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(Costs an additional 2 mana points, lasts for one day.)

(Costs 4 additional mana per caster level, allowing the spell to last for one day.)

Charm only turns the target into a friend and is not effective during combat, and suggestion can only last for one action.

However, the spell of domination does not have so many messy restrictions. As long as the opponent's will saving throw fails, he will become his slave directly. My current warlock level is 7, and my spellcasting level is 9. I can consume a maximum of 9 mana points at a time. As long as the domination is successful, I can make any target listen to me for a whole day!

Now, not only has my defense flow been formed, but my domination flow has also been formed.

Aenarion took a breath, turned a blade of change into a spear, lifted Sanero's body high, and passed it to the three lords, while roaring at the top of his lungs, spreading the news of their leader's death to all directions!

"Sanero is dead!!!"

At this moment, the situation of the Dark Angels has become very bad. They are leaderless and too few in number. They are trapped in the streets and alleys and are surrounded by Aenarion's army. The Hurricane Wings of the Fallen Angels are flying in the sky and the Fire Wings of the Fallen Angels are walking in the shadows. At this moment, the Steel Wings of the Fallen Angels, that is, the Eastern Roman Armored Paladins, have also rested. Holding spears and riding on steeds, each of them weighing more than a ton of armored cavalry, they once again launched a terrifying cavalry charge towards their own defense line like a tsunami!

In desperate situations, these Janissaries were forced to fight with greater morale. They wielded muskets and scimitars, fought wildly on the battlefield of blood and fire, and even launched desperate counterattacks on local battlefields at the cost of huge casualties.

Luther tried to persuade them to surrender again, but to no avail. These people were not his students. Some of them were even older than him. Moreover, they were loyal to the Lord of the First Legion and the Ottoman Empire and would rather die than surrender.

Aenarion temporarily withdrew the front line and ordered the entire army to stop advancing. Then, he ordered the Hurricane Wings to lift ten ogre lead-spraying zombies and fly them up, and bring them to the rear of the Janissary squads. These ogre zombies could lift one-pound cannons with their bodies and spray shotgun shells. Their flexibility was much higher than that of the field artillery pulled by their carriages. Moreover, with the assistance of the Hurricane Wings, they suddenly airdropped behind the enemy and gave the Janissary the glorious death they longed for with flames and iron sand flying all over the sky.

The Battle of Kronos lasted for a full fifteen hours. With the huge advantage in military strength, Aenarion finally wiped out five hundred Janissaries and captured this vital throat city.

He only had a month, or even less, as Ryan would be rushing back from Asia Minor with more legions at any time. There was no time to waste.

Aenarion kicked open Kronos's warehouse and gave all the money inside to the soldiers. Amid their cheers, he ordered two thousand phalanx soldiers and one thousand Hurricane Wings of the Fallen Angels to defend the place to the death, move the cannons back to the top of the city, and leave the Hyperion and some fleets that Constantine XI had barely assembled here to guard the harbor.

In any case, as long as Mount Olympus and Kronos were not lost, he could achieve the goal of cutting off Thessaly and turning this place into an enclave of the Ottoman Empire. Given their tradition of having a strong army and a weak navy, they would completely cut off ties with this place.

Then, he took two thousand fallen angels, five hundred Mongolian orcs, three hundred Hospitaller Knights, and three carracks, and rushed to Volos day and night - the last port in the Thessaly Basin besides Kronos. As long as this place was destroyed, the entire Thessaly Basin would be a cooked duck in my hands.

Chapter 223: Gilman Angelos

Aenarion's

The action was extremely swift. Although he had less than three thousand men on hand after dividing his troops to guard various passes and cutting off Thessaly's retreat, after dispersing the fallen angels' Fire Wings who were responsible for espionage work to various rural areas, the number of people was less than two thousand.

However, the long dormancy in various rural areas was directly detonated by him.

The remaining 2,000+ Dark Angels were distributed in various fortresses, cities, and castles. They followed the instructions of the Legion Commander and refused to fight in the field even though the number of Aenarion's people was small. They just collected food and waited for help. At the same time, they sent a large number of cavalry to nearby villages to buy food, recruit able-bodied men, and defended the fortresses in Thessaly, waiting for the help of the Legion Commander.

Then? Then the thousand Firewings that were dispersed, and the tens of thousands of peasants who had long been instigated by Aenarion, had their eyes sparkling with excitement and determination. They were eagerly waiting for the Northern King's Army, while they were used as auxiliary soldiers and laborers by the Dark Angels and directly taken into various heavily guarded cities and castles, making all the intelligence in Thessaly almost transparent to Aenarion.

