Before the Fifth Black Plague began, all the commentators on the continent had made a full and meaningless assessment of the significance of the war, and the most common phrase they used was that it would usher in an era of chaos.

Well, this sounds very reasonable at first, but in the first few black disasters, the ancestors of critics also said something similar, what black disasters will impact the order of the continent, and there will always be a difficult time in the restoration of order, isn't this the era of chaos?

Therefore, no matter what world they are in, those so-called big V males can't do anything new except pretending to be ghosts and talking about cars.

As for the few people who can really see through the phenomenon, such as Murphy and Lord Pa Ying, they will say something similar, but the "chaotic age" that these people refer to is a broader and deeper concept.

In short, both fools and geniuses believe that the Fifth Black Plague will bring about changes destined to go down in history, but no one dares to make the outrageous conclusion that the gods will fall into the dust in this war, not even the madmen who have gone mad.

After all, in a world where gods really exist, any discussion of gods is obscure and taboo.

However, this event, which the world thought would never happen, happened in front of everyone's eyes.

In front of all the soldiers of the Maginot Line, in the eyes of the players who were still alive, and under the suspicious gaze of the vampires and goldenrods, a pale giant wolf descended from the Sky Dome Tearing Astral Plane in the form of a meteor, and his first contact with the material world caused an instantaneous but permanent change in the Krimu Fortress and the surrounding terrain, along with the death of the frozen castle with tens of thousands of frozen "ice sculptures".

There are humans, there are vampires, but more often than not, there are astral wolves.

General Baldwin may be grateful for the wolf plague launched by the silver wolf, in the previous battle, the entire fortress soldiers were forced to move to the periphery due to the wolf plague, and the battle between the gold men and the silver wolf also dispersed most of the defenders in the main body of the fortress, so that the "fall of the gods" of the god of the north wind did not cause more terrible damage.

Provided, of course, that General Baldwin could survive the present desperate situation

The brave and hapless commander was crushed beneath the shattered fortress and fell right into a cavern dug by the nezumi, but the good news was that the gap between the tunnel and the ground allowed him to survive the shards of the castle that fell from above and the "buttocks" of the god of the north wind.

The bad news is that General Baldwin is trapped in this tunnel.

The worse news was that when he struggled to get up in the darkness with his head bleeding, he saw a group of black servants who were frozen in various poses.

The walls of the tunnel were covered in frost, and the temperature was so low that it made a Nord born in the Great Wilderness tremble, and because the God of the North Wind was directly above him, the temperature was still dropping at a rate visible to the naked eye.

He had to get out of here before he froze.

The general was a sane man, and he didn't need to think about it to guess how chaotic the ground had been, and the forces of the Astral Wolves, the Crimean Defenders, the Maginot Reinforcements, and the Gnolls were all involved in a situation that was completely unexpected by everyone.

So at this time, will anyone really come to save themselves in this chaos?

General Baldwin thought for a few seconds and then came to a pessimistic conclusion.

He was now on his own.

Fortunately, although the general does not need to go into battle to kill the enemy in most cases, the excellent bloodline inherited by the Baldwin family makes him a pretty good psionic master himself, although because of the sudden arrival of the god of the north wind, all the psionic energy in this vicinity has been replaced with ice psionic energy, but as a spellcaster, he always has a way.

After a few breaths, Baldwin used his broken cane as a spell medium to cast a flame shield on himself, using the flying fireflies to maintain his most basic body temperature.

He then crawled out of the tunnel, smashing the frozen nezumi corpses, collecting working explosives along the way.

He had to live!

He must keep fighting!

The Crimean Fortress, which is the defense area of the Winter Wolf Legion, has been razed to the ground under various accidents today, and the soldiers under his command have been killed and wounded a lot, and they have lost their glory and even suffered humiliation with the Winter Wolf Legion, but this is still their own position!

Even if he survives alone, the battle will still need to continue.

"Whew!!"

A painful hiss came from above the ground and interrupted all of General Baldwin's thoughts, and he heard the same sound as the cry of pain from the god of the north wind before, the gods who had landed in the material world were being attacked.

Maybe it's the ambitious silver wolf Kherson, the madman who wants to kill the Nordic god in Nord land!

Unforgivable!

Baldwin gritted his teeth and sped up underground, he didn't think he was a fanatical believer, but in this situation, hearing the screams of the gods still made him angry, and a frenzy and urge to defend the gods surged in his heart, he had to go to war!

Once the god of the north wind falls on the land of the Nords, it will bring an unimaginable impact of faith to his homeland, and once the church that supports Her Majesty the Wolf Maiden will have problems, the hidden opposition in the country will definitely take the opportunity to rise up.

They know what to do, and they never pass up an opportunity.

In the current situation on the mainland, once another coup d'état occurs in Nordutov, let alone the Plantagenet Kingdom, even the Transansians who have been reborn in the war will not let go of this God-given opportunity.

