Throne of the North.

Chapter 738 The Second Orc War (Twenty-Four)
Neither of them expected that the werewolf would stand on the human's border fortress.

Standing with the nobles.

“Mr. Draco, signal to His Majesty. We don’t have much time, and it would be bad if that fox-man became alert.”

Draco bared his teeth, looking at the humans around him. He felt very uncomfortable and wanted to bite their necks to pieces.

Fortunately, the legendary werewolf still has self-control; the call of the wild tonight cannot make him lose his mind at this crucial moment.

Ouch——

A long, drawn-out wolf howl echoed across the snowy plains at dusk, followed by countless wolf howls.

Upon hearing the sound, the werewolf king Adun also howled.

"My people, attack!"

"Ouch!!!"

As the wolf howls grew louder, the bestial instincts within the gray-furred werewolves were unleashed. They ran wildly across the snowfield, but halfway there, the moon overhead became alluringly bright. Drawn by their wild instincts, all the werewolves transformed into berserk monsters.

They tore and killed all the other creatures in their path with madness, and the first to be attacked were the other orc groups that were at the forefront, closer to the Northern Wall fortress.

Orcs do kill each other, but a scene like this still surprised Count Pascal and King McCreynolds.

"Mr. Draco, it's your turn."

"Ulf, remember your mission."

As soon as Ryan spoke, Draco howled and transformed into a giant wolf, leaping down towards the foot of the Wall. Meanwhile, Ulf and the other Gam people also transformed into wolves.

"As you wish, sir."

With a howl, Ulf led dozens of berserkers and charged out with Draco.

On the battlefield.

The ferocious werewolf army slaughtered hundreds of thousands of orcs; no orc was a match for them. Even Shattered Bones was puzzled by this scene.

"Werewolves are cursed. Beneath the moon, we will possess greater power, but at the cost of enough blood."

"Adon said to Shattered Bones."

“After consuming enough blood, they will awaken. I hope Your Majesty will pray to the great gods to help the werewolves purify this price.”

Werewolves have something they want from themselves.

Many of Foxman Shattered Bones' doubts disappeared, and he became excited as he watched the werewolves raging on the battlefield.

How could humans possibly stand a chance against such a massive army of werewolves?
"Rest assured, King Adun, I will pray to the great Lord and ask them to purify the werewolves from the curse."

"Rest assured, this is very easy for my great Lord."

King Ardon of the werewolves did not agree with this.

They did worship the orc gods in the past; what did their ancestors do? But in the end, they all failed.

"What about them? Aren't they charging?"

Looking at the imposing wolf riders around him, Broken Bones realized that, on the surface, the wolf riders of the Silver Moon Royal Court were far more imposing than the Behemoth cavalry of the Behemoth Royal Family. These werewolves had learned human methods to form battle formations and completely adhered to the wolf pack's code of unity and cooperation in hunting.

In a real life-or-death battle, even the Behemoth cavalry might not be a match for the disciplined werewolf cavalry. Looking at this cavalry force on the snowfield, Broken Bone couldn't help but feel envious.

In the entire orc family, no other group can compare with the werewolves in this respect.

"We need to wait. The werewolf cavalry need a wide open space as a battlefield for their charge. If they charge out now... they will be blocked by the orc army ahead."

Upon hearing this, Broken Bones also felt that it made sense and began to wait expectantly.

On the other side, atop the Wall fortress in the North.

"Your Majesty, my army and I need your strength."

Ryan spoke, his eyes reflecting the battlefield of the snowfield. The werewolf army, controlled by wild instincts, was about to break through the orc army. These orcs were afraid of death and had not been possessed by wild instincts.

The knight beside him brought over the mithril armor, and Ryan had already put it on while they were talking.

"Ryan, you're going to go to the battlefield yourself?"

Count Pascal frowned and asked. He wasn't worried about Ryan's safety, after all, he was a legend and not so easy to kill. What he was worried about was that a god-level power would descend later, and it would be bad if it accidentally injured him.

"What's the big deal? I trust the Earl, and it's difficult for us to truly kill Him without getting close to that great being."

After Ryan finished speaking, he mounted his horse and pulled on the reins. The snow-white warhorse, Winter, leaped into the air and soared from the high wall of the Northern Wall fortress down dozens of meters below.

Following behind Ryan were thousands of stag squire knights, who also leaped down from the fortress walls without hesitation.

This was not because the stag servants had acquired new abilities, but because a legendary wind mage was here.

