The results shocked the entire Emerald Sea, and the chiefs and priests of the various tribes gathered together to discuss the threat from the Great Cloister. Whether it was a gunboat, a firenet, or a phalanx, it was something new they had never seen before, and even the most knowledgeable werewolves had only heard of it.

In this case, the discussion naturally yielded no results, and the meeting spent most of its time in swearing and yelling. Many great chieftains and high priests gathered together, and it often took ten days and half a month to discuss a result. This is also the rhythm that the tribal werewolves are used to.

It is customary for the tribe to divide the year into two phases, sowing and harvesting, hunting and resting. Whatever the name, its essence can be distinguished by the presence of food and the absence of food. Tribal werewolves are also accustomed to doing two things a year, one per season.

However, before the chiefs and priests could fully vent their shock into anger, Eska, the Earl of Garder, who had been labeled as a wolf, had already shown a decisiveness that was completely different from the traditional one, leading a large army to sweep through the more than a dozen werewolf tribes outside the Emerald Coast, and it was still increasing at a rate of two or three tribes per day.

The earl-level chiefs of the two major tribes were killed by Eskar and Hins Xu in the process of trying to challenge Escar. Originally, Eskar was outstanding in combat power, and his sniping ability was a rare master among the werewolves, and he had to be given a number of high-grade weapons by Qianye to completely make up for his weaknesses in close combat, and his combat power skyrocketed, and ordinary earl-level powerhouses could not escape death under him.

Under such a threat, the Great Chieftain and the priests had to put aside their traditions, reach an agreement with unprecedented speed, and gather more than 200,000 troops to press towards the Great Corridor.

However, Eskar did not dare to hold it up, so he led his troops to retract the front line that had rushed too far forward, and merged with the 50,000 integrated troops that had just arrived in the rear to form an army of nearly 100,000 people, build fortifications on the spot, and stubbornly resist them.

When the fortifications and firepower of the Terrans were combined with the bravery of the werewolves, it was suddenly amazingly powerful. The Emerald Seawerewolf attacked several times, except for throwing down tens of thousands of corpses, they were unable to defend the defense line of the Great Cloister at all, and one attack was beaten back by a rain of bullets before they even rushed to the front of the defense line.

The two sides began to confront each other, and reinforcements arrived one after another. Soon, more than 300,000 troops were gathered on the side of the Emerald Sea, and Eskar's troops were also close to 200,000.

As soon as the army was assembled, the chieftains of the Emerald Sea tribe couldn't hold back their temperament, and a decisive battle broke out.

The huge numerical superiority finally neutralized the firepower of the Great Corridor, and the Emerald Seawolves rushed to the front of the defense line and entered the familiar white-knuckle battle. However, the resilience of the battle line of the combination of the Terrans and werewolves is still far beyond the expectations of the Emerald Sea Werewolves, and the Terran warriors who should have collapsed because they had no way to retreat, and because of the desperate fight of the werewolf comrades around them, they were also aroused to blood, and began to fight regardless of life and death.

The bloody battle lasted from afternoon to dusk, and in the center of the battlefield and in the air, the strong men on both sides were also fighting desperately. Because of the addition of Xu Jingxuan and the mercenary generals, the Grand Corridor had an advantage in the battle of the strong, and Eskar even had the heart of death, and he was hit by more than ten knives in his body, and killed two earls and chieftains alone.

As night fell, the exhausted sides finally sounded the horn of retreat, and the Emerald Sea Werewolf retreated to the starting position, while the werewolf in the Grand Cloister still stood on the defensive line.

The strip between the two armies has been filled with corpses, human races, but the vast majority are werewolves. Nearly 100,000 werewolves turned into corpses in the battle, and tens of thousands of them were seriously injured and unable to move, with the reality of the werewolf tribe, the medicine was scarce, and the herbs were too late to be sent to the battlefield, so they could not be treated, and could only wait for death in pain.

The result of the bloody battle seemed to be evenly divided, but the casualties of the Emerald Sea far exceeded that of the opponent, nearly 100,000 serious injuries and deaths, making the comparison of the combat power of the two sides become 200,000 to 150,000, the numerical advantage of the Emerald Sea is no longer as huge as it was at the beginning, and the Great Corridor still has the advantage of fortifications.

The chiefs and priests began to argue, arguing over whether to attack further or wait for reinforcements.

At this moment, the werewolves of the Great Cloister made a surprising move, sending teams of warriors to sweep the battlefield and transport the wounded back to their positions, whether they belonged to the Grand Cloister or the Emerald Sea.

The chiefs and priests were shocked to find that the morale of the soldiers was rapidly declining. There was no shortage of wise men among the chiefs and priests, and they immediately decided to take advantage of the darkness to launch an assault. The night is the world of werewolves, and the Terran warriors on the side of the Great Cloister will be weakened even more at night.

That night, the bloody battle broke out again, and it continued until dawn.

Whether it's the Emerald Sea or the Great Corridor, the scale and brutality of this bloody battle is beyond the memory of all werewolves. Even in the pioneer era of the ancestors, which was passed down by word of mouth, there was no such battle.

From daylight to dawn, more than 300,000 werewolves died in this land, and more than half of the 20,000 Terran warriors who accompanied them were killed or wounded. There are only 100,000 surviving werewolves on the side of the Emerald Sea, and there are still 80,000 of the Great Cloister coalition forces on the opposite side who can stand. Both sides are exhausted, and even the strong are crumbling.

When dawn comes, the morning light gradually illuminates the earth. As the morning dawn fell, there was a faint shaking of the earth. The vibrations came from the direction of the Emerald Sea, clear and rhythmic.