After all, the Dark Angels were short of manpower and it was impossible for them to visit every village. Aenarion raised his arm and called for eight thousand young and strong elves, both men and women, from Voros alone, holding spears and shields, carrying javelins and bows and arrows, and even bringing their own food and fodder, to join Aenarion's army.

Although these people were not well trained and were not wearing armor, they were numerous and determined. The war song of the Roman Empire once again resounded through Thessaly nearly a hundred years later! Some elderly people were moved to tears as they never thought they would be able to see the imperial army march north again in their lifetime.

When Aenarion arrived at the city of Volos with this army of 10,000, a rebellion broke out in Volos that night. Tens of thousands of peasants who entered the city, led by several Fire Wings, set fire to the city and started a riot. Some people opened the city to welcome the royal army, while some people relied on their numerical advantage to delay the rescue efforts of the Janissaries. Before the captain of the 55th Company of the Janissaries stationed in Volos could react, an urgent report came from the port that three carracks were bombarding the harbor!

Under attack from three sides, the captain was in a dilemma. He had too few soldiers. He had to defend the port, suppress the rebellion in the city, and the rebels were trying to seize the four city gates. With so few people, what should he do first? And where did the rebels come from?

Before he could make a decision, he suddenly discovered that a high elf wearing a phoenix-wing helmet, golden armor and holding the Spear of Dionysus had rushed to the city center with a thousand armored Eastern Roman holy cavalrymen!

In just one night, this port city with a population of 5 and a prosperity exceeding that of Athens fell into the hands of Aenarion. The red crescent flags of the Ottomans collapsed, and the bloody 4β flags of the Romans fluttered in the wind. The local dark angels gave up resistance and hastily withdrew in order to preserve their manpower.

In just three days, Kronos, the northern outlet of Thessaly, Volos, the eastern outlet to the sea, and Athens, the southern outlet, were all blocked by Aenarion. The entire Thessaly basin was already trapped. Peasants in various regions revolted under the leadership of Firewing in response to Aenarion's offensive. Preliminary estimates put the number of these peasant armies at around 60,000. Rebels of all sizes were densely packed in every corner of the Thessaly province.

At the same time, the intelligence from Thessaly and the Dark Angels' letter for help were also carried by carrier pigeons to distant Asia Minor and to the Lord of the First Legion.

Muhammad stood on the battlefield strewn with corpses, and before his eyes was a horrifying scene of hell.

The shattered corpses of tens of thousands of Karaman ogres and mountain mourning beasts densely covered the entire battlefield filled with blood and fire. One giant corpse after another was pierced by thousands of arrows, torn apart by swords, or directly beaten into indistinguishable mud by cannons and muskets, with limbs torn, bones broken, and minced meat all over the ground... Tens of thousands of horrific corpses that were too horrible to look at formed an extremely terrifying picture.

Fresh blood gushed out from every wound deep enough to see the bone, and from every piece of rotten flesh that was gradually cooling, turning the entire battlefield into a vast ocean of blood. The broken limbs and pieces of flesh were like schools of fish in the sea, slowly wriggling in the flowing blood. The three-meter-tall, three-hundred-kilogram ogre corpses were like huge warships built of flesh and blood in the sea of ​​blood.

Broken spears, curled scimitars, overwhelming arrows, bullets, and even head-sized granite shells dotted the area. Large flags embroidered with the blue six-pointed star of Karaman fell powerlessly into a pool of blood, as if foreshadowing that this Turkic kingdom, the only one that could compete with the Ottomans since the split of the Sultanate of Rum, had come to an end.

And in front of these ogre corpses is the fallen city of Qiulum.

Muhammad sniffed. The battlefield was filled with the strong stench of rotting blood and corpses, and the pungent smell of burnt gunpowder. He closed his eyes in ecstasy, opened his arms, raised his face, and enjoyed the breath of the battlefield and the feeling of the strong wind carrying the blood and corpses of the enemies hitting his face.

This is what victory tastes like.

Behind him is a magnificent and magnificent picture.

Eight thousand high elves, dressed in uniform blue felt clothes and silver armor, holding spears and shields, carrying long bows and arrows, or the latest matchlock guns, lined up in a huge square formation, all with determined eyes.

