As night falls,

The full moon hanging high covered the earth with a silvery white veil.

In order not to attract the attention of the people of the Misty Mountains in the distance, the campfire could not even be lit, so that the soldiers who lacked tents to protect themselves from the cold could only huddle together, huddle in the animal skin blanket and shiver, and occasionally sip a sip or two of the spirits they carried with them to dispel the chill of the ice and snow.

"It's not going to go on like this!"

Carolus frowned, feeling that her plan was a little too much to take for granted.

"Don't talk about waiting for the right time," he thought worriedly as he patrolled the camp, "Without a campfire, it would be difficult for the soldiers to survive even one night in such a low temperature!"

But Carolus could not reveal the existence of this army.

After all, once the people of the Misty Mountains are aware of it, what is the point of this sneak attack?

"Is that a failure?"

He couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, and it was almost not difficult to see that this army had suffered numerous non-combat attrition due to the cold, and even the rest could only drag their sick bodies into battle, and finally ended up in defeat.

"Lord Earl!"

A respectful greeting interrupted his musings.

Carolus looked up.

is a panting scout.

"There's a situation!" he pointed in the direction of the Misty Mountain people's camp and said solemnly, "Those damn barbarians have moved!

"Oh?"

Carolus instantly became interested, and raised his hand to signal him to get up and continue to report.

"I saw in the distance on the hillside that the shaman of the Misty Mountain had drawn a large, strange rune in blood in the middle of the camp!" The scout still shuddered at the scene, so high that even his tone was a little high, "their leader, the Omenwolf, is standing on the high platform in the middle of the rune! There are many heads on the side! and it looks like most of them are partying..."

"So... What do these barbarians want to do?" Carolus inexplicably felt a cold chill, and his strong curiosity drove him to make up his mind: "Take me over and see!"

"Yes, Lord Earl!"

After the scout saluted respectfully, he hurried ahead to lead the way.

There was no need to alarm the soldiers in the camp for the time being, and the two trotted to the location of the observation point.

I don't need him to remind me.

The wide view of the place gave Carolus a glimpse of the campfire at a glance.

As the scout describes:

I don't know how much innocent blood was used, and a huge and strange rune was reflected in the dark red snow, and on the wooden platform, the upper body of the Wolf of Omen was beating like a crazy drum.

"Knock! knock!knock...!"

Despite the distance between the two places, the sound seemed to make a person's pulse beat with it, shaking Carolus's eardrums, making him feel his body become restless, and inexplicably began to have some longing.

Blood, carnage...

The warm touch of the red liquid splashing on his face, the screams and wails of dying despair...

It feels a bit familiar.

It's like the desire to tear everything apart when you just got out of that darkness!

"What's going on!!"

Quickly throwing this abnormal thought out of his mind, Carolus was keenly aware that the blood vessels in the eyes of the scout next to him exploded, and his expression began to become more and more hideous and terrifying.

"Wake up!"

He shook the scout's shoulders vigorously, but that only made the red eyes reflect a palpable hostility.

"Roar!!

The sound of the fighting between the throats and the grinding of the blades of the swords sounded almost simultaneously, and the two-handed greatsword slashed violently with the sound of breaking wind.

"Damn it!"

Carolus realized that the soldier had completely surrendered to the desires that had risen in his heart.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to launch a counterattack.

"Bang!"

After dodging the attack sideways, the scout's body was thumped to the ground by Carrollus' shoulder, and there was a dull thump of bump.

"Wake up!"

He tried to call out again.

The response was still the roar of the sword from the throat and the breaking wind.

The scout was as hideous as mad, furious and irrational as a beast. As if the only thought left in his mind was to tear apart everything in front of him, his eyes flashed with cruelty.

"Bang!"

Once again, he was knocked to the ground.

Carolus landed a heavy hand, knocking over the scout and slashing him the back of the neck.

However, the expected coma effect did not occur.

So much so that the moment Carolus's spirit relaxed, he was overwhelmed by his counterattack.

"Get out of here!"

He tried to break free with some annoyance.

But the force transmitted by pressing on his wrist was surprisingly strong.

"Roar!"

The scout bit Carolus's neck like a rumored vampire, and this familiar attack made it easy for him to notice the fangs that were obviously too sharp.

"Holy Shield!"

At the last moment, a dazzling holy light illuminated the high ground, and it also blocked this crazy attack as he wished.

"Whew!"

It's like barbecue meat on a frying board.

The scout's body shuddered violently, and it was melted by the unique effect of the Holy Shield.

He was set on fire!

"Ah!!h

The wailing of the severe pain and the light of the Holy Light naturally made Carolus reveal his existence.

He saw the Misty Mountain people dancing around the campfire and the movements of the carnival came to a halt, and their leader, the Omenwolf Wolf, looked at the high ground with strange and inexplicable eyes!

"Oops!"

Carolus hurriedly swung his sword to end the scout's pain.

But the remedy was obviously a little late, "The plan just failed?" he gritted his teeth and slammed the scout's sword into the snow, "Blame that damn drum!"

The Omenwolf on the high platform smiled at him at this moment.

Carolus noticed the curvature of his mouth and the raised arms, and the paused Misty Mountains pulled out the wine pouch from their waists and gulped down the liquid at the direction of this movement.

It's blood!

Carolus could see the bright red dripping from the corners of their mouths!

"What the hell are these Misty Mountain people playing!" he was undoubtedly a little shocked by this, "Could it be..."

Change is sparked in this instant!

The people of the Misty Mountains who drank the 'blood of the devil' are all boiling!

They were like the mad scout from before, blood-red eyes, beast-like howls... The only exception is perhaps a trace of sanity.

At least these people still know how to do what they are told.

"Tonight..."

Carolus could hear the Omenwolf waving his arm and shouting, "Let's bloodbath Ryan!!"