Two figures, one white and one black, face each other.
The white figure is tall and strong, far beyond ordinary people, and its claws glow with a cold glow under the reflection of the firelight.
No one can doubt the power of the white figure.
Because, the white figure is named Hermann!
He mastered the 'secret technique' of the Wolfe royal family, and as an exile, became one of the Wolfe royal family and the heir to the Wolfe royal family. In the war against Ryan, he took the lead and captured the city.
At least 20 Lane generals died at the hands of Hermann.
Among them are many mysterious people with extraordinary powers.
Confidence is accumulated in this battle after battle.
Finally, the determination to win was achieved!
Hermann never doubted that he could capture Ryan in 28 days.
At least, that was the case a moment ago.
And now?
Hermann was a little shaken.
He raised his head and looked at Goethe.
Looking at Goethe who was taller, stronger and with sharper claws than him.
Hermann was stunned.
He was a little at a loss.
In fact, everyone was at a loss.
The same goes for Lane people and Wolf people.
They looked at the black figure in the scene as if they were in a dream.
"How is that possible?"
"How is this possible?"
"Why does Marple know the secrets of the Wolf royal family?"
Silik muttered to himself.
Such murmurs represent the thoughts of everyone in Wolfe's army - why are the secrets of the Wolfe royal family mastered by outsiders? No! No! The person who has mastered the secrets of the Wolfe royal family should be
A member of the Wolf royal family!
and……
Looking at Goethe's height of 4 meters and his thick and powerful limbs, some senior officials in Wolfe's army suddenly had some suspicions in their hearts.
However, these have nothing to do with Goethe.
At this moment, he pushed Herman to the ground and beat him violently.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
The sharp claws fell on Herman like a violent storm.
Suddenly, Herman became bloody and bloody.
Hermann also fought back.
But the incomparable power in the past seems so helpless at this moment, and even Goethe's skin cannot be scratched - as Goethe's [body] increases, the effect of [Celtic Blood Sacrifice. Wolf (Incomplete)]
It has already been improved to the point where when it transforms into a werewolf form, it gains claws that can withstand explosive-level fur and bullet-level attacks.
Although the extra [body] +1 has not changed.
But enough is enough.
Equipped with [spiritual armor] and the werewolf's own fur, as well as a double anti-explosion shield, Hermann's minions were almost like scratching an itch for Goethe.
And Goethe's claws fell on Hermann?
It's like cutting butter with a knife!
One knife and one piece!
Clean and neat!
This scene is so unbearable to watch.
That’s right!
I just can’t bear to look at it!
Many people turned their heads subconsciously when they saw Goethe beating up Hermann.
miserable!
It’s so miserable!
It's like a Chihuahua meets a Tibetan Mastiff.
Both are adults and have claws and teeth.
But the difference in body size and the difference in strength caused by it made everything no longer suspense.
Ten seconds later, Herman was no longer breathing.
One of the members of the Wolf royal family and the king's heir died outside the city of Hersettins.
Goethe stood up again and rushed towards Wolfe's camp with a single leap.
"Stop him!"
"Shoot! Shoot!"
The Wolf officers, who had just woken up from a dream, shouted loudly.
Zhila! Zhila!
Goethe, who had already accumulated enough [Crazy Thunder] in Hermann, immediately chose to release it. Electric currents as thick as white pythons, with Goethe as the center, rushed in all directions. Those who had already gathered around him thought they had no flaws.
The members of Wolfe's mysterious side force didn't even make a sound before they were all turned into charcoal.
And ordinary soldiers have no bones left.
at the same time--
Quack!
With an ominous cry, thousands of crows swooped down from the sky.
The Volvo soldiers were immediately in a hurry.
Goethe took this opportunity to rush to his target: a man in military uniform with a large gold star hanging on his shoulder.
This is the target locked with the help of [Blood Crow Spirit] vision.
The other party has been surrounded by a group of people.
Even when Herman appears on the battlefield, he still respects the other party.
Undoubtedly a big shot!
At this moment, when the other party faced Goethe, his face was also quite calm.
Even if there is panic in his eyes.
But it was fleeting.
"I think..."
puff!
The moment the other person opened his mouth, Goethe waved his paw.
"Marshal Heine is dead!"
"Marshal Heine is dead!"
Such shouts rang out among Wolfe's soldiers, and everyone saw the tall black figure walking out carrying a human head. The head was none other than Marshal Hein, who had just arrived at the front line today to inspect the secret weapon.
When the head was thrown at the feet of the Wolf soldiers, the morale of the Wolf soldiers was greatly reduced.
When another group of soldiers fell for no reason because of Goethe's "Desolate Gaze", the morale of Wolf's soldiers dropped again.