, with a ferocious expression, his armor was splattered with the blood of the Turkic ogres and had damage from being hit by weapons, the metal surface reflected the bloody afterglow of the setting sun.

But these stains did not affect the majesty of this army at all. Instead, they made them look even more ferocious and murderous, like an elf blood army that had just killed its way through the entire hell! Eight thousand spears shot straight into the sky, forming a forest of death made of wood and iron in the air.

One hundred company flags, ten regimental flags, and the Thirteenth Legion: the eagle flag of the Ultramarines, the commander's flag of Legion Commander Guilliman, and the star and crescent flag of the Ottomans were flying high, embroidered with various bright colors and emblems, symbolizing courage and glory. Hundreds of flags fluttered in the wind, rustling, highlighting the solemnity and magnificence of the army.

If it weren't for the elf army that crushed the ogre army and was flying the red and golden moon flag of the Ottoman Empire, people would even mistakenly think that it was the royal army of the Roman Empire that fought all the way back to Asia Minor and had a decisive battle with the Turks.

Muhammad was immersed in the joy of victory, however, a voice interrupted him.

Guilliman Angelos strode forward, surrounded by the Ultramarines, with three hundred victorious soldiers wearing fine plate armor, blue and gold robes, and helmets decorated with adamantine eagles. She was covered in a plate armor with gold edging, revealing only a pair of piercing golden eyes. The orderly steps of the three hundred victorious soldiers made the earth tremble. She was the matriarch of the Angelos family and the lord of the Sultan's throne legion: the Thirteenth Legion.

However, her backup was a generation older than Muhammad and was not the Janissaries who had grown up with the Sultan.

"This is our Sultan's first war! It is also our Sultan's first victory! Our XIII Legion supported him into the heart of the Empire, and we Ultramarines helped him win the first war! He should reward us as per custom! Long live the Sultan!!!"

Jiliman drew the sword from her waist, stabbed it into the head of an ogre, and then raised it high, bathing herself in the blood of her enemy.

"Long live the Sultan!!!"

The three hundred Ever-Victorious Soldiers immediately roared in unison, and the deafening war cries spread throughout the entire battlefield. Eight thousand Extreme Warriors also raised their spears at the call of the Legion Commander and struck the ground with the ends of the spears. Everyone's movements were in unison, and the sound of the strikes was deafening!

Muhammad frowned imperceptibly and discovered a blind spot. The reason why he could become the Sultan was, firstly, because of the support of Grand Vizier Khalil out of national justice, and secondly, because of the armed suppression of the 13th Legion Ultramarines and his own Throne Legion.

However, now, this damn Angelos family, this throne legion, seems to have gradually realized their importance to the Sultan and started to threaten him in return! This reward is probably just a test: the 13th Legion is too deeply bound to the Angelos family. Several consecutive legion commanders have been the leaders of the Angelos family group. There are also a large number of elven double-headed eagles within each captain and company commander.

"Okay! I allow you to enter this city and plunder for three days! Everyone, accompany me into the city and open Qiuram's treasury. I won't take a penny of the things inside. I will give them all to you as a reward!"

However, Muhammad had no choice but to agree to their request and at the same time began to consider one thing: Should he split the 18 legions at hand into hundreds of battle groups in units of thousands of people to prevent the situation where the legion commander would dominate alone?

While the Ultramarines were busy collecting their rewards, Muhammad continued to dispatch legions. The 13th Legion Ultramarines led by himself had already made a detour to the east and ordered the 1st Legion Dark Angels to rush for reinforcement. His own cavalry had been wiped out in the previous battle with the Karaman Ogre Heavy Cavalry who were also riding on Zoroastrians, and he was almost unable to form an effective combat force.

At the same time, the 16th Legion, the Silver Moon Wolves, launched an attack from the south, the 10th Legion, the Iron Hands, launched an attack from the north, and the 6th Legion, the Iskandar Dire Wolves, continued their fierce attack from the west, encircling the city from all sides, intending to capture the capital of Karaman: Konya.

Just as he was giving orders and receiving intelligence from the other three legions, suddenly, a scout came from the west with news.

The Dark Angels of the First Legion did not arrive at the designated location, and the Warmaster disappeared with half of the Dark Angels.

Muhammad frowned, and a thousand thoughts flashed through his mind. His warmaster was lost? Did Karaman's main force intercept her? Are they attacking the Dark Angels? I have run out of cavalry, and if you don't come to replenish them, the battles ahead will be very difficult.

Before he could react, the second letter arrived.

