"Aww~"

On the flat, desolate wasteland, hundreds of wolves took off running, attacking their next target in a special formation.

A three-headed giant wolf was dragging a war chariot piled high with sacks. No one would have guessed that this chariot was carrying the ashes of more than a thousand people.

According to Hruuf's measurements, the ashes of an adult cremated by the Demon Flame weigh 10 pounds, which is approximately 5 kilograms.

More than a thousand people, weighing about 5 tons, plus the ash from the previous massacre in the Darkmoon Forest and the fire that left behind, were compressed by special magic and solidified into a weight of nearly 12 tons.

The three giant wolves were actually struggling a bit, after all, they were carrying ashes for a long distance, which was quite exhausting. However, the mutton, beef, and fried frogs they ate during the rest stops were really delicious. Even though the wolf king had ascended the throne in the forest and the wolf clan's status had improved, they were lucky to catch a few skinny rabbits during the winter famine. Nothing beats the comfort of following the fox king, eating and drinking for free all the way!

Therefore, the wolves were extremely grateful to the Fox King and were willing to sacrifice their lives to carry his ashes away.

However, storage equipment for cremated remains takes up too much space, and ordinary storage equipment cannot bear the weight alone.

"Huff!"

The north wind was like a knife; the biting, bleak wind whipped up the grass roots, swept away the soil, and exposed large swaths of barren land.

Xiao Han narrowed his eyes, his bright red pupils like a flower blooming in the night, surging with raging fire, exuding anger without being intimidating.

He stared at the sky outside the car window. The pale sky was filled with swirling clouds, and the withered grassland exposed large swathes of barren earth. A pack of wolves, braving the cold wind, was on their way to attack the next lucky victim, according to a plan devised by their superiors.

Then, he leaned back slightly, his expression calm, one hand supporting his chin, letting the cold wind rushing in from the window blow his flowing black hair, stirring up a blazing flame.

The wasteland was not called this hundreds of years ago. People who migrated from the south due to war discovered that this was a rare and excellent farmland with extremely fertile soil. It developed into a highly prosperous area. Because the soil was black, this place was also known as black gold (Xiao Han suspected that it should be the black soil he knew in his previous life).

Every autumn brings a bountiful harvest, thus attracting the blessing of the harvest god who travels here (rushing to visit after hearing the news).

But in the most famous bet among the Norse gods, a goddess, resenting the god of harvest for stealing her believers and hating that some people had forgotten her important role, took away spring and stirred up fierce winds that lasted for twenty years, causing widespread devastation, loss of fertile land, and forcing many people to migrate.

Faced with the goddess's volatile temper, which seemed to be akin to her menstrual cycle, Arthas, the god of harvest, realized that he had, to some extent, taken away her ripe fruit. He wanted to back down, but was unwilling to give up such a good place. So, he walked the earth in an avatar...

They moved the black soil away.

Well, generally speaking, even the most gentle and refined deities have a cowardly heart. (Goddesses have too many sycophants; they can't afford to mess with them.)

Subsequently, under the manipulation of the gods, the once prosperous Black Gold gradually transformed into a barren wasteland, with thousands of people becoming starving and enslaved each year.

Even when alive, they suffered humiliation and torment from both fate and their lord.

die,

Perhaps it's a relief.

"The wasteland has few usable resources, mainly livestock, which produce high-value meat products, furs and other raw materials. However, this wealth is all in the hands of the lord."

"Although the lords are all a bit fat and have some blood relation to pigs, in a way, their greed and caution have saved the wolf riders the energy to plunder wealth."

With these thoughts in mind, Xiao Han yawned and decided to finish one last job and then run away, leaving the blame entirely on Constantinople.

According to Khrushchev, before the onset of winter, there is always a group of people who take the opportunity to cause trouble, and Constantinople, as the overlord of the North, is blamed for this no less than eight times a year.

Therefore, in order to keep up with the times, Xiao Han also participated in this blame-shifting activity.

"Your Highness, the enemy is attacking from the right!"

Guanghui, who was circling overhead and in charge of reconnaissance, immediately flapped its wings and sent a military report to the Fox King through the car window.

"Prepare for the enemy!"

Xiao Han gave an indifferent reply, and took out a purple crystal grape from his waist. Under his fair palm, it was wrapped in a layer of aura that made the void stagnate. It was crystal clear and dazzling.

Immediately, Khruf, who was serving outside the chariot, let out a long howl, and the charging wolf riders immediately turned around and swept across the right flank.

"call out!"

A loud eagle cry resounded through the void, and countless eagles swooped down from the distant horizon, their eyes sharp, their shrill cries filled with murderous intent.

But soon, a pack of wolves sprang up, galloping like tigers, stirring up dust and billowing waves on the mostly bare wasteland!

The sheer force of the burst of energy overwhelmed the flock of eagles!

"These are the bandits you've been talking about?!"

On the other side of the wasteland, in a high and open area, a knightly order stood in a square formation, clad in heavy armor imbued with magic, their warhorses fully armed. The middle-aged officer at the head of the formation rode a red steed, his sharp eagle eyes using the Eye of Truth mounted on a hawk to scout the enemy's situation. He narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke calmly.

The elite cavalry of the Shap family, both rider and horse, are heavily armored and wield long spears. When facing the enemy, they charge and launch projectiles. When encountering the enemy, their speed increases to the maximum, mainly relying on the powerful momentum to knock the enemy away, and they fight on horseback and by slashing.

"General, the Earl has ordered us to annihilate these arrogant fools."

"Heh, it infringes on the interests of a group of people, and it's the old-fashioned way of the nobility."

The guard beside him reminded him, but the middle-aged general sneered and glanced at the tents behind him with his hawk-like eyes.

There sat a big shot from the Shap family, drinking and making merry, his face practically screaming "good-for-nothing."

The count's son attempted to exploit his military achievements to gain political wealth and eventually obtain a military rank in the duchy.

He couldn't refuse this shameless request, after all, it meant he was called the "Lion of the Desert".

Therefore, he truly despised this group of hypocritical nobles.

"Furthermore, General, the people in the territory are currently in turmoil. The Earl wishes you to send the leader back and hang him."

The guard hesitated for a moment, then respectfully relayed the Earl's orders.

Upon hearing this, the general remained silent, a faint sharpness flashing in his eyes.

The wasteland is in turmoil because these bandits are too eager to help others. In the name of the Horse Hunter Clan, they killed the lord and stole his wealth. As soon as the news spread, various forces responded, and the dark forces lurking in the wasteland gradually surfaced. This could cause a hidden danger to erupt and reshuffle the power among the lords!

It is said that a lord's entire rebellion was carried out, and the next day the lord was skinned alive and his skin hung on the gate. The executioner was his nephew, who harbored resentment towards him because his wife had been taken away.

The count wanted him to capture the leader of the wolf riders, hang him, and suppress the arrogance of this mob.