Throne of the North.

Chapter 726 The Second Orc War (Part Twelve)

Werewolves are glorious because of their bloodline.

Werewolves of noble blood have absolute dominance over those of lower blood, and may not even recognize each other as the same kind of race.

That's incredibly ancient history. Before humans rose to power, werewolves were the dominant force in this extraordinary world.

Even as humanity gradually rose to prominence under the care of the Lord of Dawn, werewolves maintained their status and thrived in the human world.

Even though the werewolf packs back then were far smaller than they are today, they lived in the human world and coexisted with humans.

Even the Dawn Church, under the faith of the Lord of Dawn, cannot completely eradicate the werewolves.

why?
This is because the ancient ancestors of werewolves were blasphemous.

The nobles of the Flor Empire became so powerful because of blasphemy, and the werewolves also had a similar glory. In ancient times, the werewolves were blasphemy.

The benefits of blasphemy have endowed the werewolf bloodline with extraordinary power over a long period of time.

However, a long, long time later, after the werewolves left the human world and stopped coexisting with humans, and instead established a new race within the orc family, all the benefits of blasphemy came to an end.

They are no longer an independent werewolf clan, but rather a branch of the orcs known as werewolves.

That's unavoidable. The Dawn Church is getting stronger and stronger. If the werewolves don't do this, their fate will be the same as the vampires—becoming wild beasts kept by humans.

The ancestors of werewolves were wise. After becoming part of the orcs, the werewolves lost a lot, but their clan grew larger and larger. In the end, they defeated an orc royal court and became one of the six great orc royal courts.

Before the North was covered, the werewolves' hunting grounds were ridiculously large, with werewolves hunting in the mountains and grasslands.

They left human civilization and formed a completely new orc civilization.

Among the orcs, the werewolf race has the highest level of civilization.

However, this does not mean that everything is over.

Blasphemy is punished by the gods.

The curse of a great being on the werewolf bloodline has caused werewolf civilization to stagnate and even regress.

The curse is not singular, but multifaceted; in ancient times, it could even manifest as death from being harmed by silver metal.

It can be said that werewolves have always suffered the consequences of blasphemy until their faith began to solidify as believers in a certain great being among the orcs.

The orcs' gods helped the werewolves suppress the curse that came from a deity.

However, this does not mean the curse has been lifted.

Countless werewolf blood spilled across the Fragrant Hills Plain, and an extraordinary aura filled the air. All the werewolves had bloodshot eyes, and wildness had replaced civilized wisdom. They charged toward the Fragrant Hills Plains Fortress like wild beasts.

The curse, the most terrifying divine backlash among the countless curses buried in the werewolf bloodline, was awakened by the Moon Lady under today's full moon.

The curse that was once sealed by the orc god awakened under His moonlight, turning all the werewolves into beasts that only knew how to kill.

This is the most unacceptable thing for werewolves who pride themselves on wisdom and civilization.

"You deserve to die!"

The werewolf king and the werewolf leaders around him roared as they charged toward High Priest Erdi, intending to tear him to pieces. But they didn't realize that even these powerful werewolf leaders were no different from ordinary werewolves in the face of the moon's power.

Their eyes turned savage, their degenerated reason took over, and their roars were like those of wild beasts.

Moreover, they cannot harm Erdi, the werewolf high priest.

Bathed in moonlight, Erdi's priestly robes shone with a pure silver glow. Under this light, both legendary werewolves and savage werewolves instinctively prostrated themselves at his feet.

The bright moonlight prevented the werewolves attempting to attack Erdy from getting any closer.

“A bunch of fools, this is a blessing from my Lord to you, how dare you rebel!”

"Offer your loyalty for my Lord."

"Kill the humans before you, so that their souls will cease to beat."

"Let the brilliance of the spirit be dimmed, let the power of the spirit be devoured by the great primordial chaos."

Erdy's voice gradually became hollow, and his eyes lost focus. At this moment, the great being had replaced everything else.

Seeking and killing humans became its instinct, and this same instinct also became the target of countless degenerated wild werewolves.

Ouch——

The wild roars were close at hand. The knight standing atop the fortress looked down and saw that dozens of werewolves had built a path upwards with their own flesh and blood. Some werewolves were running wildly on all fours along the 'passage' formed by their spines, rushing towards the high walls of the fortress.

"Roar!!!"

