Vol 6 Chapter 196

At that moment, the wolf's silver hair was automatic without wind.

"Woohoo"

"Woohoo"

She closed her throat and made a long howl.

At this moment

Echoes above Vond's sky.

On the battlefield of Eruin, the two sides of Winnormar stopped in unison, the undead looked up and looked at the sunset sky. The undead wizards ran to the center from all directions on the battlefield. Red Knight Leidios looked at his follower sorcerer, the witch from the south of the Sea of ​​the Dead Moon.

"It's coming, it's coming ..."

"What's coming?"

"That legend ..."

"I don't understand, sir."

"Look, Hella's seventeen stars ... it's back, they're all back ..."

Redeos frowned and looked up.

The battlefield was already in chaos. The wizards screamed and ran aimlessly towards the messenger crystal in the middle of the battlefield. Their hysterical voices echoed throughout the battlefield.

At the other end of the battlefield, Freya was looking up, and seemed to ask her guards in a stunned voice: "That's ... howling?"

"Looks like, ma'am ..."

"Maybe it's the wolves in the direction of the Songshan Mountains. Don't worry about them. What happened to the undead? Maybe this is our opportunity, Ms. Brunnhilde, is she here? I need the Valkyries to organize , Launch an attack! "

"Ma'am, just now, Ms. Brenhild, they have left the battlefield."

"How is that? Why, is anyone giving them instructions?"

"I don't know, madam, they're heading east."

"East, isn't that where the Banshee King's army is?"

Freya had an incredible look on her face.

"Snap".

The sugar jar looked at the honey jar shattered on the ground, and the thick amber liquid permeated between the fragments of the earthen jar.

She looked up. Looking at the dark pine ceiling above his head.

Barbassa stared at the scene, mumbling behind her:

"Here it comes, it comes ... Do you hear me, my master?"

If it's weekdays. The sugar bowl might rebuke her servant, but at this moment, the little girl's face showed a rare anxiety.

"Sign of Disaster"

Her heart beat violently, and she suddenly turned around and rushed outside.

Outside the house. The two twin witches next to the Witch King were preparing to push out the door.

"Ouch!"

The two little lollies burst out in pain.

They have been indifferent to Brando's witches since leaving Rusta. If in the past, the two sides might have been fighting early, but at the time, they were too late to show any dissatisfaction. When he got up, he shouted at the sugar bowl:

"Do you have a Devourer? Take it out!"

"Page 650!" Another Loli added.

The sugar bowl had climbed up, and quickly removed a gray book from the bookcase.

She swept across the black cover with her hand, sweeping down a thick layer of dust. Then opened the book, and the rows of sharp teeth on the title page retracted immediately.

The room was quiet, only the sound of the pages tumbling, and the dust was blowing for a while, causing everyone to cough.

But all of a sudden, the sugar bowl stopped.

I saw the thick, light pages of the thick book on her hand, with the words written on it.

That's just a few words

...

A dark purple hue over the Fenhotos Strait, it is engulfing the last golden red of the sky, and the stars are like sand sinking on the bottom of the sea. Dazzling light.

Howling sounds through the clouds

It seemed to come from all directions, and it would last for a long time, lingering in the hearts of all people.

In the legend of the ten cities, the wolf pack is a sign before the end of the day. They always swept the earth before the first blizzard came, shattering all hope before the advent of winter.

The howling wolf, like a nightmare in the north wind, is stationed in the heart of each of the most experienced hunters, making them tremble in the nightmare.

But this time. They were intimidating to Madara's undead.

Eleven girls appeared on the battlefield, and no one even saw where they came from. Their silver long hair fluttered in the wind and led their necks and dangled on the rocks, echoing the call of their mother.

The wolves seemed to show their bodies from the fog in all directions. They advanced around the battlefield, like a wave of ocean waves, and then there were endless wolf woes.

The dark nobles of Madara watched this scene motionlessly.

They take pride in the ocean of undead.

They used to be the army of clusters of enemies.

But it is not worth mentioning in front of this black tide. The black giant wolves, the size of a hill, fell on the ground with their four claws, folded up, and then staggered with each other. Falling in everyone's heart like raindrops.