When a fireball rose from Goethe's wolf claws and was thrown into the ammunition depot, and when the sky was filled with flames and lit up the night sky, the Volvo soldier was completely shattered.
"Ahhhhh!"
"Magic Wolf!"
"Wolf of Divide!"
The entire barracks of Wolff's Forward Army was blown up.
All Wolf soldiers became overwhelmed.
Some are stubborn and want to keep fighting.
Some timid ones choose to run away.
When several of the officers who organized the attack were named by Goethe, Wolfe's vanguard was defeated.
"kill!"
Lanster and others shouted loudly and launched a charge.
The entire remaining garrison of Hessettins was mobilized to pursue Wolfe's more than 30,000 forward troops.
I chased him for ten miles.
Wolfe's forward troops abandoned their armor and fled.
The garrison of Hessettins stopped their pursuit.
They began to return to Hersettins to clean up the battlefield.
Every garrison looked at the black figure on the battlefield with utmost respect.
Whether it is the militia, reserves, or the remnants of the White Lions, there are no exceptions.
Even the consultant Silik bowed and saluted towards the black figure.
"Lord Marple, Your Majesty hopes to see you soon."
the advisor whispered.
Goethe nodded, took the cloak on the side, and transformed back into his human form - he didn't have the kind of big pants that can be elasticated at will. When he got really big, all his clothes and coats turned into pieces.
After glancing at Lanster and others, Goethe turned and followed Silik towards the castle.
Looking at Goethe's back, the crowd suddenly burst into cheers——
"Win!"
"Long live Lord Marple!"
This sound came suddenly.
But then, it was like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
"Win! Win!"
"Long live Lord Marple!"
The sound spread from near to far, from outside the city to inside the city. All the citizens of Hessettins took to the streets. They stood under the night, watching the black voice, looking at it with respect, and giving their most sincere blessings.
Among them were commoners, nobles, and beggars.
Among them were farmers, craftsmen, and disabled soldiers.
Among them were painters, sculptors, and minstrels.
The painter picked up his brush and began to paint this moment.
The sculptor closed his eyes and trembled his fingers.
And those bards improvised even more——
"The lion watches the grassland."
"Lean protected Hesse."
"When Ryan is in danger, a hero must appear——"
"Under the moonlight, he was tall and strong."
"In the dark night, he controls thunder and fire."
"He protects Hessettins."
"He protected our home."
"We should sing his praises."
"We should remember his name——"
"Poirot Marple!"
"He is the Wolf of Divide!"
"He is Ryan's savior!"
The bard's singing came to my ears. It was not pleasant, and it was even a little unintelligible, but everyone sang along - the fear and depression caused by the war were released at this moment.
Joy and laughter.
Revealed in this moment.
Then……
Cry quietly.
The war took away their husbands, brothers, fathers or friends.
They have reasons to cry.
No one can stop it.
I don't know when it started to rain lightly in the sky.
The painter stopped painting and the sculptor raised his head.
The bards played the harp again.
"Cry, cry, we -"
"We bid farewell to our loved ones."
"We bid farewell to our friends."
"The night joins us in silence."
"The rain saw them off."
"Our thoughts will be carried in the wind."
"We will keep our eyes on the direction you are going."
"Relatives and friends, please walk quickly and don't stay any longer."
"My relatives and friends, please walk slowly and look back again."
"May we meet in the land of death!"
"May we protect each other!"
…
The song drifted into the distance with the night wind.
Goethe walked into the castle listening to such singing.
The moment the little Graz saw Goethe, he ran over. The young king did not have any restraint, so he took Goethe's hand, kissed the back of Goethe's hand, and said in the most sincere words: "Your Excellency Marple
,can I call you father?"
"After my father's sudden death, I was deeply frightened."
"And your appearance made me feel the sense of security again with my father by my side."
"Please don't refuse a young child's request, adoptive father!"
Saying this, the young king knelt down on one knee without waiting for Goethe's reaction.
"Thank you, foster father, for rushing back and saving Hessettins and the entire Ryan."
"As King of Llane, on behalf of all of Llane, I would like to express my gratitude to you."
"I am still young and incapable. I need a real elder to help me manage Ryan."
"You are the most suitable candidate."
"Besides you, no one else can be the regent of Lane."
The young king looked at Goethe sincerely.
There were even tears in my eyes.
At this time, Goethe suddenly understood why little Graz succeeded King Lean instead of Andinan - this was not a matter of whether Andinan was unconscious or not.
But, even if Andinan is awake.
The throne of king will definitely belong to Little Graz.
Because, this young man...
Be adaptable!
And, shameless!
In the other person, Goethe really saw a trace of himself - when he was in the hometown 'club', he and the other person were a little similar.
Coupled with his subsequent plans, he really needs a proper identity.