Dear Sultan, the province of Thessaly is in urgent need of help. The Christian nations have once again formed an alliance after we left. They have captured the city of Kronos, cut off the weak link between the two provinces of Thessaly and Macedonia, and blocked the strait, isolating the Thessaly Basin from the empire!

I must go back to rescue now. If Thessaly is lost, not only the First Legion, but also the Seventh Legion isolated outside the Pindus Mountains: the Sultan's Fist, will probably be destroyed!

"damn it!"

Muhammad angrily threw the letter on the table. Can't you discuss such a big matter with me first? My army is short of cavalry and will soon go to war with the enemy. I asked you to come to rescue, but at this critical moment, you went back without saying a word? As a war commander, do you have any respect for me?

Sudan???

Chapter 224: The Advantage is in Me

The situation in the Thessaly Basin was worse than Lion had imagined. Now Thessaly was full of rebels, and every castle was filled with fallen angels and traitors, waiting for the arrival of Aenarion's army to start a rebellion. The remaining dark angels were even forced to abandon some unimportant castles and collectively returned to the capital of Thessaly: Larissa, to defend this heart fortress.

On the other side of the Aegean Sea, due to the lack of navy, Ryan did not dare to travel by land and sea. As a war commander, she mobilized the pirates of the Aegean Sea to assemble in Izmir and attack Kronos by land and sea. She must retake this vital throat so that she can transfer other Ottoman troops from land to Thessaly. At the same time, she mobilized the Sultan's Fist to summon troops to enter Thessaly for defense, and at the same time, she led all the cavalry and horses to march rapidly, at the cost of tiring the horses to death, and walked nearly 80 kilometers a day!

It took Muhammad's army thirty days to march from Thrace to Karaman, but it took only eight days for the Dark Angel Cavalry to run back. Along the way, the Thessaly emergency letters never stopped. Today, Aiea fell to the Roman Empire, tomorrow Pharsalus was attacked by a group of Dark Angels' friendly forces, and the day after tomorrow Myshwin assembled tens of thousands of Lindenwan rebels to start the siege. Emergency letters appeared like snowflakes, which made Ryan anxious, and thousands of words turned into one sentence.

Your mines, forests, workers, and soldiers are under friendly attack.

Ryan was angry and anxious. After a few days, all the two moves she made failed.

Albania's Seventh Legion: The Sultan's Fist was unable to come to the rescue, so Skanderbeg led his army to attack. With the help of Skanderbeg, all members of Aenarion's army were equipped with armor, achieving a 100% armor rate for professional soldiers, and created a complete armor repair and replacement production line. The forging of weapons and armor no longer relied on imports from Genoa.

The Albanian army was also updated with the assistance of Athens. More than 40% of the gold dwarf army was equipped with firearms, and there was sufficient gunpowder to fire cannon shotgun shells, making these gold dwarfs more difficult to fight than before. The Seventh Legion was so overwhelmed that they even gave up garrisoning in Epirus and dispatched a thousand men in Epirus back to Albania.

At this time, Francesca Comnenus was also eager to try on the two small islands. Constantine's brother, Thomas Palaiologos, brought Spartan soldiers to cooperate with the remaining soldiers of Epirus, landed in the old site of Epirus, and tried to recover the entire territory of Epirus.

On the sea, the pirates who were summoned by the Ottoman Empire also attacked the Genoese fleet in the Thermaic Gulf. Giovanni Giustinia commanded ten galleys and more than a thousand Italian private soldiers, and fought three naval battles in the Thermaic Gulf with three galleys and thirty-three Arab sailboats, nearly two thousand pirates. Three battles and three victories were won, and the pirates were beaten to a pulp!

These pirates who only picked on the weak were no match for the Genoese merchant caravans and private soldiers who fought pirates and Venice every day. After three naval battles, they were powerless to turn the tide.

At this moment, Ryan's face became even more sour. The Genoese navy blocked the Thermaic Gulf. He could not travel by land or sea. If he wanted to enter Thessaly, he only had two ways.

Either take down Kronos and enter Thessaly from the north.

Or it would take nearly a month to cross the Pindus Mountains to Albania, and then cross the Pindus Mountains again to enter Thessaly from the west.

Ryan looked solemn and chose to attack Kronos. In the Macedonian region, in the name of the war commander, he recruited a group of new soldiers of the Iskandar Dire Wolves and a large number of farmers, and then arrived at Kronos.

However, at this moment, only the capital city of Thessaly remained in the entire Thessaly Basin.

