tone and vision of the broken corner, which are also different from the ones just now.

"It's a pity, I'm the king of the minotaurs, you're the king of Sparta, and we've always been two ridiculous kings."

The corners of the broken horn and mouth curled, more like self-deprecation.

Kratos smiled happily, raised his shield and spear, and defiantly, "You should be glad, old friend." If it had been yesterday, you would not be qualified to say such a thing. 10,000 Holy City warriors who can sweep through your minotaurs. ”

Broken Horn strode out, put the totem pole on his shoulder, flat in his hand, and hummed happily and bravely, "Today, let's have a real showdown." ”

Seeing the flags behind the two sides, the war would be inevitable, and the actions between the two kings drove a total of hundreds of thousands of people on both sides to breathe in chaos.

But, at this moment,

"Broken Horn, Kratos. Put away your weapons. Today, I'm afraid, is not a good day for fighting. ”

A raft that rows into the stone eye from the river under the bridge. Worf, the king of the wolf clan, stretched out a wolf tongue and looked meaningfully at the two sides of the tension.

Behind Worf, the king of the wolf clan, there was a dense raft that filled the entire river, and on it stood countless wolf soldiers.

"Worf, you finally can't sit still?"

Condescendingly, the broken horn provokes the corner of his eye. Including Kratos, he also has nothing good to say about this old thing who has not been in contact with him for ten years, "Even if you bring all the wolf legions, there is no qualification for you to speak in the Imperial City." Pick a direction, choose a master, and stand up quickly, you old war dog! ”

If it were normal, but in the face of such insults, Worf, the king of the wolf clan at the peak of his life, would definitely be angry.

But today, he has no such anger. Overnight, he grew old for decades. For Worf, it's as if everything is back to 10 years ago. At that time, he was only submissive, and everything was done according to the orders of the god of war.

"My king!"

A funny scene appeared. Wolf knelt beneath Kratos and reverted to the title he had given him ten years ago.

Ten years ago, under the god of war, only Kratos and Gogo could accept such reverence.

Although unexpected, in the eyes of the broken corner, this is definitely not an interesting phenomenon. The muscles on his face twitched irregularly. The strength of the 300,000 wolf clan legions should not be underestimated, and today, the Senate may have no chance of winning.

"Worf, I have to admire you, the old bones can still kneel and bend. Let me think about how many years you haven't been on your knees. Wolf, I have to say...... Belch! ”

In the midst of great disappointment and anger, the cynicism of the broken horn was suddenly interrupted. Including Kratos's expression, he also stiffened for a moment.

Wolf pulled out a golden sign. Under the sunlight, golden rays of light are reflected.

"Augustus, the god of war, has returned! In the name of the god of war, the Orc Legion, the Minotaur Legion, the Spartan Legion, and the Pantheon...... Head to Spartan at once! God of War in the Imperial Plains, summon his legions! ――――――”

"Spartan City will be fully taken over by the wolf legion from now on!" (To be continued......)