The clear moonlight sprinkled on the ground, adding a sense of desertion to this land that was both damp and cold. Little Dalton clenched the hilt of his sword, which was wrapped in strips of cloth, and stared ahead with his eyes in a good eye.

About a few dozen breaths ago, he heard the rustling of tree branches in the distance. Of course, because it could also be caused by the sea breeze or some birds and small beasts, he did not raise the alarm.

But that didn't stop him from being vigilant. Tucked away in a crevice in a crumbled rock near the knoll, little Dalton not only opened his eyes wide, but he tilted his head slightly from time to time to make sure the sound was getting closer.

"Sure enough," he saw a figure flashing between the branches of the trees about two hundred yards away, and little Dalton immediately judged from his physical features and manner of movement that he was a crowman.

A bolt reached out from between the cracks in the rock, predicting where the monster would be, and the paladin pulled the trigger. Then, without looking to see if he had hit the target, he turned and left his current hiding place.

The air passed through the hollowed-out shaft of the arrow, making a loud "boom" sound that broke the air. The piercing sound of this specially crafted arrow can be heard thousands of yards away in the silence of the night. Whether it can do it or not, the goal of Dalton Jr.'s warning has been achieved.

In the dense forest, several holy warriors hiding in the grass and tree branches all came to their senses, and they all followed suit and shot the arrows in their crossbows. As if beating a drum to pass flowers, the piercing sound of the drums rang out one after another, reaching the big camp on the top of the upwind hill.

The defenders, who were in reserve, immediately ascended from behind the mud breastwork and stood up, and the captains of the various phalanx infantry units began to wake up their warriors.

Although according to the plan for dealing with the night attack, these soldiers who have been tired for a day and a night may not need to line up to prepare for battle tonight, but after the monster appears, they must also maintain a minimum of vigilance. In case you need to fight, don't rub your sleepy eyes and go to the front.

"The army that can defeat the dog tamers and the wealth of the heavens, this army of slave races, also looks a little better," floating in the night sky, the robber general broke the bone bow in his hand.

As a robber who was transformed by the emperor from hunting corpses, Eater Bones also retains some of his undead personality traits.

Like many undead creatures, he hates the living and devours life. Moreover, the extremely ferocious Eater of Bones will become very focused, or frenetic, if he finds a target that is strong enough to start a hunt race with him.

In particular, this target had killed him before, so Eater Bones would be extremely eager to complete his desire for revenge by hunting. Even if it's like now, when he is obviously serving the emperor, he can't help but desert.

"Emerald Wood City, Green ......" silently chewed on the two names, and the bone-eaters stomped the air with their strange legs, volleying through the air.

Previously, in Emerald Wood City, he was used by Green, who controlled the drone, to use the "swarm tactic", forcing him to have no way to go to the sky and no way to enter the ground, and finally was beheaded by Quith.

Because of the lack of information, Eater didn't know the name of Quest, so he poured all his revenge on the mayor of Emerald Wood City. That night, he was supposed to lead the Raven people to attack the camp, but in the end he came alone and wanted to kill someone.

The raider had even planned a hunt plan: even if Green had those drones, in the dark of night, as the commander-in-chief of the Alliance Army, he could not effectively see the target, and at the same time needed to take into account the changes in the situation on the battlefield. As long as you find an opportunity to shoot a death arrow, then Eater of Bones is sure to complete a one-hit kill.

By that time, not only had he taken his revenge, but no matter how many Ravens had died—by virtue of his efforts in killing the commander-in-chief of the Alliance—he would be able to hold back the other robbers in front of the Emperor.

Now, the crux of the plan lies in those ravens. "Don't let me down," a barely noticeable red glow flashed in the bone-eater's eyes. The raiders already knew about the revelations of the men, but it was not clear how long they would be able to hold out.

He knew very well that a night attack was similar to a siege, and even the attacking side had to fight as quickly as possible. After all, there is a strict time limit for the enthusiasm and anticipation of the attack, and the willpower to fill the ravine with trampled corpses.

Unexpected setbacks can quickly lead to demoralization. Even if they were all crows, panic, rumors, dissent, and discontent would quickly sweep through their jagged heads like a bird's nest if the war was unfavorable.

And if the Raven Man had retreated—Eater knew very well that with the number of monster legions, they would not have been able to defeat so many Ramsay Alliance troops—and had not been able to mobilize the full strength of the other side before, and Green had not been on the front line to command, then he probably wouldn't have had a chance to shoot a one-hit death arrow at the commander-in-chief.

Hiding his form with the help of a secret method, Eater Bone stared at the camp on the upwind hill in mid-air. He watched as the Confederate outposts spotted the Raven Men and then fired warning arrows before retreating to the camp and finally joining up with the defenders inside the camp.

"Good a rapid reaction force," the general thought to himself. Although he didn't know that those dark whistles were actually holy warriors from various temples, he could still see from their vigorous movements that these people were extraordinary.

When the Ravens appeared in the clearing around the camp, they could no longer fly from tree to tree as they had done when they set up camp, because of the trees that the Allies had cleared when they set up camp.

The fiery glue thrown by the alchemists was scattered all over the clearing, burning fiercely. The firelight illuminates the monsters' green eyes, exposing their bodies to the defenders.

"Archers ready," Green placed an army of all-longbowmen on the simple walls of the camp, which was one of the original homes of Emerald Wood City. Each archer was armed with a six-foot-long bow with a range of three hundred yards.

Leading the Raven is a particularly strong tribal leader who wears a helmet made of a bear's head and carries a hammer with a saber-toothed tiger skull on the top.

Seeing that the camp of the Alliance Army was so prepared, he instinctively wanted to give the order to retreat first, but he thought of the threat of Bone Eater before leaving. The leader of the Raven People had to let out a loud roar: "All the army attack!"

Between the heavy losses of the tribe and the tragic death of his own, there is no doubt that this evil creature chose the former in the end.

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