Imperial Crown.

Chapter 513 You still have a backup plan?!

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"what time is it?"

That night, the Eagle Army set off in a grand procession. Thor, to atone for his mistake, volunteered to lead the vanguard, scouting ahead of the army. At that moment, they were lying in ambush in a meadow. Thor asked Turo, who was standing nearby.

"Around 1 o'clock," Turo replied after glancing at the sky.

Thor was somewhat annoyed by Turo's perfunctory attitude. "Where's the little clock you bought? Take it out and let me take a look."

Turo curled his lip. "Wearing armor, it's inconvenient to carry. Boss." Ever since arriving in the Orc Empire and following Thor, his boss, he's truly been living a life of hunger nine times in three days, and being punished at every meal! He's always doing the most dangerous work, but his merit points haven't increased at all.

"Damn it, why haven't we seen any werewolves? Let's go, let's scout a little further ahead." Thor spat out the chewed grass root in his mouth and muttered, "Do you think the werewolves might be planning to attack us tonight?"

"It can't be that much of a coincidence! If they wanted to launch a surprise attack, they would have done so already!" Baido said decisively from the side. "Didn't the Earl say that we should strike first to gain the upper hand?"

“That’s true,” Thor nodded in strong agreement.

Then the three of them stood up straight from the grass.

Immediately, he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

Because right opposite them, five werewolves had just stood up from the grass, their bodies still gleaming in their armor.

Five pairs of wolf eyes, like emerald gems, stared intently at Thor and his companions.

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The next second, the five werewolves and the three humans all crouched down in the same manner.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!" Thor's face turned pale with anxiety as he cursed loudly, "Damn werewolves! They didn't even notice us when they were right in front of us!"

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On the other side, O'Dowd was also quite frightened, cursing repeatedly.

"There are only three people. Could they be human scouts?" the werewolf beside him reminded him.

O'Doddle suddenly realized, "Right, right, it must be human scouts!" O'Doddle took a deep breath, "They probably don't know we're going to raid Bloodstone Castle tonight, right?"

"How could that be!" the werewolf beside him denied. "The Wolf King is a master strategist; little Raven is no match for him!"

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"Werewolves! What the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?" came the roar of a human from next door.

"The entire Nightthroat province belongs to us werewolves, we can go wherever we want! As for you, why aren't you staying by the Bloodstone Wall, what are you doing here?" O'Dod retorted.

Thor couldn't answer the question for a moment. "What should we do?" Thor looked at the two brothers, Turo and Baido.

“Ask him his name,” Turo said.

"Ask him his name?" Thor was momentarily confused, but still did as he was told, "What's your name?"

"What?" O'Dowd was stunned and asked in return.

"Damn werewolves, they're so uncultured! They can't even understand what we're saying!" Thor laughed at Turo, then roared, enunciating each word clearly, "What is your name?!"

"Odowd!" Odowd finally realized that the other party was indeed asking for his name. Not knowing what the other party wanted to do, he could only answer honestly.

"Fuck you, O'Dowd!" Thor laughed and cursed.

O'Dowd's face flushed visibly, and he hurriedly asked, "What's your name?!"

“Your grandfather is true to his name and surname, Thor!” Thor replied.

“Fuck you Thor!” Odowd roared.

"Do you know what I did last night, O'Dowd?" Thor asked seriously.

"No matter what you did last night, I advise you not to bring my mother along!" O'Dowd said angrily.

"Haha, you're so smart!" Thor laughed heartily. "It's just 'fuck your mom all night'!"

O'Dowd was completely dumbfounded with anger, but he knew he was no match for Thor, so he changed the subject, saying, "Thor! You must be the scout Raven sent, right? How about this, we pretend we never met, and each continue our reconnaissance. That way, we can report back to our superiors, okay?!"

Thor glanced behind him. "That's a deal, no one can go back on their word!"

“I’m a dog if I lie!” O’Dowd roared.

And so, both sides slowly straightened up. Sure enough, no one launched an attack or secretly shot a sneak arrow. Thor then sneered, "You scout your way, I'll scout mine! Go!"

The two sides stared at each other, their weapons pointing warily at one another, signaling their men to begin running towards the other's territory.

However, things soon started to go wrong.

