The sun was sinking, and the afterglow of dusk remained on the distant hills, and a handful of evening breezes blew through the layers of forests and seas, rolling out a dark green wave, and came to a high mountain not far from the valley, where a few birds swept over the top of the mountain with the wind and sand, turning into a group of tiny black dots in the observer's crimson pupils.

"It's a poetic scene, don't you think? The Blood Clan casually played with the dagger in his hand, "I feel the joy of a long time in my heart, in such a beautiful twilight, sending the dagger into the heart of the other party, watching the enemy die in a tragic posture, isn't it a very artistic picture?"

Next to the vampire, stood a tall man, wearing the Mirante armor customary for the knights of the Holy Empire, and a St. Peter's two-handed sword at his waist, and hearing the intoxicated whispers of the bloods, the tall knight just watched the sunset and was silent.

"If you want to practice your killing aesthetics, you should wait until the evening, the night is your stage, the proud son of the Ashamai clan, the honorable Marquis of Borherz. The hoarse voice sounded like a whimper from a bellows, and a man in a shabby robe joined the conversation.

His eyes were clouded like bubbles in a rotting mire, and his hands were two metal prosthetics engraved with mystical symbols, the clatter of which came from his leaky robes.

If you look closely, you will find that under the robe are alchemy parts that shimmer with metallic luster, the flesh and blood only occupy a third of his body, and the rest has been transformed into a magical machine, only the head still retains some of his original human features, but the facial features are shriveled, like a skull covered with a layer of flesh and skin in a hurry.

"What do you think? Borherz raised a thin, white finger, "It's a shame that you can't suck the blood of the enemy in such a beautiful sunset, but as long as you have a way to kill the one in the carriage, I don't care to switch the background board of the killing, after all, you are the commander of this operation." ”

The arrogance of the Bloodlines is well known among the many dark races, the so-called "Night King" who were once famous in the Middle Ages, once proclaiming that "the gods of creation leave the day to the angels, and the night to the noble bloods." The heroic manifesto.

As the leader of the blood clan, the Ashamai clan is even more arrogant, and there are not many existences that can make Borherz give in slightly, even in the face of the werewolf monarch who occupies the seventh prominent position of 'Lucifer', the best reaction of the proud son of the Ashamai clan is just to snort lightly with his nose, but for the human in front of him, whose life length is less than one-third of his own, the blood clan rarely restrains his arrogance a little.

The metal shelf in front of him was once the grand warcist of the alchemy altar, and he had outstanding talent in alchemy, because he was indulged in the forbidden alchemy technology and was not tolerated by the world, he was publicly expelled from the alchemy altar, and later he was hunted down by the Inquisition and the Empire for using the human body to carry out evil black magic alchemy experiments.

As a heretical organization, "Lucifer" took in this alchemist, and under the leadership of this fanatical alchemist, the level of "Lucifer's" magical equipment has increased for more than a century, and Daedalus has been listed as the fifth seat of "Lucifer".

"The night is the time when human will is at its most lax, and it is when we have a better chance of winning by attacking us. Daedalus said. "Werewolves and dark gnomes are better at fighting in the dark, after all, they are the main force, and you don't want to waste your strength on fighting ordinary guards. ”

"I know that only the blood of the Divine Favor is worthy of the dagger you have made for me. The vampire licked the dull blade with a look of intoxication, and a thin line of blood flowed from the groove of the dagger, and then the whole body turned a strange vermilion. "But the thought of sharing the fruits of victory with those coarse big men makes me feel unpleasant, and I can't think of anything tasteful for these fellows to do other than smash the bodies and entrails of their enemies. ”

As soon as the words fell, the sunset had completely fallen below the horizon, and the boundless night began to cover the sky as far as the eye could see, and several high-pitched roars sounded in the dense forest, awakening countless creatures, and many tall black figures could be faintly seen moving rapidly in the jungle, and the small animals in the forest fled in panic.

