The pale moonlight shone on the dim sky, and the dust flying in the air emitted a little starlight.

"Ahem, ahem...... What about the Kasler others? Who are you? Draenor clutched his mouth and nose as he laboriously walked through the dust to the bottom of the chasm, the men's outfits looking unfamiliar, not like Snowway's robes, not even like the Butland family's signature attire.

"We are the personal guards of Boss Kasler, we don't have time to explain so much, the guards are about to chase after us!"

The werewolf's wail was heard in his ears, and his swollen body dragged his chains outside the prison door, and Draenor quickly lifted the old madman's body to the ground, and then grabbed the arms of his followers and crawled out of the gap.

The door to the dungeon shook wildly, and Draenor got up to keep up with his entourage, he didn't have time to doubt Castleler's plan, so he could only take a step and run towards the side door of the garden—he had to leave.

While the exact time is unclear, it's clear that the heist went on a little faster than planned, and it seems that everything was completely disrupted by the early arrival of the full moon night.

The palace in Peryara was in shambles, and the bits and pieces of soldiers rushed to the back garden, spears in hand, and frantically opened fire on the fleeing prisoners.

Bullets whizzed across Draenor's waist and abdomen, and the men around him raised their spears and turned to fight back. There was no room for hesitation, and Draenor could only carry the scrawny old Will on his shoulders, and with Battry's men in his palace, he almost leaned over the ground and ran towards the carriage parked at the side door of the palace.

The door was kicked open from the inside, and an armored soldier reached out and grabbed Draenor's arm, looking up, the familiar commander.

"Gark!? What's going on? ”

"Mr. Chard, it's a pleasure to see you again...... I'll talk about it later, get in the car first! ”

A bullet hit the metal guard of the carriage, sending a blinding chain of fire into the sky. Draenor jumped into the carriage with Will, and the next second Gark closed the door, drew a spear from under his seat and handed it to Draenor.

The horses, frightened by the roaring gunfire, raised their hooves and galloped toward the gates of Boyara. Draenor expertly placed the barrel of the gun on the hole in the window, aiming at the soldiers chasing after him, and constantly pulling the trigger.

It wasn't until all the bullets in the magazine were empty that he had a chance to stop and turn to look at the commander beside him, "Why do you want to help Castleler?" Didn't you swear allegiance to Snowway? ”

"It was too late, and the 'canine faction' in the south heard of Dmitry's death and wanted to take this opportunity to attack the city of Boyara. Castleler's offer is reasonable, I will rescue you and the old madman for him, and in return he will evacuate all the civilians around the city of Boyara, and if I survive, maybe I will be reunited with my wife and children. This war should have ended a long time ago! ”

With that, the pediatrician pulled out spare ammunition from under the breastplate and handed it over, and Draenor expertly shoved the bullet the length of his index finger into the slot.

"But why did the full moon come suddenly?"

Gark didn't have time to answer Draenor's question, and finally had a chance to catch his breath after firing three shots out the window in quick succession, "This happened in a hurry, a black battleship suddenly came on the west coast, and those people performed a strange ceremony on the coast, maybe it all had something to do with them!" ”

Draenor analyzed the other party's answer and barely cleared his mind, and his intuition told him that the battleship in Gark's mouth was definitely the same one that his group had seen before landing, which meant that the sudden arrival of the full moon was also related to the Azrans!

It's really a wave of unevenness...... Draenor was overwhelmed by the tricky situation in front of him, and while his group was trying their best to deal with the Snowway royal family, the Azra were not idle, their target was still Vikilic, and when it was over, he had to stop the Yazra's plot.

Just as the carriage was about to leave the city of Posara, the bullet suddenly hit one side of the wheel, and with the vibration of the broken wooden wheel, the whole carriage rolled on the ground like a fishing boat swallowed up by a huge wave.

The bodies of the three of them were hit violently in the carriage one after another, and the dust raised filled the carriage, and Draenor held Will's body tightly in his arms with the pain of his flesh, and if something happened to him, it would all be meaningless.

The carriage finally came to a stop after hitting a dead tree at the city gate, and Draenor struggled to straighten up, the whole carriage turning upside down. He let go of his arms, and Old Will was in a coma from the blow to the head, but at least he was breathing steadily.

Sweeping away the dust in front of him, Draenor looked around the carriage without seeing Garke at all, and only then did he notice the commotion around him.

Prostrate his head out of the window, Garke's body was lying in a flower bed ten meters away, and he was thrown out of the car the moment it flipped over, the broken wooden bar pierced his thigh, and the blood gushing out of it stained the white cornflower around him scarlet.

General Ardris led his men around Gark, and as he struggled to retreat, the general stomped on his wounded thigh.

"Ahhh!!h

Gark's screams echoed through the oasis, and his comrades, who had been brothers and sisters, raised their spears and aimed them at the commander's body.

"Gark? It's so surprising that you would be so stupid as to betray King Will and betray the entire Snowway Kingdom! ”

The general sneered and reached out to slap Galk's feather hat aside, leaning over and grabbing his hair.

"You should be the ones who are stupid...... I've been working for a puppet king all along! ”

Draenor, who was huddled in the carriage, frowned, but he didn't expect Garke to learn the truth about the eldest king. He pulled out the spear from his side, and had only filled the magazine with one bullet before, but in front of him were more than twenty heavily armed warriors, and reason told him that there was no room for salvation.

"Puppet? I don't know what you're talking about, but the king himself is just like the totem painted on the flag, just a symbol! Our mission is to hold on to the city of Boyara and let the glory of Snowway shine on the whole of Abel! The general smirked, pushing the stick of wood in Garke's thigh a little deeper.

