Throne of the North.

Chapter 413: The Devil's Eye, Still Burning

As the sky gradually brightened, a huge human army rushed towards the ferocious werewolf.

The regular army is at the front, and their combat discipline allows the army to resist the werewolves' killing in the first place.

Even in such a situation, it is still difficult for human armies to launch an effective attack when facing werewolves.

"When will these slaves be able to play?"

Beside Ryan, Viscount Hogg and Count Sauron both looked at him, and around them, tens of thousands of slave soldiers were holding gem-like crystals in their hands and were taking them.

In Ryan's hand, there is a scroll that can shatter all the crystals. As long as he activates the magic scroll, the crystals will shatter and the demonic potion inside will be released. There will be no turning back.

"Wait a little longer and let the army consume some of the werewolves' strength."

Demonic potions are the nobles' last resort, and must be used only to ensure complete victory.

Ryan looked at the battlefield in the distance. The dragon blood warrior resisted the werewolf's bloodthirsty attack in the first time. The heavy metal armor could withstand the werewolf's claws. When the big sword slashed down, the werewolf had to dodge to avoid being cut in two.

However, there is only one such battlefield. On the left and right sides of the Dragon Blood Warrior Legion, the regular armies of the nobles are gradually being defeated. Their armor cannot withstand the power of the werewolves, and their killing power against the werewolves is limited when they are in a group.

"My army won't hold out for long."

Count Sauron put pressure on them, as he did not want the Dragonblood Warriors to suffer too many losses, and Ryan also gave answers during his continuous patrols.

"Wait until that army collapses."

Ryan pointed to one side of the battlefield, where 1,500 soldiers from the nobles of Yinchuan County were attacking in that direction. But now it seemed that the soldiers were of mixed quality. When they had their first brutal encounter with the werewolves, the soldiers were constantly retreating.

Of the 1,500 soldiers, three or four hundred died in five minutes of fighting, while they killed less than a hundred werewolves.

They will soon collapse, and following Ryan's guidance, the surrounding slave armies also began to approach that side.

After the demon potion took effect, it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe, and only one side of that position was facing the enemy.

"The troops in front can't hold on any longer."

Viscount Hogg left and came back soon, saying with some distress that the army had suffered too many casualties. The battlefield was located in the Earldom of Winter, and the human army could not even attack the Winter Canyon.

The werewolves who turned around were constantly putting pressure on the human army. They relieved the pressure on Earl Winter, but this pressure made the nobles' army breathless.

Finally, Ryan saw that the Yinchuan County army was completely defeated. Hundreds of people retreated in an extremely embarrassed manner, not caring about the situation behind them at all, and fled to the rear in fear.

"This war does not need deserters."

Ryan quickly came to the front of the slave army and said loudly:
"No matter what your reasons are, now - sacrifice your lives for this war!"

"Pick up your weapons, attack, charge!"

"Kill!!!"

Thousands of slave soldiers roared fanatically. This was also the effect of magic. The magicians added some ingredients to today's food to awaken the slaves' qi and blood, making them run wildly in the heat.

"Kill these damn werewolves!"

In front, the fleeing soldiers looked at the large number of slave troops rushing towards them with some fear. They were happy, because they thought they were reinforcements.

And behind them, the werewolf in pursuit let out cruel roars, and wolf howls resounded through the sky.

"Weak humans should provide blood for the great werewolves!"

"Drink all their blood!"

The werewolf roared, with thick hair fluttering on its ferocious face, and was as terrifying as an undefeated flag on the battlefield.

The ancient bloodline is calling, and the gods served by the werewolves have unknowingly awakened their souls. [Thirst for blood] has become an instinct, and the werewolves rush towards the humans in front of them with bloodshot eyes, wanting to catch up with those who are fleeing, and also to kill those who are rushing towards them.

In the distance, Ryan took out the scroll given to him by Rosalind and opened it. There was darkness on it, and in the darkness, there was an eye.

"Those who gaze into the abyss will be marked by it. The cost of using the scroll is great."

Rosalind's voice echoed in Ryan's ears, and more than a dozen magical lights began to spread on his body. This was the magic cast on Ryan by the magicians to help him look at this eye.

This is a necessary measure. For mortals, facing great power, magic is the best and only help.

But soon, the magical light on Ryan began to dissipate, and the eye on the scroll came to life.

The bright red eyes were dripping with blood, which made Ryan's palms feel wet. He did not hesitate and tore the scroll apart with powerful force. At this moment, it seemed that some terrifying existence was released.

In the sky, the bright sunshine and clouds became dim, and then an eye appeared in the void. It looked around, and finally its gaze fell on the ground below, where there were densely packed black spots like ants running. It felt its own power among these running black spots.

Then the next moment, the pupils of its eyes shrank like wheat spikes and turned into a bloody sun in the sky. It was angry that someone had stolen its authority, and it roared - if eyes could make sounds.

It did it, its blood-red eyes called upon the ground to be its own power, and the next moment—

Click!