Time passed slowly, and two or three hours had gone by. The so-called "scout squads" of the human race were still not finished. The vast Eagle Army looked like a long dragon with no end in sight.

These aren't scouts! This isn't Raven's entire Eagle Army!

The same was true for O'Dowd; wave after wave of werewolves followed him, with no end in sight.

"They're going to take down my base tonight?!"

A bizarre and absurd idea simultaneously sprouted in the minds of Oddod and Thor, leaving them both somewhat bewildered for a moment!

Is there really such a coincidence in the world?!
"What a werewolf! He really was born a dog!"

Thor suddenly realized that his opponents weren't werewolf scouts at all, but rather a reconnaissance advance force! He had been so pleased with himself for thinking they were just a small scout squad, even gloating that the werewolves had fallen for his trick and mistaken him for a scout! He hadn't anticipated the werewolves' planned night raid on Bloodstone Castle, and he immediately cursed and roared, "Kill!!" On the night of February 17th, the werewolf army and the human army thus began a comical night battle on the vast plains!
Roar----

A dragon's roar exploded, and Zolzaen flew out from behind, blotting out the sky.

"The dragon is coming! Run towards the humans!"

Remembering the wolf king's instructions, O'Dod immediately let out a howl, and the werewolves charged towards the humans.

Before either side could even form a battle formation, they quickly engaged in a chaotic melee.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Wolf King Sliver laughed wildly in the distance: "Raven! Surrender! I have a full 50 werewolves, while you only have 2 Eagles! Now the dragons are useless! I bet you have no other tricks up your sleeve! Surrender now, and I might spare your life!"

"Oh? You really think so?"

Raven let Drogon land and led Eric and the others to a spot not far from Sliver. The two sides stood there outside the battlefield, just like they had on the high platform before. "Then I'll treat you to a big show later."

Stop playing tricks!

Sliver roared, "Your magic crystal cannons are destroyed, the necromancers sent by the Hand of Death to provide support have been gone for days, and even Silvermane's mount, the Ridgeback Rhinoceros, has run away! I spent half a month investigating these matters and only dared to launch this battle after thoroughly understanding the situation! And you're still pretending?! The dragons are useless now, and all you've done is hide a fifth-tier powerhouse as a backup plan! Where is he? Let him come out and fight me! Right now, the only one you can use is Eric, who's right beside you! Eric is indeed a fourth-tier powerhouse! And his strength is not weak! But I don't believe he can kill my 50 werewolf soldiers by himself!"

Raven shook his head, opened a bottle of Angel's Tears and handed it to Sliver, "There's no need for them to do anything. Just watch patiently."

"I have my own!"

Sliver naturally dared not accept Raven's offer of wine, so he took out a bottle from his ring and began to drink.

Raven had no choice but to hand the drink to Eric, who took it and gulped down several large mouthfuls. Ever since that bastard Thor had been borrowing money from him to buy merit points, Eric hadn't been able to afford Angel's Tears. Life was so hard that Eric was momentarily disoriented, as if he had returned to the years he spent with Donald.

This scene made Sliver's heart skip a beat. He vaguely felt something was wrong, but couldn't quite put his finger on it... His emerald wolf eyes swept across the battlefield. Although only a few tens of thousands of werewolves were fighting alongside the humans, the rest were being chased around by Zolzahn's dragon breath, Sliver still didn't think he would lose this battle! It wasn't until his gaze returned to Raven's face that he suddenly realized the source of his "something was wrong"! Yes! Raven was too calm! Unbelievably calm! As if he were the one with a 50-strong human army! What was going on?! Could it be that he really had a backup plan?! That couldn't be... But for some reason, an ominous shadow fell over Sliver's heart. If Raven really had a backup plan, why didn't he use it against Silvermane and the others back then? Even with the support of the Hand of Death, Raven could have won that decisive battle without the werewolves! But if there really weren't any werewolves, Raven's Eagle Army would have suffered at least half more casualties!
Raven would never take such a risk to hide a secret plan until this point!
unless……

Unless Raven had foreseen this battle and was already on guard against it!

That's even more impossible... Sliver shook his head slightly, clearing his mind of the distracting thoughts that were scaring him. From being forced to sign a contract after falling behind in negotiations more than a month ago; to leading the werewolf clan to support Raven's decisive battle 25 days ago; to today's night raid on Bloodstone Castle, every step he took was flawless!

