Elven cultivators

The elves that suddenly emerged from the ground were all dressed in blue robes and carried various weapons.

Longswords, short halberds, golden bells, bronze towers... the variety is so bizarre that it's hard to imagine these are weapons used on the battlefield.

Some even went empty-handed, merely making a series of finger gestures with their fingertips flickering with light. With each movement, attacks of flames, ice, wind blades, and lightning would erupt, sweeping across the surrounding ranks of wolf-blood soldiers.

The finest armor was like paper in the face of those rays of light; it was pierced, torn, and charred in an instant.

Dozens of Wolf Fang Legion soldiers fell to the ground before they could even scream.

The rear guard was thrown into chaos, and panic and confusion spread forward along the lines like a plague.

Casper's expression changed drastically.

"Who are those people?"

The older wolf-blooded general glanced at them, his expression changing slightly, and said, "They should be the elite core of the Silvermoon Clan, claiming to be disciples of the Primordial City, and their strength is considerable."

Disciples of the Primordial City!

Casper's pupils contracted slightly.

He had heard of this group.

The core city of the Silver Moon Clan, Primordial City, is said to be accessible only to disciples of Primordial City, their families, and those who serve the disciples of Primordial City.

Within the Silvermoon Clan, the disciples of Primordial City hold a status second only to the higher-ups.

Rumor has it that they are also very powerful.

Almost every one of these disciples from Taichu City possesses the combat strength of the Gold Rank, clearly making them the elite among the disciples of Taichu City.

Hundreds of gold-tier combatants would be enough to change the course of a battle in a localized area, let alone appearing in the rear.

Casper made a quick decision: "Concentrate our forces and take out those disciples of the Primordial City first. If the chaos in the rear spreads to the front, the entire formation will collapse."

The order was quickly relayed.

The wolf-blood soldiers of the rear army surged towards the disciples of Taichu City like a tidal wave, quickly suppressing the disciples' room to maneuver with their numerical advantage.

But at that moment, some of the disciples of Taichu City suddenly took out long banners and waved them forcefully.

The dark red patterns on the banner suddenly lit up, and grayish-white mist surged out of the banner, flowing along the ground like a frost-covered river, spreading towards the approaching wolf-blood soldiers.

In the mist, countless translucent outlines condensed and took shape.

Clad in grey-black armor and helmets, with eerie green lights flickering in their eye sockets, they silently cut into the ranks of the wolf-blood soldiers, wielding long swords and short spears.

Terrified, the wolf soldiers swung their weapons at the suddenly appearing figures, but the weapons passed right through them.

This bizarre situation startled the wolf-blood soldiers.

The next moment, the ghost soldiers' attack descended upon them.

As the blade sliced ​​through, the wolf-blooded soldier's movements suddenly slowed, and the flesh beneath his armor turned a cold, ashen gray, as if blood and warmth had been drained from it.

thump!

One after another, the wolf-blooded soldiers fell to the ground.

The once dense crowd was instantly cleared out, leaving a blank space.

The wolf army's momentum was suddenly interrupted, and all the soldiers stared in horror at the ghostly soldiers before them.

They had never encountered such bizarre creatures before, and their attacks were completely ineffective against them.

The wolf-blood generals were also taken aback.

"What is that? A ghost?"

"It doesn't look like it... Could it be some kind of magical creature?"

"Damn it, the Silvermoon Clan actually keeps such things."

Casper stared intently at the eerie figures slaughtering the werewolf soldiers, knowing he couldn't delay any longer, and gritted his teeth as he gave the order.

"Deploy the Blood Wolves!"

The generals exchanged glances, their expressions heavy.

I didn't expect to be forced to reveal my hand so soon.

But no one raised any objections.

Everyone knew that the situation had reached its most critical moment.

Soon, the howls of wolves echoed from the right side of the battlefield, their sound waves even drowning out the noise of clashing swords and exploding spells.

Thousands of gray-black blood wolves surged out from the low-lying areas and behind the scree slopes, like a dark torrent tearing the horizon, carrying a heavy stench of blood, and rushed toward the flanks of the Silvermoon Clan army.

They were more robust and ferocious than the wolf riders' mounts on the battlefield, and the dark red mane around their necks was straightened by the wind as they galloped, like a trembling ripple on water.

The clan leaders behind the Silvermoon army noticed the wolf pack immediately.

The Third Elder examined the scene carefully for a few moments, then frowned and said, "Those wolves... seem to be the demonic wolves that destroyed Deeprock City... So it was the Bloodclaw Clan who were behind this."

Cedric's gaze swept over the charging wolf pack, and he said in a deep voice, "Just as the intelligence described, each of these demonic wolves has the combat strength of a gold-rank. If they are allowed to charge into our formation, the consequences will be unimaginable."

The Grand Elder decisively ordered, "Dispatch the five battalions of divine soldiers, the guardian generals, and the Misty Shadows to stop the wolf pack at all costs."

These three items were originally intended to be used against the saints of the Bloodclaw clan.

Strangely, despite the ongoing war, the opposing sage has yet to make an appearance.

Looking at those demonic wolves again, the Grand Elder already had a certain guess in his mind.

