"I know what you want to do."

Before Alaros could finish Rimanrus's whole statement, the Wood Elf hero interrupted him: "But I want to tell you that the effect of the fog of tricks is not as effective as you imagine."

"What I imagined?" Rimanruz was stunned for a moment.

A snoring sound began to snore from the throat of the space wolf. He was very irritable and very irritable. Riemanrus felt powerless about everything. The space wolf gene primordial was almost cursing and smashing it. The last time he had this feeling of powerlessness was when Horus rebelled and looked at Kiriman's miserable holy book that caused the two primordials to have a big fight.

"Do you think that the fog of tricks can allow you to sneak into the camp of the Chaos Army, and give you and the Chaos Eternal God Choice, Black Iron Motkin a one-on-one chance?" Alaros shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, this Wild Wolf Lord, the fog of tricks is not as magical as you think."

"Isn't it so magical?" Butcher King Agrim Iron Fist also asked: "What can this thing do?"

"The Mist of Scheme is a divine object given to me by Radlia. This thing can quickly escape from the battlefield in an emergency." Alaros took out a large purple bottle from behind, filled with divine power from the wood elf Radlia goddess of mist: "To put it simply, the Mist of Scheme gave me it to make me retreat or change the situation on the battlefield at critical moments. It is not for me to take the initiative to attack and seek the championship duel among all the troops. The Mist of Scheme cannot be used during the day, and if there are too many enemies, or if there are strong strong people who disrupt the magic wind, the Mist of Scheme will be invalid."

"Besides, the duration of the fog of tricks is about thirty minutes to forty minutes. The specific situation needs to be determined by the magic wind and the speed of progress. This time is not enough to let you kill Motkin in front of Motkin." Alaros sat on the steps at the entrance of the Bull Castle. He said to Rimanruth: "You don't think that if you give you thirty minutes, you can find Motkin in the 100,000 Chaos Army, and then escape in front of hundreds of Chaos champions, Chaos Gods, and hundreds of Chaos Gods Warriors, right?"

The wolf king felt a chill in his heart.

Although Rieman Russ is fierce and tall and powerful, and has a vicious temperament like a wolf, in terms of combat effectiveness in the Primrose, he is not only not as good as Horus, Ferrus, San Gilles, Angron and others in the first tier, and even Petrabo, Fogen, Zhuangson and others in the second tier, he is definitely the same as Kiriman, Vulgan and others in the third tier. In terms of close combat, Russ' strength is not top-notch.

The most powerful thing about the space wild wolf gene primordial is his unity with his descendants. His unique wildness, cunning and generous personality made him one of the most charming leaders, and the spear given by the emperor and the spear of the God of Baccarat on his back now.

But Ruth knew that he was not Angrand, he was not that good at group battles, and he couldn't do it.

"So, we can't do anything?" The gene primordial that was deeply powerless and shrouded the space wolf's genes, also sat down. Riemanlus sat on the stairs in front of Bull Castle, and he sighed softly.

The sky led by Oster was as gloomy and simple as he first came here. The endless years of fighting in the sub-space have made Ruth understand too much, and he even knew too much about taboo knowledge and content that should not be understood.

But as long as he is for the father and for the emperor, Ruth never regrets his reckless actions. He is very clear about the turmoil that Fenris will face after losing himself, and he is also very clear about how sad and disappointed his descendants will lose their guidance, and even make many reckless actions.

The gene protozoa of the space wolf couldn't help laughing, just like Oleg, who burned someone's hometown, why couldn't they come out to burn your hometown? Just like he burned Magnus's stupid hometown, Prospero, who knew how to play witchcraft all day long, Magnus would definitely go to Fenris to take revenge as long as he had the chance.

But who has never been young? Riemanlus recalled his past glorious years. He looked at the snow scene in the Central Mountains. The air was cold. On the west side of Wolfenburg was the famous Drakvald Forest, which was covered with snow. There were too many famous wars left on the central mountain range that rose from the ground. The peaks were like wolves' teeth, swallowing up countless flesh and blood, whether it was the enemy's or the humans' own.

In this way, Alaros, Agrim and Rimanruz sat in front of the Bull Castle, looking at the scenery in the distance, and all the noise seemed to have nothing to do with them.