A slight shattering sound echoed around Ryan, and he seemed to fall into an abyss. Then he saw the crystal-like imprisonments in the bodies of the slave soldiers charging in front of him being broken by the black liquid inside.

It was also alive. He thought that the power of the scroll was to shatter the crystal and release the demon potion, but now he understood that he was wrong. The power of the demon potion was not released but awakened. Each demon potion was made from the blood of a terrible existence. They would forever belong to the great existence behind them, no matter if they turned into magic potions or a piece of stone.

The dark liquid flowed into the bodies of those humans along with their internal organs and blood, dyeing their bones black. The purpose of this was not to change the color, but to make the bones more plastic.

The originally fanatical slave army became miserable, and countless people were screaming in agony, but their voices gradually turned into the roars of wild beasts.

In front, the fleeing soldiers looked at the "reinforcements" that were so close with some fear. They were suddenly a little scared, as if the humans in front of them were more terrifying than the werewolves chasing behind them.

"Hahahaha, you weak human, just be my food!"

The werewolf screamed, and the next moment, the human in front of him who was unable to run suddenly broke apart in front of him with a bang.

Among the shattered human fragments, the werewolf saw scarlet eyes, and the dark monster roared at him with pure desire for destruction.

Then, a monster that looked like a human pounced at the werewolf. It was hard and cold, and the werewolf felt the sharp edge just by touching the scales on the monster's body, which seemed to be more capable of cutting flesh and blood than his own claws.

"what!"

The werewolf roared, which was a common way to threaten an enemy who did not know the truth. However, such a roar was useful to rational life, but meaningless to the minions of the abyss.

The sound of the werewolf's roar helped the demon's followers find their target. They looked at the werewolf with their scarlet eyes, and the next moment, their beast-like bone claws grabbed at the werewolf.

Tens of thousands of slave soldiers were transformed into horrible monsters under the effect of the demonic potion. The power of the abyss corroded the land beneath their feet. The wind direction on the battlefield suddenly changed. As the werewolves were slaughtered, more and more demon followers rushed forward and rushed into the Winter Canyon, killing all the werewolves around them indiscriminately.

It was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe, but Ryan chose a good direction. This demon army was surrounded by werewolves.

"Damn abyss monster!"

There were powerful werewolves howling and calling on other werewolves to attack. Werewolves and demon followers, equally savage and wild warriors, collided and fought together. Every battle was a brutal fight to the death.

"Can you win?"

The appearance of the abyss monsters changed the tide of the war and gave them a slight advantage. However, looking at the countless wolves on the earth swarming towards the demon army, a spectacular scene like thousands of rivers returning to their current, Count Sauron couldn't help but doubt.

The power of the demonic potion was indeed strong, transforming weak human slaves into powerful war monsters, but they were already facing such war monsters.

Those werewolves on the opposite side.

"I don't know."

Ryan also looked at the battlefield. It could be said that it was the place that attracted all attention. There were even the eyes of Earl Winter in the sky, and the Flying Wolf Cavalry was also paying attention.

The battle between demons and werewolves will determine the future of the North Wind Province and the fate of all the nobles in this land.

“Haha, the Empire betrayed the Dawn and welcomed the Light, but it was the demons of the abyss that held humanity’s hopes in this war.”

Earl Sauron said self-deprecatingly that the battle there was too primitive and barbaric. So far, neither he nor Viscount Hogg and Baron Ryan beside him could see the direction of the war. Waiting, the only thing left in his uneasy heart was waiting, waiting for the death of the werewolves and demon followers on the battlefield.

Ryan frowned. In his vision, he could gradually see that in the war in the distance, the demon followers occupied the upper right corner of the grid, but in the three directions of the demon army, in the mountains and forests, in the canyons, and on other battlefields, thousands of werewolves no longer teased the human soldiers in front of them. At the calls from the clan leaders, they turned into wolves and ran wildly on the earth.

The wolf beast's target is naturally the demon army and those human slaves who have become demon followers.

In three directions, dense groups of werewolves were approaching the tragic battlefield in a fan-shaped hunting formation.

Hearing the sound of wolf howls, Ryan looked at Egil, who frowned and gave him the answer.

"They are the leaders of the werewolf clans. Their voices can call out to their own families, to the werewolves of their own clans, and give orders."

"Even though there are many werewolves howling in such a chaotic and noisy battlefield, the werewolves of each clan can clearly grasp the orders of their clan leader from them."

Ryan understood. This was just like the flag signals used by the disciplined human army. The only difference was that the werewolves did not need to wave flags to represent different meanings. Instead, they listened to the voice of their own clan leader among thousands of voices.

Direct and straightforward.

The howls of wolves, which were indistinguishable to humans, had resulted in tens of thousands of werewolves swimming like a torrent on the battlefield, madly pouncing on their prey, the army of demon minions created by humans.

Ryan was extremely shocked. None of his army, nor any army he had ever seen, had such dominance and cohesion on the battlefield.