King McCrenos raised his magic staff, and in an instant, a gale swept across the sky, engulfing thousands of servants and warhorses.

The blue wind shimmered, constantly flowing, filled with both savage and gentle power.

As Ryan plummeted downwards, he suddenly felt his body was no longer as heavy as before, and the warhorse beneath him calmed down, galloping wildly on the blue wind.

Thousands of knights landed on the ground, but the power of the wind magic did not disappear. The legendary magic continued to attach itself to the warhorses and knights, making them more than twice as fast.

"attack!!!"

Ryan brandished his longsword and let out a deafening roar, followed by the heavy voices of the knights behind him. This cavalry legion descended from the sky and swiftly carved a bloody path, appearing before the werewolf army controlled by wildness.

"Kill them!"

At a command, the cavalry charged. How powerful were they? Their armor was blessed by magic and alchemy, and with the help of a legendary wind mage, their weapons were sharper than ever before, easily tearing the flesh and blood of these werewolves.

Werewolves, being at the very bottom of the hierarchy, even though the call of the wild makes them strong, are no match for the stag servants.

This is a human knight who has received several spiritual blessings and is the strongest in terms of individual combat attributes among those of the same rank.

Wind magic grants them greater speed, which in turn gives their weapons greater power.

"Tear them apart!"

In less than five minutes of charging, the blood-soaked stag servants had already pierced through tens of thousands of werewolf soldiers. Their momentum was unparalleled, and their blood became the most terrifying totem.

"Damn humans, legends! They actually dared to send legends into the battlefield!"

King Ardon of the werewolves jumped up and started cursing, then issued his orders without regard for anything else.

"Attack! Attack! Slay the legends of humanity!"

The werewolf cavalry finally moved, charging towards Ryan's location, and the legendary werewolf leaders, of course, also joined the fray.

Over the years, the tacit understanding between orcs and humans has been based on this: the power of legends has a tremendous destructive and transformative effect on war, and the confrontation between legends has become a unique agreement.

"Attack! Kill them!"

In an instant, the massive werewolf cavalry and human soldiers clashed. The battle was real, of course. Although Ryan and the werewolves were putting on an act, and the war was all scripted, the werewolves were ferocious and the knights were hot-blooded—this was unstoppable. The battle was real; killing and death were inevitable. The only thing the two kings could do was prevent the war from escalating, nothing more.

The battlefield was intense, and unless one was an expert in this area, no one could tell that there was actually no real life-or-death struggle on the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Draco, along with Ulf and a group of werewolves, had already approached the location of the Orc King's Broken Bones.

Draco was curious, but he didn't ask the humans behind him. In his opinion, if the human noble could even purify the curse of werewolf blood, then turning a human into a werewolf didn't seem like a difficult thing.

In an extraordinary world, anything is possible.

"Draco?"

Shattered Bones was surprised. Why was the werewolf leader back?
"I must protect His Majesty. There are only four legendary figures among humankind."

On the battlefield, there was one more werewolf legendary than humans, so Shattered Bones paid no attention and continued to watch the battle ahead, hoping that the werewolves could kill humans and break through their high walls of defense. That way, the great Lord would be even more pleased and grant them more power.

Enveloped in divine power, Draco's eyes held a hint of apprehension. This power was also possessed by the former High Priest Erdi, and even legends like them found it difficult to break through the defenses of divine power, which was a powerful representation of the gods.

However, what those few werewolves could do back then, the werewolves behind them can do now as well.

Draco stepped aside slightly, and behind him, Ulf, his eyes gleaming coldly, suddenly lunged forward, his sharp wolf claws transforming into human hands as he thrust a crimson longsword toward Shattered Bones.

The barrier of divine power trembled violently, yet Ulf still managed to break through it. Gram's sword instantly pierced through the shattered flesh. It was the Frost Lord's weapon, and although its power had diminished after being drawn several times by Lion, it was still a divine artifact.

The shattered bone howled in agony as divine power surged wildly from the cracks in its body into its flesh and blood, preventing the sword from inflicting further damage. Then it turned around and swung its claws with terrifying power, slashing down Ulf.

Draco's legendary power intervened. The werewolf's legend wasn't particularly strong, but his tenacious vitality was unmatched. He forcefully stopped Bonecrusher's attack and brought Ulf out.

"Draco?! How dare you betray me!"

Shattered Bones went completely mad; the pain in his body drove him to madness. This orc king, blessed by the gods in the previous war, was very different from that High Priest Erdi.

It possesses legendary power.