Besides, who has such foresight that they can see what will happen 2-3 months in advance? Unless that person is a military genius.

Thinking of this, Wolf King Sliver's heart skipped a beat again. He suddenly remembered Raven's nickname that resounded throughout the human world... and he also remembered how Pain had repeatedly and patiently told him about Raven's various unpredictable behaviors in the military field.

No! Sliver still refused to believe it; he preferred to believe that tonight's encounter was just an accident!
But soon, strange noises came from the battlefield.

"What is that?! What the hell is that?! Aaaaaah!! Die! Die!!!"

Countless werewolves began to howl in unison, swinging their weapons wildly at their companions! It was as if those around them were no longer their playmates and comrades-in-arms, but the mighty eagle army of the human race!

A touch of light!

Under the bright moonlight, a vibrant green light was born and rapidly expanded.

Unlike the werewolf's emerald green eyes, this green was a dull, dark green, resembling large fireflies scattered in all directions.

The werewolves, locked in a bloody battle on the battlefield, saw it more clearly: a horde of demons with scarlet eyes! Each insect, no bigger than a palm and shaped like a butterfly, possessed an exquisitely beautiful and alluring face! Their tails were studded with long, sharp spikes, more terrifying than wasps! With a slight flap of their wings, they released multicolored powder, which, once inhaled, instantly clouded their senses!
Those werewolves who were stung by the tail spikes suffered even more miserably, quickly dying from poisoning. After their bodies collapsed, they would swell and decay, rapidly blooming with extremely alluring flowers from their bodies!

"Spirit Hell Butterfly! It's the Spirit Hell Butterfly! Run!!"

One of the well-informed werewolves recognized the Spirit Prison Butterfly, let out a howl, and ran off into the distance without another word.

"Quickly, cut off your right hand! Only then can you live!"

A werewolf beside him tried to run away, but the experienced werewolf made him cut off his right arm.

Less than three seconds later, the werewolf immediately felt its body weaken, so weak that it couldn't even lift its knife. Soon, it started spitting blood from its seven orifices, its mouth became dry, and clumps of its wolf fur began to fall out! Then, with a thud, it collapsed to the ground, its body began to tremble, twist strangely, turn black and swell, and scarlet blood flowers burst forth from its massive wolf body.

"The Enchanting Butterfly of the Spirit Prison?!"

Sliver roared in disbelief, the half-empty bottle of Angel's Tears slipping from his hand and falling to the ground. "Raven, you, you actually had something like this! You really had a backup plan?!"

So what if Sliver has 50 werewolves? The dragon Zolzahn alone kept the other 40 werewolves running out of breath, leaving only tens of thousands of werewolves on the battlefield fighting against the Eagle Army! And soon half of them were slaughtered by the Spirit Prison Butterfly.

Watching the army crumble on the battlefield, Sliver gave a bitter laugh. "Raven, stop. I've lost."

“In my hometown, the loser doesn’t deserve to live.”

Raven shook the Angel's Tear and said calmly.

"Can you spare my family?" Sliver asked, his voice tinged with pleading.

"What do you think?" Raven was astonished that the other person would ask such a stupid question. Let your family go and wait for them to come seeking revenge when they grow up? Do you think I haven't seen *The Orphan of Zhao*?!
Sliver shook his head, realizing he had asked a foolish question. He drew his longsword and held it to his neck, but still couldn't help asking, "Raven, since you have the Spirit Prison Butterfly, why didn't you use it in the final battle? Why did you keep it hidden until now?"

"Hey"

Raven sighed softly, "Why bother asking? You don't want to know the answer anyway."

Sliver nodded, and without further hesitation, slashed down with his sword.

"Alright, the Wolf King Sliver is dead, so let's stop slaughtering other werewolves," Raven instructed Eric. These would all be his subjects and laborers in the future; killing too many would create enmity and cause problems.

This is also why Sliver chose to commit suicide, just like Dudow did back then—both didn't want to see their subordinates make unnecessary sacrifices!
Remounting Drogon, Raven headed towards Moonrock Keep.

If he said he would kill Sliver's whole family, he would kill his whole family; Mr. Raven always kept his promises.

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(End of this chapter)