"Can't you take it so soon?" Daedalus looked down the mountain, his eyes filled with the cold smell of metal, "then begin, children, tonight we will give our glory to earthly glory and bury it once and for all in purgatory with brimstone and earthfire. ”

In the carriage, Constantine, who was taking a nap, woke up suddenly, and with his intuition honed in danger since childhood, he felt an inexplicable danger approaching the valley at his feet.

He stepped out of the carriage, bent down to the astonishment of the crowd, and knelt on the ground, his ears pressed to the ground, listening carefully to the slightest tremor coming from the ground.

The trembling sound grew louder and clearer, and the echo in his ears made the muscles of the young monk's whole body tense.

"No, the pace is too slow, and a human step can't be so powerful. Constantine closed his eyes and guessed, "What is it?"

Before he could think about it, the young man stood up, ignoring the dirty dust on his snow-white robe, and walked straight up to a patrolling knight of the guard, and said in a deep voice: "The situation is urgent, there is an enemy approaching here, you should quickly inform Master Diderot and let him be ready." ”

"What is the identity of the captain, who you can send?" the patrolling knight did not hide the doubt and disdain in his eyes, "Don't think that you are great if you read a few more books in that academy, how can there be any danger in this barren mountain and wilderness, unless you think that the army of Hulan Province has gone crazy and come to besiege us." ”

"I don't have time to explain it to you right now, you just need to report it. "Constantine was indifferent to the attitude of the soldiers. "If you think my judgment is wrong, you can ask Master Diderot to question me. ”

"Then I'll tell you honestly, this route was carefully selected by the princess after spending a few days of research, it is very safe, even the governor of Hulan does not know, no one will go to this kind of place to ambush, the governor was injured by a vampire of unknown origin a few days ago, and he has not recovered yet, I don't want to be frightened by your words, don't take this kind of unfounded information, I really don't see any danger, you tell me, where is the enemy?" the knight sneered.

Constantine stared at the knight coldly, did not dwell on it, turned around and left, his attitude made the knight feel a little uneasy, and whispered a few words to a herald beside him, and the herald quickly rushed to the center of the camp and reported to Diderot.

"What's going on?" Diana looked up.

"Your personal priest says that an enemy is approaching the valley, but with all due respect, I really don't know where his judgment comes from. Diderot said respectfully.

Diana looked into the distance, showed a thoughtful expression, and then looked solemn: "Order the guards to line up to meet the enemy." ”

"Huh?" Diderot visibly did not react.

"Do as I say. Diana said in an unquestioning tone.

As the knight left the carriage in a hurry, Victor's figure emerged from the darkness, his face very ugly: "Those heretics have arrived, sooner than we expected. ”

"Quantity?"

"More than one hundred and sixty werewolves, seventy or so dark gnomes, and dozens of lizardmen, the Bloodclan who did it to you a few days ago is also among them, and I also sensed a very dangerous fellow, now hiding in the jungle near the valley. ”

"How many people do you have left?"

"I've secretly brought thirty-five Night's Watch and six High Inquisitors with me this time, but they're nowhere near enough to deal with so many enemies. Victor's tone was stiff, "Your best bet is to leave quickly." ”

"I'm sorry, but as a disciple of the Imperial Empress and the Pope, I have my own principles, and even if they can't all survive, I will at least bring back their corpses. The girl's eyes were bright. "Besides, as a glorious patron, how can I retreat without a fight in the face of these evil races?"

"Since you insist on this, then you are not afraid of a battle. Victor bowed to the maiden, and he became more and more convinced that he had not chosen the wrong allegiance.

"Idiot, it's still a shame to save face at this time. Constantine leaned against his carriage, and when he saw that the carriage of the princess was silent, the little sense of reverence that he had finally built up for the gods disappeared in an instant, and he said disapprerovingly, "Do you really think that you are the savior of knightly novels?"

After receiving the notice, the guards began to assemble quickly, and they still did not know the situation, and there was a lingering doubt on their faces, but suspicion was suspicion, and they would not violate the orders of their superiors.

A terrible neighing blew away the suspicion that swirled in their hearts, the screams of the horses tethered to the woods before they died.

