95: Chapter 95 On the Eve of the Decisive Battle

"Is there still no news from the vanguard?" Ruler urged his giant wolf anxiously, pacing back and forth beside the advancing army. Burdened by slaves and livestock, the rear guard's speed had not been fast. It was only after Ruler made a decisive decision to have five thousand wolf riders escort the slaves in the rear, allowing the main rear guard to advance rapidly, that their speed increased.

"Reporting to the supreme Ruler, the scouts have not yet returned."

The honorific title he once loved to hear now sounded exceptionally grating. Ruler suppressed the anger in his heart, his face as gloomy as if it were about to rain.

Because the rebelling wolf tribes mostly came from the cannon fodder infantry, these cannon fodder troops had been heavily depleted during Ruler's campaigns. There were less than ten thousand cannon fodder troops following in this battle.

Under Ruler's strict orders, both infantry and cavalry were rushing desperately, and their speed had greatly increased.

A foreboding premonition had already taken root in Ruler's heart. Faster, a little faster!

He already somewhat regretted letting the young Right Guduhou lead the army. In his mind, those two wolf men responsible for watching over Right Guduhou had already died a thousand times over.

While Ruler was advancing anxiously, the Wolf God Khanate had already begun to wrap up the vanguard of the Mad Wolf Khanate.

The pressing infantry clusters completely sealed off the path for a charge.

Although the wolf riders who had lost their speed could not be called lambs waiting for the slaughter, the already exhausted giant wolves and knights had lost the vast majority of their combat effectiveness.

Amidst the slogan of "surrender and you will not be killed," large groups of wolf riders surrendered.

Although the enemies on the opposite side were propagandized as rebels, in the eyes of ordinary soldiers, these rebels had merely betrayed the high-ranking nobles; they were not of a different race.

Right Guduhou, leading one hundred personal guards, looked at the surrounding infantry in despair, his face ashen. No one could connect him with the high-spirited wolf man from before; the more arrogant he had been then, the more miserably he had fallen now.

"Kill! There are only Guduhous who die in battle, no spineless thieves who surrender!"

Right Guduhou launched a desperate charge; even if he were to die, he would die on the path of the charge.

The surrendering wolf riders lowered their heads in shame; they had betrayed the honor of the beast race.

But one could not blame them. In every battle, the elderly nobles did not have to participate in the fighting yet could take the vast majority of the spoils, while the brave warriors fought bloodily only to receive the scraps left by the nobles. They wanted fairness!

Several spears pierced Right Guduhou into a sieve; his status came from his Bloodline, not his martial prowess.

"We have won!" The soldiers of the Wolf God Khanate cheered loudly.

At this moment, the ratio between the two armies had changed. The main force of the Mad Wolf Khanate was about thirty thousand, while the Wolf God Khanate's main force was over twenty-one thousand.

"The time for the decisive battle is almost here!" Lang Yan's gaze was deep, making it impossible to see his joy or anger. It was hard to say whether they could completely defeat the Mad Wolf Khanate at this point; after all, the Mad Wolf Khanate's trump card—the Priest Legion—had not suffered any losses.

This time, relying on the help of the strange insects, not only did they completely crush the Mad Wolf Khanate in intelligence, but the final ambush on all sides against Right Guduhou's army also relied on the "safe burrows" formed by the strange insects digging numerous tunnels underground, allowing them to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop and laying a good foundation for this battle.

The chance for victory in the final battle came from Lang Yan's backup plan. After commanding the main army to rest and defend in place, Lang Yan could not help but feel a bit anxious. Could they really pull it off?

On the other side, Ruler had fallen into a rage. The rapidly advancing army encountered a small number of remnants fleeing back. Upon learning the news that Right Guduhou had been defeated and killed, Ruler was furious, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Now that the strength of the two armies was about the same, apart from waiting for reinforcements, those variables should also be cleared away.

"Pass the order, command the follow-up infantry to advance rapidly, and prepare the blood food!" Ruler's mouth curled into a bloody smile. "Also, send a messenger to the east and request the reinforcements to speed up."

In the east, an equally massive army was advancing slowly. This army had various flags: yellow tiger flags, cyan giant python flags, black human-bear flags...

This great army was, surprisingly, the elite warriors from the Ten Thousand Beasts Alliance.

The Ten Thousand Beasts Alliance was formed from the remnants after the demise of The Ten Great Tribes. These corrupt nobles representing the era of the old tribes were also full of opportunistic psychology regarding the upcoming war.

Under such a mindset, they combined to send ten thousand troops, preparing to wait and see. Because they were too far from the center of Spiritual Qi, the Ten Thousand Beasts Alliance had not awakened any new powers. They did not have a single elite troop type like the Mad Wolf Tribe's Priest Legion or the Wolf God Khanate's Divine Warriors, so for the past year, they had been keeping their tails between their legs.

The persuasion from the strategist sent by the Qin State left them wavering. Although they wanted to submit to the Qin Army, they were unwilling to lose their status, which was why they had taken this action.

"Your Majesty Tiger King, we have all agreed that for this operation, we will first watch the outcome. If there really is no opportunity to take advantage of, we must at least capture a few Divine Warriors or Mad Wolf priests; the Alliance needs magical power." A burly man with a lion's head and a human body, riding a green-maned lion, said loudly.

"That is only natural. That traitor Ruler wants to use us as a gun; he should take a look at himself in a puddle of urine—he really is a wet-behind-the-ears brat." The burly man riding on a colorful tiger said.

"Hahahaha!" The group of leaders burst into wild laughter.

"With the strength of the Qin State, unifying the world is just around the corner; the Qin Army will certainly not let such an opportunity slip by." A woman with the appearance of a fox suddenly interjected; this was the Clan Chief of the Fox tribe.

"Wait and see!" Tiger King sighed. "The strength of the Qin people is too powerful; we have absolutely no chance of victory."

The leaders fell silent together, each harboring their own intentions.

"Skeleton warriors, advance!" In a vast, boundless sea of white bones, An held high a bone staff, the flames of his Soul shining, as the command was delivered into the Soul fire of every skeleton warrior.

Clack, clack, clack!

The skeleton Halberdiers held high their bone halberds, arranged in neat phalanxes, marching with standard steps, striding forward.

These skeleton Halberdiers wore bone armor and wielded long halberds; with strict discipline, they were clearly elite warriors at a glance.

The skeleton Halberdiers were organized into small phalanxes of five hundred each, with a total of four small phalanxes totaling two thousand men, marching forward in neat unison.

Behind the skeleton Halberdiers were the skeleton Archers; these Archers were arranged in sparse, long, strip-like formations, following closely behind the skeleton Halberdiers.

An's throne, guarded by one hundred skeleton swordsmen and ten newly appeared skeleton mages, followed closely behind the Archers.

On both sides of the massive skeleton phalanx, skeleton cavalry guarded the flanks; the strength of the cavalry composed of various skeleton monsters was naturally not to be underestimated.

If it were only this, as the noble Right Great Danghu, Lang Biao might not necessarily have any strong reaction. After all, compared to these skeleton frames that looked like they would fall apart after taking two steps, although shocking, they might not be as formidable as the Mad Wolf warriors.

What made Right Great Danghu lose hope even more was the threat coming from the front!