The general sorted out the context in an instant, and in the face of such a situation, the black plague could stand aside, so the first priority of today's battle was to guard the gods and kill the traitors of the wolf pack.

He thought as he crawled forward, but when he rounded a bend, General Baldwin saw the pit that had completely collapsed in front of him, which was supposed to be the middle of the explosion on the ground, and he took a dead end!

He stepped forward and pounded the frozen dirt with his fist, and he could even hear the shouts of killing and the roar of the gnolls coming from the ground, mixed with the long roar of the astral wolves.

But he was trapped in this tunnel and couldn't participate in the battle.

Damn it!

Baldwin gathered his psionic energy and attacked diagonally upwards, and the ice picks smashed into the dirt but could not lift it, but because of the vigorous activity, the psionic energy was consumed too quickly, and after several attacks, the general's fire shield dissipated, and the unbearable chill surrounded him, allowing him to breathe out a white mist visible to the naked eye as he breathed.

If he continues like this, he will freeze to death.

Scald!

This is not the end he deserves.

He could not die with such a cowardly attitude in such an important war that would determine the fate of the country, and it would be a mockery of fate to die with such an ending.

"Anyone? I'm down there! ”

General Baldwin roared as hard as he could along the crumbling tunnel in front of him, knowing that his voice would not reach the ground, but there was nothing he could do until he touched the explosives he had collected along the way, and a crazy idea surged through the general's mind and was then adopted by him.

He stacked the explosives with ice chips at the end of the tunnel, crawled backwards for some distance, and then used the last of his psionic energy to gather a flame on his fingers, so that the blasting of the confined environment might open the passage, but there was also a high probability that he would bury himself in the collapsed tunnel.

He had no better choice now, so after taking a deep breath, the general shook the flame out of his finger and lit the fuse of the dwarven bomb, reciting in his heart the name of the god of the north wind in the hope that the god would protect him.

But then it occurred to him that his God might not even be able to protect Himself today.

Alas, not even the gods are free in this damned age.

"Boom"

The fire flared up, and the violent impact lifted the frozen ground above, allowing General Baldwin to see a glimmer of light, but before he could act, the shattered clods of earth crushed down his head and face, obscuring the last glimmer of light in his eyes.

Baldwin realized he was going to die.

He clenched his fists and prepared for that moment, but just as he felt suffocated by the clods, he heard strange ground shaking and shouting.

"Come on! There's a guy here, blanch! It's General Baldwin! I've seen him at a cocktail party! He's buried, quick, get the walker over! We dug up the general, and he owes us a favor that we can't pay off. ”

A Qing veteran soldier with a chainsaw sword on the ground shouted, and soon a heavy walking machine came on six legs, and with its attached mechanical bucket, it slammed twice on the frozen soil, digging General Baldwin out of the ground along with the earth clods.

At this time, he was already in a daze for being rescued.

He was surrounded by a group of young players, pinched and slapped for several minutes before he came to his senses, and when he opened his eyes, the general saw the Translancian walker for the first time, and he saw the Winter Wolf Legion-style livery on the walker, and the number written in red paint on the outer armor of the walker.

"Duke Moritz?"

These two apparently cobbled together names struck General Baldwin like a lightning strike, and he immediately thought of his lieutenants who had died in Bafonte Canyon.

At the same time that General Baldwin looked at the walker, the strange red observation mark of the dragoon, which was like a blood-red eyeball, also moved in the V-shaped observation window and finally landed on the general, I don't know if it was an illusion, but Baldwin did feel that this giant war machine was "looking" at this moment.

"It's . This."

The General felt like he might be insane, maybe just from the vertigo of a brief suffocation, but he really seemed to sense a familiar sensation from the machine in front of him, like Colonel Duke had felt when he was still beside him.

"The gnolls are rushing up! Copy the guys, them! ”

A scream interrupted the general's strange thoughts, and he turned his head on the stretcher to see a group of heavily armed gnolls braving the bitter cold wind and snow to kill this side, and it was only then that General Baldwin, who had escaped death, realized that he was in the middle and front of the ruins of the Crimean fortress.

The undead heroes and the soldiers of the fortress formed a line of defense here, Colonel Fraser of the Plantagenet Vanguard and Lord Badr commanded the soldiers to the left and right, and the jackals who came in like a tide fought to the death on this cold battlefield, and the vultures of the Iron Foot Army and vampires flew around in the sky to drop explosives, and the seven-headed legendary serpent was pressing for the warriors, making it difficult for the gnolls to break through this thin defense line for a while.

Farther away, in the snow-covered sky, three armed airships of the Transansians were rushing towards their aid.

The hilly terrain of the original Crimean Fortress has been completely transformed into an ice field covered with falling snow and cold winds, which is an extension of the power of the god of the north wind in the material world.