The Warmaster counted the troops under his command and found that there were only 500 Death Wing veterans, 1,000 Hurricane Wing heavy cavalry, 500 Raven Wing assault troops, and 500 Fire Wing assassins, a total of 2,500 Janissaries.

The Steel Wings had all betrayed them. The artillery troops of more than a thousand Dread Wings were too heavy and slow, and the main force following behind had not arrived yet. There were also more than two thousand Dark Angels trapped in Larissa, waiting to be rescued. The First Legion was divided and torn into four parts, and it was no longer the size and strength of a single legion.

In addition to these, he also had a thousand werewolf troops of the Iskandar Dire Wolf, but unfortunately they were all new recruits and had not yet reached the standards of the Janissaries.

Apart from the first time, there were only 20,000 temporarily recruited farmers and new soldiers, as well as some artillery left behind by the Sixth Legion, with a total strength of only 23,500 people.

So, what about the enemy?

After knowing that Llane had returned alone, Aenarion left only a small part of his army to guard Larissa, without dismantling any tents or taking any flags, pretending that the main army was still in Larissa. In fact, he took all the elite troops with him, marching day and night to Kronos!

At this moment, Aenarion's power expanded rapidly. After joining forces with the Kronos garrison, he had 4,000 Spanish phalanx soldiers, 3,000 fallen angels, 500 Mongolian orcs, 500 artillerymen, 300 hospital knights and 50 field guns. Almost all of the 8,000 men were equipped with armor.

After that, the number of peasant soldiers in the entire Thessaly reached 70,000, and the number of armored private soldiers of each tax farmer also reached 3,000. At this moment, the number of troops under Aenarion's command exceeded 80,000!

Since he started his army, he has always won the war with fewer troops and survived in the cracks.

The Dark Angels fought several fierce battles, each time dancing on the edge of a knife. The slightest mistake would result in their destruction.

However, this time, after inciting the peasants of Thessaly, Aenarion pulled out a huge army of 80,000 in one breath, four times the number of the enemy! I have never fought such a rich battle in my life! In any case, the battle force is 80,000 to 20,000, the advantage is mine!

The army led by Ryan had just arrived at the city of Kronos and found that the city gate was open. The 80,000-strong army rushed out of the city gate in a mighty manner like a boiling and noisy ocean.

The dark angels were somewhat happy. That was good. The enemy had come out to fight, and they did not need to carry out a difficult siege.

However, they were too happy too early. When Aenarion's army spread out to both wings, the faces of all the Janissaries changed. The enemy's army formation extended to both sides, stretching to the end of the field of vision! Spears shot straight into the sky, and large flags fluttered in the wind, like a pair of huge wings, completely surrounding their own army - where did they get so many people? ? ?

Chapter 225: Shadow Dragon

"Thessaly's first, second, third, and fourth armies, the left wing is deployed, forward! The fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth armies, the right wing is deployed, forward!!!"

It was the first time that Aenarion attempted to command such a large legion. He stood under the banner of the Eastern Roman Empire and controlled his 80,000 conscripted peasant soldiers divided into eight armies through a large number of runners on fast horses.

As we all know, the more soldiers there are and the larger the formation area, the lower the efficiency of conveying orders. The enemy was extremely desperate looking at the huge number of soldiers that spread to the ends of the vision on both sides. The messengers on our side were also desperate looking at the endless array of soldiers. The two peasant armies closest to Aenarion had already started to advance, while the two peasant armies farthest from him were still standing there without moving - the messengers had not yet run to their position.

After ordering the peasant soldiers to use their huge numbers to encircle the enemy on both wings, Aenarion concentrated on controlling the several thousand heavily armored elite soldiers in the center. After a long period of training, the four thousand phalanx soldiers were more elite than last time. After forming a large Spanish phalanx, some gaps were left in the center of the phalanx. Every thousand people guarded nine mortars.

Unlike traditional stone-shooting cannons, which would not dare to fire if there were dozens of friendly soldiers standing in front of them because the trajectory was blocked, the firing principle of the mortar is similar to that of the mortar, and it fires a tall parabolic curve. Even if you are standing in the center of the Spanish square, you can still fire.

Finally, the fourteen stone-throwing cannons, pulled by horse-drawn carriages, together with the huge cavalry force composed of three thousand Janissaries, five hundred Mongolian orcs, three hundred Knights Hospitaller, and Aenarion's command center, were all on standby in the safest rear as a reserve force. In those days, Galileo had not yet developed the parabola, and there was no artillery ballistics. The hit rate of cannons was really low. The casualties caused by firing ten solid bullets from a distance were not as good as those caused by a single shotgun pulled by a horse-drawn carriage at a distance of dozens of meters.