"Enemy attack. Diderot reacted, after all, he was a well-trained Imperial officer, and he did not hesitate to give orders to set up the formation. He couldn't help but be glad that he had gathered the soldiers just now, otherwise the situation would have been even more passive, hundreds of knights formed a circle around the carriage where the princess was located, and the three Light Priests and two Arcanists also stepped out of the carriage, staring at the direction from which the roar came with a wary expression.

The earth shook violently, and most of the flames in the camp fire were suddenly extinguished, leaving only a few wisps of sparks to jump with difficulty on the dead branches, and the white moonlight sprinkled the silver frost on the ground, illuminating a tall figure standing alone, but the appearance was very different from that of a human.

With their black manes, sharp fangs, and staggering tomahawks and hammers, their bodies draped in rudimentary leather armor, and their wolf heads and human bodies, the faces of the people in the audience could not help but change slightly when they saw this kind of character that seemed to exist only in fairy tales and dramas.

"Shrink the line and don't go one-on-one with the werewolves. Diderot immediately ordered.

The classic wolf howl of "Woo ......" resounded through the valley, and the werewolves under the moonlight seemed to hear the horn of the charge, their eyes flashed with the desire to choose someone to devour, and a muffled roar erupted from their throats, waving the big guy in their hands to press towards the circular battle formation.

They were followed by dozens of short figures no more than one and a half meters tall, with dark skin, slender triangular eyes revealing evil energy, holding short swords and bows and crossbows jumping and jumping behind the werewolves, these dark gnomes are not good at head-on confrontation, but they can act like a fish in water at night, as long as the defense line shows a flaw, they will take advantage of the breach to disrupt the opponent, so that even the most rigorous battle formation will collapse.

The dark-green-skinned lizardmen were armed with huge steel scimitars, mingling among the werewolves, their eyes chilling with cold, and there was not even the slightest warmth in their eyes when they looked at their companions.

These glorious beasts stood in front of humanity tonight as avengers, and the hatred accumulated for thousands of years made them voluntarily abandon reason at the first sight of humans, and their minds were occupied by a naked desire to kill, which was revealed in their fierce eyes, and unmistakably told their enemies that it was ridiculous to try to negotiate.

By the light of the moon, the guards saw the number of heretics clearly, and everyone's hearts sank to the bottom in an instant, through the confrontation in the previous days, they all knew what terrible power these heretics had, when they were only facing more than sixty werewolves and dozens of lizardmen, and there were hundreds of them in front of them tonight.

"What madness!" Diderot clenched his sword, as a soldier, although he was not sensitive to politics, he also knew very well what it meant for so many orcs to appear in the Empire.

"Praise the brilliance, bless the creatures before them, free them from all calamity, pain, and fatigue, and give them fighting spirit and strength. The old man's voice echoed through the room, and the Light Priests began to chant blessing prayers, and the two Arcanists began to set up defensive techniques, invisible magic surging around the carriage.

However, during the chanting of the incantation for just a few tens of seconds, the battlefield was already filled with a strong smell of blood.

The werewolves brandished their war hammers and rushed into the circular battle formation, no need for any discipline at all, the huge advantage brought by physique and heavy weapons directly crushed this fragile line of defense, in the outermost part of the carriage, a terrible sound came and went, many knights did not have time to fight back before they were smashed by the big guys falling from the sky, blood mixed with broken limbs splashed in all directions, and the miserable white bones turned out.

The Dark Gnomes cleverly cut into the weak points of the defense, dodging the knights' attacks with far more agility than humans, and dividing the knights so that they could not form an orderly battle formation, adding to an already bad enough situation.

The knights also had to deal with the attack of the lizardmen, a creature that was not inferior to the werewolves in terms of strength, but also more dexterous, with a single advantage to kill the guards with impunity, their slender and powerful tails were also extremely terrifying weapons, and from time to time a soldier was curled up by the giant tail and thrown out, his whole body was broken and collapsed to the ground, and before he could even scream, he was trampled into flesh by the werewolves who followed.