The good news is that after the fall of the god of the north wind, the astral wolves whimpered and retreated in fear of the wolf father, and the bad news was that the fanatical jackals driven by the Lord of the Hunt filled the void.

Just behind this line, in the frozen ruins of the Crimean Fortress, the traitor Silver Wolf and her remaining Wolf Plague Lords are allied with the Chosen One of the Gnolls in an attempt to assassinate the God of the North Wind, including Grand Duke Shane, Grand Duke Tris, and the other Golden Lords, who are guarding the weakened old Su.

The two sides were engaged in a life-and-death battle in front of the place where Lao Sutou fell, this time it was completely different from the previous temptation, this time it was bloody and merciless.

The worst thing was that Lao Su's chest had been inserted with a blood-splattered filthy holy sword.

This vicious weapon with subspace filth is destroying the body of the god of the north wind and injecting that vicious power into Sue's body in reverse, and after losing the purification of the artificial godhead, Sue, who has been exhausted from the previous battle with the subspace evil, has to fight this erosion on his own.

"That sword wolf blood"

General Baldwin struggled to get up.

He didn't want to miss such a fight, but as soon as he got up, his feet went limp, and he was supported by a hand like a dry corpse before he fell to the ground.

The general turned around and saw old Baldwin standing in the snowstorm staring at him with a blank expression.

"What are you going to do?"

The corpse witch asked in a dumb voice, and the general gritted his teeth and said:

"Pull that sword out of the gods! That's the sword that Su gave to the Hero King back then, and it was given to you by the Hero King! It is precisely because you lost it that it has caused today's disaster. I don't want to dwell on the disgrace this has caused the Baldwin family, but it is an obligation that I must fulfill.

Wash away that shame for the sake of the family. Also for you"

"But the sword has been tainted by the foul power of the Lord of the Hunt, and to pull it out of the body of the god of the north wind means to face the ravages of the evil god, and Sue's divine power is protecting him, so that all life that comes near him will be washed away by the cold wind and frost.

That's not something that the living can do.

And I'm dead, I can't die again. ”

Baldwin Sr. whispered:

"That's a mistake I once made, why should you pay for it? That's a continuation of my story in this era, and whether it's glorious or despicable, it has nothing to do with you. Stay here! Yegor, your soldiers need you even more.

Forget the Wolf Blood Sword and the shame it brings, and you'll have to fight for yourself. ”

After speaking, Lao Bao looked back at Qin Ye, who had just hacked to death a gnoll captain, and the latter knew after hearing the conversation between the two Baldwins that the epic quest chain of "Retrieving Wolf Blood" that he had triggered earlier had finally advanced to the next link.

Qin Ye didn't even need Old Baldwin to make a request, so he took the initiative to gather the players beside him.

When they heard that they were going to rescue a god, all the players became excited. Staying here can only kill the gnolls, but after more than three months of fighting, players have long been tired of the gnolls, and the choice between slaughtering the barbarians and saving the gods is almost a no-brainer.

They quickly regrouped, and under the leadership of Lao Qin, they followed Old Baldwin and the Undead Sword Saint Irina braved the extremely low visibility wind and snow to rush towards Su's location.

Behind them, General Baldwin, holding a blood-stained spear to prop himself up, watched the men leave, and he glanced back at the battlefield.

Their own soldiers were fighting, and even though the position was in tatters, the surviving warriors were still roaring in the polar storm, and the armed airships of the Transancians had begun to drop bombs, pulling out flames in the gnolls' formation.

The angry soldiers are advancing, but they need a general.

It's like two choices and two destinies are in front of Baldwin's eyes, and the future turns into two completely different threads in his eyes, either gambling on Baldwin's surname to wash away the shame of his ancestors, or grasping his present and defending his lifelong philosophy of defending his country with his army.

"Buzz"

Just as General Baldwin hesitated, the dragoon walker that had been left behind made a loud noise, and in the black smoke it stepped out of its steel legs, and in the cold wind it popped out its terrifying mechanical harvesting sickle, and chased after the gnolls who pounced on them.

It's like a just right reminder

"Duke? Is it really you? ”

General Baldwin finally looked back at the snowstorm that was getting bigger and bigger behind him, he could no longer see the old Baldwin players, and in the next moment he turned around and limped to follow the Dragoon One, who had started the slaughter.

He picked up a bloody war knife from the ground and stuck it at his waist, picked up a bloody vulture claw and a few magazines left by the Transians, and finally dropped the broken spear and picked up a broken battle flag swaying in the wind and snow, and gave a solemn military salute to the winter wolf warrior who had sworn to defend the flag at his feet, and then he shouted:

"Wait for me, Duke, and Moritz! Hell take me to the battlefield, I broke my leg Duke, you know? You should really listen to me, you should stay away from all vehicles. Look at you now, how embarrassed you are. ”

(End of chapter)