Even if their heart is no longer beating, at this moment, they can still feel the deep fear.

Before several epochs.

They have destroyed the world several times.

Records of wolf disasters are recorded in the thick books of Warnde, which are sealed under the dust of history, and the words are filled with despair.

And today.

They are here again.

But this time, it was not a declaration of doom.

Dark Kou Hua stood on a high mound, clenching his fists tightly, and the beautiful white wolf was beside her, speaking softly to her:

"Sister, this is what Lord Milos told us, destiny"

"But I hate it all. I hate this world. I hate that man."

"What about mother?"

"Humph"

The black wolves, like the tide, surged from the left and right of Gaoqiu.

They encircled Brando, as if guarding a high king, and the sound of long cymbals rose one after another, rushing towards the direction of the dead.

"The dark monarch shepherd walks. Before the end, disaster comes. After him, the world has no secrets."

Delphin read the words stupidly.

The old words seemed to come true at this moment.

Instaron watched the scene incredulously.

"No!" He turned back suddenly. In Jiufeng, he said to his colleagues, "Targus, what are you still hesitating, does that future our Majesty promise to us, does it materialize? No, it does not. Targus, we must stop him, Madara must not fail! "

After that, he pulled out his sword and rushed towards Brando.

His movements were so abrupt that neither Metisha nor Hipamila responded. Although Phoenix Fire understood the words of the undead sir, she stood too far and couldn't even catch up the first time. .

Instaron rushed to Brando with a single stride, and raised his sword and stabbed at the latter.

But Brando's mind at this moment was tied to five rising holy swords, but he was not completely unconscious. With only one finger, he blocked Instaron's sword.

The latter looked desperate.

Brando looked down at him: "You have broken your promise and blasphemed the glory of the dark aristocracy."

"I don't care, Lord Count, kill me. For Madara, I have no regrets," Instaron said with a determined look on his face.

At this time, Metisha's spear will be rushed. The point of the gun is directed at the back of Instaron, and Targus wants to stop her. But he was stopped in place by Hipamila's spell.

"Don't, Instaron!" Targus showed his anxious look for the first time: "Master Lord, don't kill him!"

The spear of the silver elf princess stopped behind Instaron.

Because she saw Brando shake her head at him.

Instaron's face was pale, and of course he knew that he had just walked around the gate of death. Undead are not afraid of eternal death, but in the face of destruction, the first reaction of any intelligent being is instinctual resistance.

Unless it's crazy.

But Instaron was clearly not crazy.

"Why don't you kill me?" He said hoarsely, "Master, let me bury the black roses for Bromanto. You are talented and you are not alone."

"I won't kill you. Madara won't perish, you can still be loyal to your Majesty, haven't you seen it yet?" Brando turned to Targus and said, "Targus, take you Let's go, he's a little bit irrational. "

Targus shook his head and folded his back to thank Brando. He sighed and stepped forward to hold his colleagues.

"Targus, why, have you betrayed the empire too?"

"Don't you understand, my friend, this is His Majesty's will."

"what……?"

Brando shook his head. The Black Lord is the first genius of Madara in the future. His talent for commanding on the battlefield is unmatched. It may be a little naive at the moment, but in the future, he may have to surpass Matthias, not to mention characters like Eruin Sanjie.

However, after all, there is no perfect person. This somewhat unruly Madala general lacks a keen political sense and vision. Except for Targus, almost everyone in Madala has a less harmonious relationship. Perhaps it was because of this early recognition that the supreme one of Madara would let him partner with Targus.

It turns out that the two are also the perfect partners.

Thinking of Her Majesty's Queen, Brando couldn't help raising his head and looking in that direction.

In the middle of the undead army that retreated throughout the battlefield, Her Majesty and her guards still insisted that they did not retreat. Her guards stood like a reef in the middle of the battlefield.

A few kilometers away, Brando seemed to be able to see the dark eyes of the other person, watching the direction silently.

So what is the other person thinking?

Her Majesty the Queen.

He turned back.

The white figure had long since disappeared.

…… (To be continued.)