Outside the city, the tall and magnificent forests covered too many miserable phenomena. The ruins of villages, towns, castles and manors had long been covered by forests, and the traces of war were gradually erased by time. The Charlemagne Empire was once so brilliant, but in the era of the Three Emperors, it fell apart. The imperial people who fought on their own were defeated again and again, especially the once prosperous and brilliant towns near the Central Mountains, where strongholds and villages gradually declined and collapsed in the long tug-of-war, turning into ruins in the forest that could not be identified. Civilization lost to the barbaric time and again.

But the Osters were so stubborn that they were still holding on to their land and defending it, like a group of stubborn bulls who had been extremely stubborn. They had been guarding the northern border for three thousand years for the empire. Ruth lived and lived here for a while. The Wolf King knew that as long as the Osters were still alive, their glorious deeds and stories would continue to pass on. The bards would praise their sacrifices and greatness. The bonfires would burn under the eaves. The air would be filled with the fragrance of barbecue and beer. People sang unpleasant songs.

Those who died and died in battle will survive in stories and songs.

The Wolf King vaguely recalled his conversation with a wolf guard.

"The story of the wolf needs to be remembered forever, and generations will listen to it and learn from it."

"Yes, I will save these stories for you, sir." The young wolf guard said respectfully: "It's all in my mind, don't worry."

"Very good, this is our soul. I cannot take care of the sons of Fenris forever. One day, when I leave, those stories will still be passed on, and new stories will be added."

"How is this possible? How did you leave us?"

“It will be possible.”

"How could it be? Could it be that, like this time, we were ordered to punish the legion of the Thousand Sons?"

"This is not the first time this happened, child." Ruth couldn't help laughing loudly, his laughter was full of sadness: "Tools must have the awareness of tools."

Think back, my life is a really a life of failure.

I didn't take good care of my children and let them suffer the pain of mutation again and again.

I was unable to stop my brothers from going astray.

I didn't protect my father, Ferrus and others.

Kiriman can write sacred books to deal with internal affairs, Vulgan can do research, Dorn can do big construction, and Clarkson can still sneak! Even the youngest stinky brother, Ryan Makado, can help resurrect his father.

Then what did I do?

Nothing can be achieved, and failure is extremely successful.

"What are you laughing? Can you still laugh at this time?" The words of the Butcher King Agrim-Iron Fist interrupted Ruth's memory, and the dwarf king also laughed: "Hey, Lord Wild Wolf, Ruth? Can I call you that? Speaking of which, you are also a man. You know that hope is slim, you know that you have to face difficulties, and even know that there are difficulties and obstacles, you plan to try to solve the Eternal God Choice? It's so courageous, you're almost comparable to the Dwarf!"

"Tsk, wait, I will let everyone know about Esley's tenacity and strength." Alaros checked his equipment, and he counted ninety-eight feather arrows inside the quiver: "Talk about it, small short legs, what are the numbers and names on your little note?"

"Oh, this is what Sol Green gave me." The Butcher King thought that it was time to do so, and there was nothing to hide: "This is the list of famous lords and generals in the world. The last three numbers are ability evaluations. From low to high, from 0-6. If 0 means that this person is an idiot and mentally retarded, he can do nothing except make things worse. If 6 means that his ability is the best in the world, trustworthy, and can be compared with Grandi, Gremneil and Valaya."

"The first number is internal affairs ability, the second number is diplomacy ability, and the third number is an evaluation made by combining personal strength and military ability." The Butcher King explained: "This is an assessment of the capabilities of many famous figures in the old world, including Dwarf Friends like Knight Ryan, Purple Phoenix Fugen and such 666 evaluations, and of course there are also 112 such as Helmut's Election of Emperor and Sisimei-Fat Heart (Mutt's Election of Emperor Power) and 120 stupid X."

"So that's the case, so why do you have a * number behind the third 6 of Ryan and Fogen?" Rieman Ruth also became interested.

"I said before that the third 6 represents a comprehensive evaluation of military command capabilities and personal strength. To put it simply, well... If both military capabilities and personal strength can be given 5, it will be 6 in total." The Butcher King nodded a little depressedly: "But if both military capabilities and personal combat power are evaluated as 6, then we should actually give an evaluation of 7. However, we dwarves will only give ourselves a 7. The maximum limit for humans and pointed ears is only 6, so Solgreen marked an asterisk here, which reminds me that I cannot be treated as an ordinary 6."