The blood-red werewolf beast leaped onto the high wall of the fortress, its powerful arms sweeping out to the sides, its claws tearing flesh from the human bodies it struck.

"Kill it now!"

Spears came from all directions, but in the end, it was only thanks to the knight's strength that the werewolf, who knew nothing of defense, was finally killed on the spot.

"Ignore the corpse."

The knight roared and led his soldiers to stop the werewolves that were frantically climbing upwards.

The fortress walls of Xiangshan Plain were high and majestic, standing shoulder to shoulder with the mountain ridge, but even these high walls could not stop the werewolf army's advance.

"We absolutely cannot let them breach the city walls!"

Viscount Landa's eyes flashed with sharpness as he ordered the Dragonblood Warrior Legion to ascend the fortress walls.

With the arrival of this heavily armored knight legion, even the towering werewolves could not be shaken. In the sky outside the fortress, the unicorn flying wolf cavalry constantly harassed the werewolves that formed the cloud ladder, causing them to break in the middle. The werewolves that fell from the sky crashed to the ground, losing their fighting ability even if they did not die.

On the beacon towers of the fortress, giant crossbows continuously fired arrows, and the rain of arrows severely wounded hundreds of werewolves. However, the most important element of this extraordinary war was still the mages who had played a pivotal role in the recent imperial war.

The magicians' first glory was the blasphemy of the empire over a hundred years ago, and now the empire's war is the magicians' second glory.

The mages from the Mage Guild continuously tore open war magic, and frenzied life magic rained down on the human soldiers of the Fragrant Mountain Plain Fortress, unleashing their full fighting power. Meanwhile, the numerous offensive magic scrolls caused immense chaos to the werewolf army.

The battlefield between humans and orcs, illuminated by firelight in the darkness, reached a fever pitch the moment they made contact. Humans attacked the orcs en masse, and the werewolves, even in their final moments, managed to crush human throats.

Even with the existence of magic and superhuman legions, humanity's losses were still enormous.

"Damn it, these werewolves are just cannon fodder, wasting our soldiers."

Standing atop the fortress, Viscount Landa gritted his teeth. This time, the orcish army had no other orc cannon fodder; instead, the werewolves at the bottom of the ranks had become cannon fodder. Such cannon fodder would inflict significant casualties on the soldiers.

The real battle hadn't even begun, and the fortress had already exhausted all its resources.

……

The sacrificial ceremony has only just begun.

The werewolf high priest Erdi knelt on the ground, repeatedly raising and falling towards the full moon in the sky, murmuring indistinct ancient language. As the war continued, countless werewolves and humans perished, their souls visible only to High Priest Erdi…

Those were fragments of the souls of werewolves and humans after their deaths. They were broken and scattered like snowflakes in the sky above the Fragrant Mountain Plain. With the prayer of High Priest Erdi, these fragments of souls drifted toward its location like a storm, illuminated by the moonlight overhead.

In the dim light, one could see the souls of werewolves drifting aimlessly in the void, and the souls of humans melting away in the moonlight, devoid of spirit.

These werewolf and human souls are the true sacrifices of this ritual. The bloodline call formed by the werewolves was merely a medium for the arrival of a great being.

Erdi arrived with a divine oracle. Everything he did was not for the benefit of the werewolf clan, but for the divine oracle of a great being.

As His followers, the will contained in the oracle is everything.

“Great master, please accept the offerings that your devout servant has found for you.”

Under the moonlight, the werewolf's soul shattered, and the human's soul dissolved. The Fragrant Hills Plain, illuminated by firelight, was dim, but at this moment, the bright moonlight in the sky shone forth, making this land as bright as day.

The battlefield of the fortress became clearer. The werewolves were bloodthirsty and frenzied, and the moment the moonlight fully illuminated the land, the werewolves of those noble werewolf clans finally succumbed to the control of their wildness.

Ouch——

A werewolf from the Er clan, its body radiating black energy, had a full moon reflected in the depths of its bloodthirsty eyes. In an instant, this werewolf with noble blood merged into the shadows of the earth, moving through the shadows, and appeared atop the fortress on the Fragrant Mountain Plain a few breaths later.

"what?"

Hora Winter, the count's younger brother, who had become a knight of the Sanctuary, suddenly turned around and slashed his longsword at a dark shadow. A bloodthirsty werewolf leaped out of the shadows, its gaping maw tearing at him.