"Ah...... Hehehe, so where is your so-called 'glory'? Slaughtering my own people for the sake of honor and money, if it is the 'glory' that is obtained through this means, then I would prefer to live in darkness for the rest of my life! ”

Garke glanced inside the carriage and struggled to pull a short gun from under his breastplate.

"Mr. Chad! It's all coming to an end! Take that old madman and run west! If you want to live, you can't go back! ”

As soon as the words fell, a dazzling gunfire exploded in front of him, and at the moment when the general stepped back, all the soldiers pulled the trigger towards Garke.

After a fierce fire, Garke's body was torn to shreds by the burst of fire chains, and his broken body fell into the flower bed like autumn leaves.

"Damn, this guy wants to be a traitor." General Adriss reached out and touched the dented armor on his chest, then turned his gaze to the broken carriage.

"Garke...... Damn it! ”

Without a hint of hesitation, Draenor gritted his teeth, picked up Will and turned around and sped away in the direction of the sunset.

"Kill that stranger."

As soon as the general gave the order, the surrounding soldiers chased after Draenor like mad wolves. The sound of gunfire continued from behind, bullets piercing Draenor's back and ankles, and a large amount of crimson blood burst through his chest, staining the sand beneath his feet like a shower.

The scene in front of him gradually became blurry, and Draenor desperately kept his eyes open to stay awake, the full moon was coming, and he must not fall!

Ignoring the pain, he slammed through the branches and leaves in front of him and continued to run towards the hillside. With his legs working like a machine, he didn't know if he would be able to escape the soldiers, and all he could do was rely on instinct to keep going.

But just as they were about to enter the valley, three or four figures on horses suddenly appeared in front of them, and they raised their spears in their hands, ready to shoot through Draenor's body.

"Don't bother, you can't run away."

The man in the top hat jumped off his horse and walked towards the two with a short gun in hand. When the two sides were less than two meters apart, Draenor finally saw each other's faces.

Kasler ...... Why you? Draenor's body became numb and he fell to his knees as he fell to the ground, "Isn't your plan to save us from the dungeon?" ”

"'Rescued'? Please, don't talk about me so noble, okay? I'm just a merchant, you're free, I've got the blood of the Long King, that's what we're trading for. Castleler pushed Draenor away, lifting Will's bony arms and stepping back.

"But you have to at least fulfill your promises, where are those civilians taken?"

"Huh, civilian?" Castleler sneered and shrugged his shoulders, turned his head to look at Draenor with a cold look and said, "I'm sorry, it looks like I've disappointed Gark, I don't have that much spare time to worry about those common people, who are still in the village...... By the way, there are no civilians in times of war. ”

“…… You lied to Gark, you lied to everyone! The enemy is coming, and you're watching them die! ”

Vaguely, Draenor heard a roar behind him, and he knew very well that the Snowway soldiers were coming.

Castleler tossed Will's body aside and threw something at Draenor. He barely raised his arm, and felt the peculiar texture of metal on his chest, and it couldn't be wrong with the short gun that Castleler had carried before.

"Let's save some strength, foreigner...... With only one bullet left in the magazine, it's up to you whether you want to fight your pursuers to the death or leave it at that. Castleler gave Draenor a contemptuous look, straightened his collar, and turned to walk towards the unconscious Will.

Draenor raised the spear in response to the other man's words, the barrel reflecting a dazzling white light in the moonlight. In a trance, he seemed to hear Garke's whisper.

"If you want to live, you can't turn back......"

The Butrie family is still a victim of the Lycos, and even if he dies because of it, he will fall into hell with the demons in front of him.

With an answer in mind, Draenor looked sideways at the slowly rising full moon in the sky, blood bursting in his chest. With all his strength, he raised his short gun, aimed it at Castleler's torso, and held his fingers on the trigger.

"Game of Thrones has to end here......"

Bang –

The bullet whistled through Castleler's heart, and he fell to his knees without taking another step towards Will, and his entourage jumped off his horse and ran to the side of the "boss" without any expectation of what was happening.

"Boss! Damn outlanders! Damn prisoners! ”

Blazing flames erupted from the muzzle of the gun at the same time, and Draenor's heart beat abruptly for a moment, and he felt everything in his chest be torn to shreds. He knew he couldn't hold on any longer, and his body fell heavily to the ground with the short spear.

The moonlight enveloped Will's body, and the instinct for survival prompted him to gradually transform into a werewolf, and the old Will swung his claws at his followers, and just as the two were about to make contact, a fiery bullet pierced his neck.

Looking at the two who had fallen to the ground, the attendants did not have time to hesitate, and the roar behind them grew closer, and they frantically lifted Castler's body onto the horse, and galloped away into the dark valley.

With the last shred of consciousness, Draenor saw Will crawl over his bloody body, stretching out his withered fingers against his chest.

"I survived in the dungeon for twelve years, but I still didn't escape the war...... It's all over, I've found my own ending, and it's up to you to move on......"

With a groan of pain, Will tore open his chest with his clawed arm, and Draenor could clearly see a heart in his hand that was gushing blood in the air.

"Inherit Mutu's will, and the blood of the Elder King will give you new life."

The old madman stretched out his trembling arms and filled his heart into Draenor's torn chest, then sighed and completed the final ritual.

"The old king is gone...... The new king lives forever......"

The hurricane blew through the woods, and the moment Will fell, everything around him was enveloped in pale light, and the familiar feeling hit like a frenzy again.

The flames spread wildly from his chest to all corners of his body, and Draenor's body was charred, crawling on the ground by his wild instincts.

Powerful force frantically raced through his muscles, and this time, his consciousness didn't completely disappear. With the help of the reflection of the pools of blood around him, he finally saw his whole picture clearly-

- It was a beast shrouded in white flames.