Alaros's face was full of dark lines. He thought to himself that the damn dwarf would rather mark an asterisk than give it to 7, right?

And there is no list of Esley? I suspect you discriminate against us Esley!

He faintly saw the King of Eight Peaks Mountain (Real) Bellega, 435

"It's great. Advance is death, and retreat is death. It's better to fight." Alaros was severely scolded by Lilith for his last time when he had a bad relationship with the dwarf, causing his temper to be restrained. The wood elf hero still maintained an extremely arrogant attitude but was no longer sharp: "It's almost night, and Chaos should be at the city at dusk the day after tomorrow."

"Wait! What did you say?" Rus suddenly grabbed something, and the wolf king immediately said to Alaros: "You say it again? The last sentence!"

"I said, it's almost night!" Alaros repeated.

"The last sentence!"

"The Chaos Army will almost attack Wolfen's city at dusk the day after tomorrow!" Alaros repeated impatiently.

"The day after tomorrow... the day after tomorrow." Rimanlus stood up, he paced back and forth a few times, and the light of hope gradually appeared in the amber wolf's eyes of the wolf king: "Maybe, it's still time!"

"Yes, maybe, it's still time!" After saying that, Riemanlus stood up and rushed into the Bull Castle: "If Oleg is smart enough..."

"???" The Butcher King and Alaros looked at each other and quickly followed: "What the hell are you going to do?"

"I'm going to Hezig to find Ryan's reinforcements! Only Ryan's army can save Wolfenburg!" Riemanlus said firmly: "This is the only hope!"

"Are you crazy?" Alaros impatiently stopped Rimanlus: "How far is Hezig from here? One hundred and fifty kilometers! The Chaos Army will attack from the afternoon to the evening the day after tomorrow! How much time do you have?"

"Me? I don't need to take too long." Rimanrus signaled Alaros to move out of the way.

"Yes, you may be able to break through the siege by relying on your personal ability, but how fast can Ryan's army set out?" Alaros felt impatiently that the Wolf King was really crazy: "The human army's marching speed is about twenty kilometers a day. Suppose Ryan's army can march quickly, at most eighty to one hundred kilometers. This is already the limit of human beings! It's too late to do so!"

"This is the only way, sharp ears, give me your trick mist!" Rimanlus stretched out his hand to Alaros again, and the wolf king showed his teeth, and his sharp teeth reflected in the dusk sunset.

"But..." Alaros was still hesitating.

"Give it to me!" the wolf king roared, "If you still want this city to be saved, if you still want the 380,000 soldiers and civilians here to have a chance to survive! If you hope Chaos will not cross the Tarabek River and not attack your hometown! I am the only one who can convince Ryan to send troops immediately and arrive at full speed, because he and I are brothers, and he trusts me, just as I trust my father!"

"???" The Butcher King and Alaros both had question marks on their faces. Why did this mean the same as Ruth is Ryan's father?

Alaros's face had a gloomy expression. The wood elf hero knew that if he handed over the mist of tricks to Rimanruz, it would be difficult for him and his private guard to retreat from Wolfenburg!

But...but, I can no longer let Lilith down on me! The Wood Elf Hero thought in pain.

Finally, the mist of tricks was handed over to Rimanruth, and the Space Wolf Gene Primrose was held in his hand: "How to use this thing?"

"Open it, fall toward yourself, and when the thick fog hides you, it will take effect!"

"very good!"

"Hold this city, hold on! I will lead Ryan and his army to march quickly to support Wolfenburg!"

The gates of Wolfenburg were wide open. In everyone's striking and striking eyes, Riemanlus ran out of the city and disappeared into the wilderness and forests south of Wolfenburg.

"Now, we are the only one left, with sharp ears." The Butcher King looked at Ruth's figure and disappeared from the end of his sight very quickly.

"Yes, short legs." Alaros smiled: "I have an offer."

"explain."

"Let's compare, who killed more, how about it? In the name of Kunos."
Chapter completed!