The longsword cleaved the werewolf in two, but Hora did not let his guard down. From all sides, werewolves of the Earl bloodline emerged from the shadows, some tearing at Hora's body, others at the shadow beneath his feet. An extraordinary aura permeated these werewolves, who surrounded him, fighting desperately to kill this human holy knight whose extraordinary realm far surpassed their own.

North of the fortress, in the snow-covered landscape, a dense army of werewolves covered the ground. Among the gray-furred werewolves, one after another, burly werewolves, as large as small mountains, swung their claws, swatting away any werewolves that stood in their way. Under the moonlight, these werewolves of the Draco clan were even stronger than the bear-men orcs.

They charged forward in a frenzy, knocking away all the werewolves in their path, until at some point, the fortress's tall ironwood gates blocked their way.

boom! ! ! !

A hard head is the hallmark of the Draco clan werewolves. One after another, time and time again, until the werewolf's head is broken and blood is drawn, and after the werewolf falls, other burly werewolves behind take the place of the werewolf in front.

They couldn't dash through the shadows and scale the high walls of the human fortress like the werewolves of the El clan; they could only bombard the fortress gates again and again.

Regardless of the cost, the wildness takes hold of the werewolves' souls, making them unafraid of death.

Until hundreds and thousands of Draco werewolves died beneath the high walls, the fortress walls that the nobles of the Northwind province had rebuilt at the cost of enormous wealth collapsed with a roar!
Ouch——

Thousands upon thousands of werewolves surged through the collapsed breach into the Xiangshan Plain Fortress, their carnage staining the full moon in the sky with a bewitching blood red.

He was watching this place and was pleased by the bloodshed.

This war is not a war between werewolves and humans, but a sacrifice under the will of the gods.

High Priest Erdi danced an ancient dance with fervor, the moonlight shining down from above. This divine favor finally caused the struggling werewolf leaders, including several legends, to completely lose their minds.

"Roar!!!"

The legendary werewolf howled, including the Silver Moon King. It roared to the sky, its eyes bloodshot, and savagely looked in the direction of the humans. Its body, which had been struggling to kill Erdi, also rushed towards the Fragrant Mountain Plain Fortress.

Behind it stood the Silvermoon Royal Court's most powerful werewolf cavalry.

They too succumbed to their wild instincts, following behind the werewolf king as they charged toward the human fortress.

A corner of the fortress collapsed, and werewolves swarmed into the huge gap like a flood, making Viscount Landa tremble with unease. He once again felt the threat of death.

What's gotten into these werewolves?

Even with his slow reaction, Viscount Landa noticed that something was wrong with the werewolves. These werewolves had completely lost their minds; they didn't even try to dodge the magic hitting their heads. If this was the case, even if the war was won, what would the werewolves have left?
He was puzzled, and the war gave him no time to think.

Flames rose in the alleyways of the fortress, a last resort. The alleyways were filled with large amounts of oil, another last measure to use the flames to block the orcs' attack and engage in street fighting within the fortress.

However, the ferocious werewolves showed no fear of the flames in their eyes. They roared and charged straight into the sea of ​​fire.

Flames burned their fur, and werewolves howled and roared in the inferno, yet they continued their frenzied charge.

The moonlight in the sky had completely transformed into a blood-red full moon.

Under His power, the werewolves' suicidal warfare caused humanity's defenses to collapse.

"Destroy the kingdoms of mankind by the will of my Lord."

"Let the spiritual be broken, let the divine be great!"

High Priest Erdi floated beneath the moonlight, gazing fervently at the Fragrant Mountain Plains Fortress. However, he soon noticed that at the edge of his vision, on the edge of the crimson kingdom illuminated by the moonlight, dark shadows were expanding.

Ryan stepped on the dragon's head, frowning as he looked at the unusual darkness ahead.

He sensed the presence of a great being.

"Aren't the orc gods at Hot Springs Fortress?"

Ryan was puzzled, but at this moment, his spiritual panel suddenly went berserk once again.

Ryan finally felt the longing of the spiritual panel.

Its legendary gift was always stuck at the last step—

"Are you yearning to devour the gods?"

Ryan's eyes widened, and his breathing became rapid.

Ryan calmed down, his eyes became deep, and he placed his hand on his chest.

"No, it's me who's longing for it."

"——God-killing."

(End of this chapter)