"kill!"

With a fierce roar, the Blood Raven mounted the giant wolf, maintaining the momentum of its long-distance raid, and charged into the small town ravaged by war. Its thunderous hooves, fueled by raging flames, surged forward like a whirlwind, sweeping away the "obstacles" in front of it.

With a shout of "Kill!", the powerful energy shattered the surrounding clouds and mist, instantly changing the color of the sky and filling the wilderness with murderous intent!

In an instant, the group of people who had been injured by the cactus were overwhelmed, trampled, and torn to pieces into clouds of blood mist by this iron cavalry exuding a powerful fighting spirit. With a splatter, the blood mist splashed onto the surrounding crowd. Several women were hit by the blood-stained intestines, internal organs, and other organs and immediately lost consciousness!

Forced by the ever-relenting ice tide, the city lord, "exhausted," used his divine magic to guide the way. The wolf riders, deeply grateful, also used their own passion and dedication to fulfill their duty, clearing a safe route for the rear transport troops, even at the cost of slaughtering some civilians who blocked their way.

Moreover, they did not treat these civilians as equals; the weak are always the ones being dominated.

There was nothing they could do; they were the ones blocking the Fox King's path.

"Bang! Bang!"

The resounding clatter of iron hooves was as powerful and stirring as war drums, a testament to the boiling fighting spirit (actually, it was the panic of fleeing). The heavy pounding of hooves struck the hearts of the onlookers. Even the burly men who witnessed this horrific scene couldn't help but clutch their chests and gasp for breath. Not to mention the bullied weaklings, whose legs gave way and who involuntarily collapsed to the ground, their backs covered in cold sweat.

Everyone felt a tightness in their chests, as if they were suffocating, from that single word "kill".

Under the cover of the wolf riders, the main force moved steadily through the small town. Then, the civilians who knelt on the ground, in the hazy ice mist, watched the wolf riders' figures gradually disappear into the distance, each one silent and trembling with fear.

"Pooh!"

However, after confirming that the other party had left, several strong and burly men stood up and spat in the direction where the wolf riders had disappeared.

"How arrogant! A bunch of thieves dare to act recklessly on the territory of the duchy!"

"Hehe, the Duchy of Bailan will definitely not let them off the hook! According to past practice, if you report them, the Duchy's military will offer a generous reward."

“That’s right. These thieves are very powerful. If we provide clues, we might be able to make a fortune from it.”

The burly men, who had formed a gang, discussed the matter in hushed tones and settled it.

Even though you killed the lord cleanly and efficiently, I'm still going to report you for the reward and make a lot of money!

Clinging to this hope, everyone was completely unaware that disaster had already struck. As frost spread across half the town, everything went white before their eyes. A surge of ice, tens of meters high, rushed toward the ruined town and buried it under an avalanche in an instant!

...

"Knights, today is the best time for us to march into the wasteland!"

On the desolate wasteland, as the cold wind swept by, the autumn leaves swirled and tumbled, passing by the hundreds of cavalrymen with graceful movements.

At the forefront of the neatly arranged cavalry formation, a tall knight on a white horse delivers a pre-battle speech to his elite troops, inspiring them.

"You have also seen the ugly face of the Principality of Bailan. This corrupt and decadent principality has no freedom or fairness to speak of. Coercion, oppression, and exploitation have become the norm. The people imprisoned there live in dire straits!"

"The Duchy needs liberation! We yearn to raise our voices in celebration of freedom! It is a right bestowed upon us by our Norse ancestors!"

Pete shouted wildly a few times, and the knight's sword was drawn from its sheath with a burst of silver light!

The tip of the sword points towards the boundless wilderness!

"By order of the Golden Family, to strike a blow against the arrogance of those nobles in the Duchy, for the sake of Constantine!!"

"For Constantine!"

More than three hundred knights shouted loudly, waving a flag in the middle.

On the banner, a golden giant lizard breathes fire into the sky, which, together with the imposing cavalry, is both majestic and menacing!

Of course, the real purpose of marching into the wasteland was not for the unrelated Constantine...

Pete laughed heartily, picked up his longsword, and led his knights into the wasteland.

He is a Silver Supreme with awakened potential, belonging to the Chaotic Land of Azure City, which is named after the Azure Lake, which is rich in fish resources.

With winter fast approaching, he led a ragtag cavalry unit, dispatched by his family to plunder supplies in the wasteland, while conveniently shifting the blame to Constantinople.

Anyway, Constantinople has taken the blame for a lot of things over the years, so one more won't make a difference.

Currently, the family's influence in Hailan City is growing stronger, which has aroused the dissatisfaction of their mortal enemies. Under some pressure, the family sent him on a long-distance mission.

The so-called expedition to the wilderness was actually a product of compromise between the forces.

With the mindset of going on a vacation, Pete relaxed while brainwashing his subordinates. They now genuinely had the illusion that "my hometown is Constantine," so they could easily shift the blame when bullying weak lords in the wasteland.

Before they could take more than a few steps, the sky turned a ghastly white, and a hazy fog obscured the surroundings, making their movements difficult.

It is evident that the field of vision is reduced to less than ten meters, and even lit torches cannot dispel the ice fog.

"Could this be a harbinger of the coming winter?"

Pete looked at the surrounding icy mist, which seemed to convey a message, and he became alert, leading his cavalry to slow down.

The white horse beneath him was inexplicably agitated. Pete tried to calm it down several times, even slapping it hard, but it still couldn't be calmed down, which showed how strange the icy mist was.

"Bang!"

As the horse's hoof landed, a cactus emerged, its sharp thorns piercing the hoof. Startled, the white horse nearly fell off its back.

In the next instant, several sounds of trampling hooves rang out, followed by a furious shout of "Kill!" The hastily assembled cavalry trembled, and even the horses they were riding couldn't withstand the domineering aura; their legs went weak.

"What's going on?! An enemy attack?!"

Pete burst forth with a burst of silver light, and his five potential auras coalesced into a tough net that spread to one side. However, a fire broke out halfway through the net, and the special flames dispelled some of the confusion and illuminated the murderous cavalry troops behind him!

As the silver net burned out, countless wolves emerged in the next instant, their bloodthirsty ferocity aimed at their prey and pounced on them head-on!

As Pete organized the knights to face the enemy head-on, the ice mist on the other side was torn apart by the momentum of the charge. The wolf riders raised their lances and charged out fiercely on the right flank of this ragtag group of knights. The lances condensed into a sharp sword, and before the knights on the right flank could react, they were pierced through by the wolf riders burning with fighting spirit!

grass!

There's an ambush!!!