There are tens of thousands of werewolves here, and yet they are so harmonious.

In fact, what Ryan didn't know was that in the North before the war broke out, the war between the Silver Moon Court and the awakened evil god was far more spectacular than it was now.

"At this rate, the demons will lose to the werewolves."

Ryan said solemnly, shocking the people around him.

"No way. Those monsters in the abyss don't seem to know what death is. They are fearless and unafraid of death."

Viscount Hogg said that he was somewhat terrified of such a war. If his army was caught in it, it would probably be wiped out within half an hour.

“Being fearless doesn’t mean you won’t die. If you die, you’ll have nothing left.”

Ryan looked at the war in the distance.

"The werewolves have no pressure in marching like this. They can completely rely on their traditional advantages to erode the demon army bit by bit."

“They need to be disrupted.”

Compared with the werewolves, the demon army at this moment is like rookies. They only know how to find enemies around them and kill them, or be killed. However, the werewolves show the ultimate discipline in war.

Ryan looked at Viscount Hogg, causing the latter to shrink his neck.

"What do you want to do?"

"Give me your army."

Viscount Hogg brought only one army, and that was the cavalry.

This army, together with Ryan's Stag Legion, guarded this place, where several nobles were, to prevent them from being surrounded or attacked by werewolves.

Viscount Hogg opened his mouth but couldn't find a reason to refuse.

Ryan looked at Count Sauron again.

"My Lord Earl, the Dragonblood Warrior Corps must continue to move forward. It would be best if we could advance into the canyon."

"Earl Winter has a magic crystal cannon? Let him fire a few shots there, no matter if they are demons or werewolves, don't worry about casualties."

"We must disrupt the war rhythm of the werewolves, otherwise this war will be lost."

"It's best to drag it into our human rhythm."

After Ryan finished speaking, he turned and left the platform and headed towards the army.

"Our rhythm? What is our rhythm?"

Ryan thought about it and answered Viscount Hogg's question.

"chaos."

Human wars are filled with politics and interests, fear of death and enthusiasm for war, desire and reason, but are completely disorganized. Isn't it chaos?

On the other side, Count Sauron had ordered his dragon blood warrior army to charge head-on at all costs. Ryan did not realize that the combat effectiveness of this dragon blood warrior army was much stronger than what he had seen before. For example, those knights seemed to be much more relaxed when swinging their swords.

That was a huge metal sword weighing dozens of kilograms, but it was so powerful in the Dragon Blood Warrior Legion that it brought up a strong energy.

The legacy of the giants that Count Sauron obtained at a huge price made this old guy excited about his success and sublimated it in the original blood of the dragon blood warriors.

"The glory of dragon blood will be raised again by the power of giants."

Count Sauron was excited, while on the other side, Ryan came to the army's logistics center.

He brought such a bloated army all the way to Beifeng County, and logistical supplies were indispensable. However, among the supplies that followed the army, food, armaments and oil were the most numerous.

Why did they have to carry so much oil? A lot of it was even borrowed from the Chamber of Commerce headquarters in Lingdu City.

Ryan didn't know the answer either. Perhaps he was not completely sure whether Rosalind's demon potion would work, so he prepared a last resort for himself.

Of course, this was also a temporary idea. When the Frozen Territory was developing the swamp, they discovered a lot of liquid in the cracks of the stacked rocks. Through experiments, they came to some conclusions, that is, this liquid is also oil and can burn.

"You want to use fire to confuse the werewolves?"

Viscount Hogg swallowed his saliva, and some bad memories came to his mind. He was defeated by Ryan in front of the fire.

"This is the only way. Do we really want our two noble cavalry corps to attack tens of thousands of werewolves?"

Viscount Hogg was a little embarrassed.

"I always thought you thought so."

"The cavalry is not omnipotent, and their mounts are not giant dragons. If a warhorse is surrounded by werewolves, it will surely die. It is like walking food."

"I just hope that werewolves are also wolves, and wolves are also beasts."

"It looks like werewolves will be more afraid of fire than you think."

Ryan lifted the burlap, picked up one of the jars tied with a hemp rope, and then threw it to the ground.

The dark liquid flowed out, and the pungent smell made the two nobles hold their breath.

"It doesn't look like it's spoiled."

After further extraction by the alchemist, the extracted oils still appeared rough, but fortunately the time was short and no abnormal changes occurred.

……

The sky, perhaps because the power of the abyss had descended, the midday sun was not as bright. As for the earth, the roaring and chaotic sounds were still endless, transmitted to Ryan's ears from a long distance.

He tied a piece of wet linen to the end of the tail of his warhorse Winter, and all the cavalry around him followed his example.

"Isn't this too risky?"

Viscount Hogg was also a powerful knight. Standing next to Ryan, he looked at the sackcloth tied to the horse's tail and couldn't help but pull it down a little more.

Only a noble like him who had a cavalry corps could understand how huge a fortune these war horses were.

"If you want to win, you have to take risks."

(End of this chapter)