Creating legends is not an easy task for gods, but it's not too difficult either.

It's nothing more than the bestowal of power.

And that Storm Forni, who bestowed the authority of the Shattered Bones in place of the power of the Legendary Gift, was a mere storm.

A gray-white storm enveloped the shattered bones, making it difficult for others to approach.

"Damn it, why didn't you kill it?"

Draco was furious, but Ulf laughed.

"I'm just a Sky Knight, how could I possibly kill a legend? That's not my mission."

In the darkness, shadows flickered, and the enormous serpent raised its head. Even Draco, who wasn't looking in that direction, felt an inexplicable pressure and a sense of mental disorientation.

In a daze, Signi held a dagger and tore open the skull of the broken bones. If it were a human, this dagger might not have been able to do much, but it was a fox-man, a fox-man whose head was only the size of a human's palm.

That dagger would have been deadly to it.

Blood gushed from his neck, forehead, and back. The storm of bone fragments that had been gathering halfway came to an abrupt halt. He clutched his neck in terror and anger, but even so, blood continued to flow smoothly from the gaps.

It obviously cannot live like that colorful king who lost his head.

No, it's nothing compared to this. After losing most of its blood, the fox-person was already on the verge of death.

"Lord, the great Lord..."

It is calling out, it is praying; at this moment, only a great being can save it.

Signi retreated frantically, for a great aura was spreading through the void. Clearly, the god hidden deep within the broken bones' soul could no longer sit idly by. He had to save this believer, or He would fall into a deep slumber, and it was unknown when He would awaken again.

Only after reaching the end of his rope and dying a broken body did this great being truly reach the end of his rope.

The true purpose of this war was to kill the Bone Shatterer and force the gods to reveal themselves.

One thing leads to another; now it's Count Pascal's turn.

Count Pascal, who was fighting King Adun, suddenly stopped, and Adun on the other side also stopped fighting at the same time and did not approach.

In the void, a brilliant light bloomed. In the distant Danube province, unseen by anyone, in that ancient count's castle, countless stones were shaken off. At the very tip of the highest building, a dazzling light pierced the dark sky and headed towards the depths of the north.

The speed was perhaps less than a second. The power from the foundation of Count Pascal's castle descended, and the divine power arrived, instantly shattering the power gathered by that great being.

Then came the second instant.

Under the attack of this second beam of divine origin, the Orc King Shattered Bones was completely annihilated. The magical storm, Funi, had no place to hide and was exposed to all things.

All life bowed its head, except for Ryan, who could raise his head and look directly at the great being flying in the illusory storm. It was ferocious and terrifying, with limbs and wings, hard scales and thick fur. Even Ryan could not see what it looked like.

The third attack from the divine source has arrived.

Ryan and Count Pascal overestimated this great figure.

He awoke from the North, already weakened, and during the divine war at Hot Springs Fortress, all his essence was destroyed, leaving him with no more divine power.

He couldn't stop it; he couldn't even stop the third beam of divine killing intent.

Everything Ryan saw was breaking apart.

Feathers fluttered in the sky like snow, scales shattered and splattered like rocks, hair burned like withered wood, and twisted bones broke apart, radiating extreme brilliance before turning into countless dust particles that drifted into the void.

God Eater!

The god roared in anger, for He was about to die, but in His rage He declared His will: He would return in the distant future, whenever He might, and He would take His revenge, whether these people were dead or alive, and they and their descendants would suffer the god's divine punishment!

Death is not the end for a great being, which is why He can issue such an angry threat.

Ryan slowly approached the center of the dust and light, and the spiritual panel was revealed.

In that instant, he felt it.

I felt the fear of a great being, a god.

The illusory dragon spirit was pushed out. It flapped its wings and circled around Ryan. Just as it was about to beg Ryan to let it go back, it shrank back in fear and hid behind Ryan.

The spiritual panel transformed into a vortex, swallowing everything of the deity amidst His terrified and desperate roars.

Throughout the entire process, apart from Ryan, who could see it, and the Dragon Spirit, who sensed the terrifying presence in the darkness, no one else could witness this scene.

He is dead, or rather, gone forever. The world may have traces of Him, but it will not have His future. All is gone, all is over.

The dazzling light and falling dust remained, but in the distance, the legendary magician, King [Wind Emperor], felt that something was missing from this extraordinary world.

The spiritual panel, which had been in turmoil for months, has finally quieted down.

And the legendary gift that belonged to Ryan was finally revealed to him after he devoured the god.

(End of this chapter)