"Really...... It's a shame. ”

The black-haired boy with a knife stood quietly on the hillside, the shiny Dominic stuck between the dirt under his feet, and the humid air blew a gentle breeze, staining the boy's messy black hair with a faint water stain.

Looking at the quiet and peaceful land under your feet, the still damp and muddy earth, the black pupils reflect not the magnificence and beauty of nature, and the morning light shining on the earth is not an ancient mountain valley.

It was hell, a living, distorted hell where thousands of souls struggled and twisted - close your eyes and you could hear the wailing and screaming of the ghosts of the dead in your ears.

The burning flames are demonic fires that can burn all things, and the dust that drifts away is the last remnants of living beings—all reduced to nothingness in the face of the power that the devil can possess, and there is nothing left.

There are no gods in this world at all, only the devil - only despair and fear, because only in the face of these two things will people worship and completely bow to these devils, become their willing slaves, and serve them faithfully.

Just like this one-the corners of Asriel's mouth curled slightly, if it weren't for the well-timed storm, the whole plan would never have succeeded, and it went so smoothly that it was as if the devils were helping him.

Naturally, it was impossible to make such a smooth progress without the living sacrifices - in order to complete this plan, he did not even calculate how many clan warriors braved the torrential rain and then were swallowed by the mudslide. Maybe a few thousand. Maybe it's already tens of thousands. But it doesn't matter, as long as it can achieve the goal.

If the passage had not been opened completely, these people would still have died, and they would have died like cattle - and now, with the whole of the land remembering, paying tribute and mourning them, could there be anything better in this world?

Slowly raised his head and looked at the cliff on the other side, which was still intact. The black-haired boy couldn't help but shake his head - the only regret is that only one side of the cliff collapsed, it seems that this is also his luck, if there is no rainstorm, he would not have succeeded last night, obviously such a crazy plan, the success rate from the beginning is very low.

But luckily, I did, and Edward Witwood - you're dead!

A sinister smile tugged at the corner of the young Blue Wolf Grand Chief's mouth—it was only that night that he learned that Edward was actually on the left flank of the Legion of Hantu City. Could there be anything luckier than that?!

"He's definitely alive. The brunette boy muttered to himself, "That guy didn't die that easily. ”

"You...... Who are you talking about?"

"Edward Witwood—the guy who snatched the eagle from my palm. Without looking back, Asriel replied, "He wouldn't have been killed so easily—only I, and only I, have the right to take his lowly life." Only I can kill him!He's definitely alive, even if all the Turinites here are dead, he's definitely still alive!"

Suddenly pulling out the Dominic scimitar stuck in the ground, the black-haired young man turned his head to look at the blue wolf warrior who was still kneeling there: "Have the warriors of the various war tribes been assembled, and when will they wait?"

"Wan, Wan Fei, I'm sorry!" the blue wolf warrior lowered his head nervously, and a few beads of sweat fell on his forehead: "Because when the mudslide broke out, the warriors of several war tribes on the cliff were all killed and wounded, and now they are still rescuing the injured and saving people everywhere, so ......"

"Save people, why save people - they don't know what they should do now?!" Asriel glared at him and roared, "Now that the enemy's entire left front has completely collapsed, almost as if they were naked and defenseless in front of us, do you want me to tell them what to do?!"

"What are they trying to do - wait until the enemy regrouped, and then we charge in a proper manner, like their stupid knights? Or wait for the Turin dogs to fully react, shrink their line and wait for us, and then let us crash into the head and bleed?!"

"Tell them, and tell every warrior of the Blue Wolf Clan - this decisive battle is for all of them, and what they demand, and I promise to bring them victory, but only if they can obey my every command!" the young Blue Wolf Grand Chief roared hysterically: "When the sun rises completely, if any of the war tribes have not gathered under the Blue Wolf Totem, I will let him know what majesty is and what is command!"

"But, if we attack now......" The blue wolf warrior hesitated a little: "I'm afraid at least a few hundred tribal warriors will ......"

"Hundreds?" Asriel sighed and looked at him silently, "Thousands, or even tens of thousands!"

Asriel knew this, of course, and if it were any other battle, he would order a day before attacking, or even give no orders at all.

No, if any enemy had been replaced, he would have collapsed after facing such a terrible mudslide impact, and it would have been impossible to reorganize his defenses in an orderly manner on a already submerged position.

This is a battle that can only be won and cannot be lost, even if it is only given a quarter of an hour to breathe, it will slowly integrate its forces like an unkillable hydra, and all the sacrifices and plans will be in vain. What a horrible outcome it would be to retreat now and wait for himself—Asriel didn't know, and he didn't want to know!

I just got back the defeat in the last game of the Eagle Fall Mountain scramble, and it is far from clear whether I can win this battle in one go, and even whether I can survive is an unknown, an unknown that does not exist at all!

When the sun sets, it's time to decide whether you'll be able to stand here alive or stop completely on this iron mountain - Edward Witwood, only one of the two of us can survive, let's see who has a harder life!

When Asriel slowly turned around, thousands of barbarian warriors had all gathered on the originally empty hills - although they were just as tired and embarrassed, but their eyes were full of a certain fanaticism and murderous color, and the hands holding the weapons were trembling with excitement.

Very good...... A smile finally appeared on the face of the Great Chief of the Blue Wolf, and there was also a strange color in his dark pupils, and his right hand, which was tightly gripping the hilt of the knife, was so excited that he shook slightly.

"Three hundred years, we have been waiting for this moment today, we have been waiting for three hundred years!"

"The battles between the Hantus and the Turinetes have ended in crushing defeats again and again - not because the warriors of the Hantu are not brave enough, not because our ancestral spirits have not protected us, but because for the past three hundred years, we have fought again and again with the most stupid methods and cunning and treacherous Turinees!"

"They hide in castles, among their walls and towers, condescending to fight the brave and fearless warriors of the Vast Land, and with their evil weapons, they take away one noble soul after another!"

"But today—three hundred years later, they finally don't have a castle to protect them—the ancestral spirits of the Hantu have given us a chance to win, opened the way to victory for us, and now these damn Turin dogs finally have no arrogant capital, and their evil Duke of Hantu City is finally going to fight to the death with the brave Hantu people!"

"We've been waiting for this opportunity for three hundred years, and we won't wait for the next one!" Asriel raised the long knife in his hand almost fanatically, staring at the barbarian wizards who were also looking at him with fanatical expressions: "Tell me, what are you going to do?!"

"Blood Debt and Blood Repayment-!!!" (To be continued. )