Several disciples of Taichu City quickly emerged from the Silver Moon Army formation and arrived at the right side of the battlefield. After landing, they simultaneously took out a command flag.

Five-colored rays of light suddenly burst forth at the edge of the wasteland, like splashes of paint falling onto the gray-brown ground.

Five beams of light—cyan, red, yellow, white, and black—lit up one by one, merging into one. Two thousand five hundred armored figures completed their formation with each breath, forming a newly erected wall that blocked the path of the blood wolves' charge.

"It's the Five Battalions of Divine Soldiers!"

"It is said to be an alchemical puppet that is one level higher than the Yellow Turban Warriors. Each one has the combat power of the peak Silver level and has mastered a special combat method that amplifies power through synergy. Five Five Camps Divine Soldiers working together can contend against the lower Gold level. The more Five Camps Divine Soldiers working together, the stronger their combat power. There was once a record of 2,500 Five Camps Divine Soldiers working together to contend against the peak Gold level."

As soon as he finished speaking, a wolf-blooded general sneered, "Those five battalions of divine soldiers number less than three thousand at most. Even if there's only one at the peak of the Gold rank, they still can't withstand the Blood Wolves."

"And don't forget that there are five legendary male wolves in the pack."

But no sooner had he finished speaking than a streak of silver-gray light suddenly shot out from behind the Silver Moon army.

The streak of light left a blurry trail in the low sky, like smoke blown askew by the wind, and in an instant it crossed thousands of meters, condensing into shape in front of the five battalions of divine soldiers.

It was a wolf.

Shorter than Blood Wolf, with long, slender shoulders and back, its short, silver-gray fur barely rippled in the swirling winds of the battlefield, giving the illusion that it might drift away at any moment.

"And what is that?" a wolf-blooded general asked in confusion.

No one answered this question.

The other wolf-born generals also looked puzzled.

Casper, however, frowned.

For some reason, the gray wolf gave him a sense of déjà vu.

Before he could figure it out, the gray wolf had already made its move.

It lunged forward, its body suddenly dispersing in mid-air, transforming into a surging gray-white mist that sped towards the wolf pack.

Midway through, the fog rapidly expanded and grew, instantly transforming into a torrent of gray mist that crashed violently into the forefront of the blood wolf pack.

In an instant, the wolf pack collapsed as if a piece had been bitten off by a giant jaw. Dozens of blood wolves turned into clouds of blood mist that exploded outwards, mixed with broken bones and fur. Before they could even land, they were engulfed by the subsequent mist.

A legendary male wolf roared as it charged forward, only to have its back bitten by a wolf head phantom that materialized from the mist, the sound of bones cracking clearly audible.

The male wolf struggled frantically, letting out a mournful howl.

The wolf-blooded generals were immediately horrified.

"How is that possible? Even a male wolf isn't a match for them?"

"That gray wolf is at least a veteran legend, and very likely even a peak legend!"

"What kind of monster is this?"

The veteran wolf-blooded general noticed Casper's unusual expression and, with a flicker of emotion, asked, "Lord Casper, do you recognize that gray wolf?"

Casper nodded, his voice hoarse, "That's not an ordinary magical creature...that's a Mist Howler, a divine wolf similar to Bloodclaw."

The surroundings fell silent for a moment.

After a moment of silence, someone whispered in protest: "How is that possible? Weren't all the divine beings extinct? Where did the Silvermoon Clan find a divine wolf?"

The wolf-blooded veteran seemed to have thought of something, and his face darkened: "When Lord Scar died at Anton's hands, he was carrying a newly acquired Old World Egg."

Casper's eye twitched. "You mean... that Old World Egg contained a Misthowl, which was hatched by the Silvermoon Clan using some unknown method?"

"I can't think of any other explanation besides this," the wolf-blooded veteran said.

Silence fell upon everyone again.

Their clan has spent hundreds of years and invested countless resources, but so far they have not been able to hatch a true Bloodclaw, and can only barely extract its bloodline to cultivate Blood Wolves.

The Silvermoon Clan had only obtained the Old World Egg a few decades ago, yet they had already successfully hatched a true divine wolf.

This left them both astonished and horrified, as well as utterly frustrated, feeling a tightness in their chest.

However, the battle did not give them much time to process their emotions.

Almost at the same time that the Mist Shadow crashed into the Blood Wolf pack, twelve more streaks of light swept out from behind the Silver Moon Army and landed on the east side of the battlefield.

The twelve figures each occupied their positions, their armor magnificent and their forms varied.

Some are entirely dark gold, standing with swords in hand.

Some were enveloped in silver-blue lightning.

Some were dressed in black armor and held shields as solid as walls.

After a slight pause, twelve figures rushed forward simultaneously.

In just one exchange, more than ten blood wolves were blasted away and fell to the ground dead.

Several male wolves charged at these strange creatures, but were all knocked to the ground in a single encounter, completely outmatched.

"And what is that?"

Casper and the wolf-blooded general turned green with rage.

As the war progressed, they became terrified by the Silvermoon Clan's endless tricks.

They thought that with the Blood Wolf Pack as their trump card, defeating the Silvermoon Clan would be no problem.

But little did they expect that the Silvermoon Clan had even more trump cards up their sleeves, one after another.

It almost made them all numb.