"Edward Witwood - can you guess?"

On the cliff ravaged by the wind, the black-haired young man with a somewhat playful smile on the corner of his mouth locked his eyes on the eagle falling mountain in the distance, letting the wind blowing his hair from his ears, and standing on the top of the cliff with his upper body, standing with a knife.

"Great Chief?" a blue wolf warrior kneeling behind him had a slightly pale face, and said tentatively, "What were you talking about just now?"

"It's nothing, it's just boring self-talk. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and Asriel, with a cold expression, turned his gaze to the steep rock beneath his feet.

On the slopes of the mountains, thousands of barbarian warriors were risking their lives to climb from the bottom up, and from a distance it looked like a knotted line, with no end in sight.

But it wasn't the barbarian warriors who climbed the cliffs in droves that really attracted attention, but the real monsters—the ten-meter-tall, wall-like trolls, stupidly treading down the landslides, ripping off large swaths of earth and rocks, digging the way for the tribal warriors behind, and finally even the trolls climbed up.

The same scene is played out almost everywhere in the endless iron craggy valleys - dozens, hundreds, even thousands...... A steady stream of ants climbed up the hill like ants, and the entire huge canyon mouth seemed to become a huge ant nest, chaotic but full of order and planning, constantly moving, and everywhere was a busy and crowded scene.

But Asrael, who was watching here, was clear. Even if you are well prepared. But want to shift so many armies. Again, it was a considerable sacrifice - maybe only 500 out of a thousand, or even less, and only four or even two out of 10 trolls would survive, but it was all worth it.

Having come to this point, and even the entire Blue Wolf Clan, they no longer have the power to retreat, and the only option is to attack - but if these 300,000 troops cannot be put into the battlefield, it is no different from non-existence.

Don't say that only one out of two people can survive, even if only one out of ten people can survive. That's always better than having no way to get them on the battlefield - the biggest advantage of the Blue Wolf Clan is its strength, and if there is no way to give full play to this advantage, then there will never be a chance to defeat the Hantu City Legion!

For the sake of one of their orders, these samurai from various war tribes no longer seem to care too much about whether they are alive or not, they only think of one purpose - to kill the Turin dogs, kill more Turin dogs, kill all the Turin dogs!

They had waited too long for this day - in the face of the elite legions of the Turines, the knights of their armies and horses, the way the Hanntus were so proud of their fighting seemed to be nothing to mention, even something they could easily ravage.

One after another, war tribes and ancient clans were exterminated by the Turines. The land where they once thrived was turned into a village and castle for the people of Turine, and totems and ancestral sculptures were burned. The dazzling and vicious flaming goshawk banner was planted, as if this flag heralded the future of the entire Han Land, destined to be burned to ashes.

"You know, in fact, the leaders of those tribes don't have the confidence to win against the Turin people, let alone conquer the Turin City, or even fight the entire Turin Kingdom - it's better to say that most of them only know about the Turin Kingdom, they don't know that the entire Turin Kingdom is as big as dozens of Turin Cities!"

"The glory of the ancient land, the glory of the clan - it is nothing more than a band of bandits and robbers, all they want to do is to take a few fertile lands that can be cultivated, find pastures suitable for grazing and forests for hunting, and the sight of a little wealth will be captivated and even unable to extricate themselves. ”

"They have been suppressed by the people of Turin for too long, for so long that fear has penetrated into their bones - do you know what real fear is? It is to pretend to be proud, to pretend to be very strong, to look terrible, but in fact it is just a cowardly fool, because only this kind of fool will constantly want to prove that he is strong, stronger than everyone else. ”

"But that's why they're willing to follow me, the Blue Wolf Clan—because only I can defeat the Turinees, and only I can give them the victory they want, and let them taste the pleasure of ravaging the Turines, that's why these fools will be loyal to me and obedient. ”

"After all, they don't know what they want at all - will the entire land of the land become rich because of the capture of the city of Hantu, or will the land of the land of the land be rich because of it, or will the land really be a paradise as long as they can kill all the people of the land of Turin?"

"Impossible, never - the land is an incomparably barren place, and there is only a small amount of land that is truly rich and suitable for life, and it will never be possible to feed all the tribes of the entire land. It's really ironic, if you gather together for the freedom of the land, I'm afraid that in the end, you will still be torn apart because you have won your freedom, killing each other, fighting for that little bit of fertile land, is there anything more stupid in this world?"

Looking at the mountains in the distance, Asriel said with a sneer as if he were talking to himself.

And when he turned around, the blue wolf warrior kneeling behind him was completely frightened, trembling like chaff with sweat all over his body, and he didn't dare to look directly into the eyes of the black-haired boy - he was cursing himself all the time now, why did he have to keep up, this was simply self-defeating!

Although he couldn't understand what Asrael was saying, he also knew that these words were never to be known to others, and that only the Great Chief could know - but now he heard everything without saying a word, and the ancestral spirit was above!

"What did you hear?" asked the black-haired boy with a playful laugh.

"No, I haven't heard anything, please believe me!" The blue wolf warrior quickly raised his head, his eyes widened and looked at Asrael with great sincerity: "You just ...... You didn't say anything just now, I'm just here waiting for your orders!"

Asriel's expression became more interesting, and he slowly put his long knife on his shoulder, and walked step by step into the blue wolf warrior who was kneeling there, looking at the other party's more and more trembling and frightened appearance, as if he would completely collapse at any moment.

"I didn't say anything, and you didn't hear anything—we just rested here for a while, understand?" said the black-haired boy softly, the shiny blade slowly hanging down, clinging to the neck of the blue wolf warrior, and the slightest coldness seemed to penetrate into his bones.

"Understood, understood!"

"That's the best, because that's the right choice for the whole of Handi. Asriel muttered as if to him, as if to tell himself, and his expression became a little lonely and bored: "Forget it, go back and rest - tell all the tribal leaders that I will see half of the warriors climb this cliff before today." ”

"I'll go!" the blue wolf warrior who received the order was so overjoyed that he forgot his original humility, and suddenly stood up and ran down the hill as if fleeing for his life—the figure was much more nimble than the most athletic old goat, and there was no hint of clumsiness in the slightest.

That's what people are...... The more fearful they were, the more they could inspire the power they didn't have, and the black-haired boy's smile was a bit ironic, and he turned his head to look at the Eagle Fall Mountain, which was still so calm, and he couldn't see what kind of terrible bloody battle had been experienced there.

Even if it once fell into hell, the ancient Iron Cliff Mountain still retains its splendor - what stood here a year ago will still stand here for a thousand years.

"Two days to go. Asrael muttered to himself. (To be continued.) )