One by one, the werewolves in the Great Cloister stood up and looked silently into the distance. Ignoring the half-bandaged wound, Eskar pushed the Terran medic away and struggled to her feet. He strode through the crowd and to the front of the line, his brows furrowed, his eyes deep apprehension, and fear that was not well hidden.

In the direction of the Emerald Sea, billowing smoke and dust swept in. A behemoth burst out of the smoke and dust, like a war beast that had strayed into the land.

It was a war elephant tens of meters high, covered with armor made of white bone, and countless giant beast fangs and long horns were embedded in the bone armor, turning the war elephant into a terrifying mobile fortress.

After the war elephants, there is a vast army with no end in sight. Countless werewolf warriors galloped and shook, their footsteps shaking the ground, but they still couldn't hide the ancient drums of war.

The werewolves of the Emerald Sea suddenly erupted into a roar like a landslide and tsunami, and many warriors transformed into werewolf battle forms on the spot, raising their heads to the sky and howling.

Ancient war elephants, which have existed for hundreds of years, have always occupied an important chapter in the history of the werewolves. It is also the first time it has appeared in nearly three decades.

This is the mount of the Duke of Bones, and it is also the symbol of the Duke of Bones, in the minds of the Emerald Werewolves, the Duke is a symbol of terror and death, irreversible and irresistible. And this memory lasted for at least three hundred years.

Eska's mane stood on end, the fear in his eyes was swept away, and he also let out a long roar, spitting bloody spit, and laughing, "I really didn't expect that one day we little people would be able to beat His Excellency the Duke of Bones! Even if it is worth dying here!"

Xu Jingxuan paced to his side and smiled bitterly, "I don't want to die yet." My youngest son is only a year old, and I want to see him again. ”

Eskar said, "Sooner or later, the cubs will go to war, won't they?"

"Yes, maybe one day, he will die at the hands of the Duke of Bones. Xu Jingxuan said, gradually straightening his chest, and the initial fear was gone.

He glanced at Eskar and said, "I never imagined that one day I would fight alongside a werewolf. ”

"I didn't expect that I would become comrades-in-arms with my former enemy. ”

When Xu Jingxuan was about to say something, his whole body suddenly trembled, his face instantly turned pale, and several wounds on his body were even cracked because of the high tension of the muscles, and the blood mist stained the battle armor red again.

Eska's reaction was even stronger, and the bones in her body were rattling, as if she was carrying a heavy mountain, and it was extremely difficult to straighten her body. He was reluctant to try to raise his head, even if his body was shattered, and he no longer wanted to face the mountain in front of him in a prostrate position.

The sky was darkened, as if it were going back to night. The irresistible coercion quietly enveloped the audience, and the werewolves of the Emerald Sea all knelt on the ground, shouting the praises of the prestige of the Duke of Bones. Most of the werewolves on the side of the Great Cloister also knelt, fear clung to them, and even they didn't know whether they were cursing or begging for forgiveness.

Hundreds of years of accumulated power, the irresistible power of the terrifying realm, suppressed the whole audience in an instant, and the results of the previous bloody battle between Eskar and the werewolf in the Great Cloister were instantly wiped out.

This is the king of the Emerald Sea for hundreds of years, the Duke of Bones. His presence renders all werewolf struggles meaningless. The werewolves who had been driven into the Great Cloister for generations could only rush towards Zheng Guo and smash them to pieces on the steel fortress of the human race with rudimentary wood and iron pieces, and they did not dare to turn back and kill the Emerald Sea.

However, at this moment, a glimmer of dazzling morning light suddenly pierced the darkness of the sky, and a huge warship seemed to leap out of the void and flew towards the battlefield.

In the eyes of werewolves and Terran warriors, this never-before-seen giant warship burned with light and fire throughout, cutting through the realm of the Duke of Bones with incredible grace and reigning on the battlefield.

This is the real King's Landing, compared to this floating battleship of hundreds of meters, the white bone war elephant looks like a big toy, those sharp tusks and giant thorns can not threaten the battleship in the air at all, and its seemingly hideous bone armor can hardly be said to be able to withstand the bombardment of the battleship's main guns.

The real powerhouses on both sides saw that the light and fire surrounding the battleship were just illusory illusions, and it was the fierce collision and friction of the forces of the two realms when they tore through the realm of the Duke of Bones. It is impossible not to fight in such a large area without fierceness, but it seems that the battleship can easily tear open the domain of the Duke of Bones.

Whether it is easy or difficult, at least in the battle for the realm, the Duke of White Bone has already lost a game.

Seeing the faint and familiar figure on the bow of the battleship, the warriors of the Great Cloister erupted in a tsunami-like cheer, and many werewolves got rid of their previous extreme fear and fell to the ground and shouted, 'My King'.

Qianye stood on the bow of the battleship, overlooking the battlefield below. From his vantage point, he could see that on the back of the white-boned giant elephant was a three-story bone palace, with a gorgeous style, but the color was too bleak, and there was an air of decay and decay from the inside out.

The door to the top floor of the palace opened, and the Duke of Bones stepped out onto the terrace and looked up at the battleship in the sky. Even though a mask of animal bones obscured most of his face, hatred, anger, and surprise could still be seen in his eyes.

The hoarse and strange voice of the Duke of White Bone sounded, like a wave of the sea, and spread throughout the entire battlefield in waves: "Where did you come from, ignorant junior, even with your ability, dare to come to the Emerald Sea to provoke? There is just a lack of ornaments on the totem pole of my altar, so let you fill it!"