In addition to these people, Constantine XI personally led 300 Phoenix Guards wearing triple iron armor and holding Phoenix-wing halberds, as well as three elves from the Palaiologos family to participate in the war. Indrognir was also among them. Her brother brought her here to gain some experience. The two met again after a few years, but they did not have time to communicate much. They put all the elves on this war.

Seeing that Aenarion's army was so large and had made the following deployment, Llane also made a decision after thinking for two seconds. He could not possibly beat the opponent in terms of numbers. So, the only chance to win this war was to bring all the elite troops, concentrate on one point, tear apart, smash his formation, penetrate, raid, and go straight for Aenarion and Constantine!

"Allah! Hu Akbar!!!"

"For God! For the Empire! For the Senate and the Roman people!!!"

Amid the majestic and high-pitched sound of trumpets and the impassioned war cries, the soldiers of both sides advanced forward in neat and orderly steps with phalanxes of a hundred men as the basic unit. The entire battlefield trembled with the footsteps of hundreds of thousands of people.

Ryan stretched 20,000 Macedonian elves into a thin battle line to counter the overwhelming Thessalian peasant soldiers on both wings. He barely blocked the opponent's offensive and avoided being surrounded. However, the depth of his own formation was only a quarter of that of the opponent, which was too thin and could not last long.

Afterwards, Aenarion saw that Llane did not dare to charge at the Spanish phalanx in the center and break through the four phalanxes to attack his command post. He just ordered some auxiliary soldiers to hold back the four phalanxes and sent out a thousand new recruits of the Sixth Legion, Iskandar Dire Wolves, to attack the peasant soldiers on his right wing.

This is also the weakness of the Spanish phalanx. The price of its maximum defense is its extremely poor mobility. The Ottoman commander is indeed powerful, and after several battles, he can keenly grasp its weaknesses.

These Slavs of the Sixth Legion were very cunning. They hid behind the Macedonian militia and waited until the Roman peasants had used up their javelins before launching an assault. Amid the creepy wolf howls, the muscles of the Janissaries swelled rapidly, bulging their loose ziplock and chain mail, demonstrating their inhuman strength and agility. The exposed veins were instantly covered by dense hair of black, brown, and white. Their fingers turned into sharp wolf claws, and their flat faces and snouts quickly bulged forward, turning into wolves nearly three meters tall.

A terrifying hybrid werewolf that stands like a human!

"For Ruth and Allah!!!"

The werewolves opened their ferocious wolf mouths, let out bloodthirsty roars, and drew their giant axes one by one to launch an attack. The peasant soldiers immediately formed a dense spear formation to respond, but to little avail: they had only learned basic spear formations to use against humans, and the enemies they faced werewolves.

The werewolves suddenly threw out their giant axes. The sharp axe blades whistled and tore through the sky. They smashed down on the enemies, tearing and chopping their linen clothes and flesh with overwhelming force. At the same time, they transformed into wolf forms. With the advantage of their short stature, they got under the dense spears! The soldiers in the first row could see the enemy's changes and thrust their spears parallel to the ground downwards, but the spearmen behind them could not see it at all. Their spears were still parallel, causing the density of the spear wall to become sparse. The hungry wolves broke through the dense spear wall.

After engaging in close combat with the enemy, these hungry wolves bit the enemy's ankles, and swung their heads heavily, causing those bitten to lose balance and fall to the ground with screams. Then the ferocious wolves tore their chests with their sharp claws and bit their necks with their fangs. The dripping blood was like a bunch of bright and delicate bouquets, splashing in all directions.

Once in control, these Janissaries either continued to maintain their wolf form and bite the enemy, or transformed into hybrid werewolves again, pulled out the giant axes they had just thrown from the corpses, and started killing in the already chaotic enemy positions.

Some other powerful werewolves were even more ruthless. They kept their hybrid form, squatted down like springs to accumulate strength, and jumped up to more than three meters in the air! Then they swung the giant axes in their hands and chopped directly at the heads of these peasant soldiers!

"Warmaster, the Janissaries are concentrating their forces to attack our right wing. They want to break through the slightly weaker peasant soldiers' positions, bypass the right wing, and rush directly to our command post."

A staff officer said worriedly.