"What?!"

An angry roar came from the Werewolf's temporary base.

In the tallest building, a giant silver-gray Wolf threw the teacup in his hand to the ground.

His eyes stared at the Werewolf on the ground.

"Say that again!"

The heavy tone was filled with uncontrollable anger.

The Werewolf kneeling on the ground said with a trembling voice, "General, General Morris, we have broken the barrier, but out of nowhere, a Cardinal suddenly appeared. He released a flame, and in an instant, one-tenth of our Werewolves were eliminated. Now, that flame is blocking our way forward, causing us to not dare to take a step forward!"

"Trash!!!"

Upon hearing the Werewolf's words, Morris once again picked up a teacup on the table and smashed it on the Werewolf's body.

The Werewolf was in pain from the smashing and trembled for a moment, but he did not dare to show the slightest expression.

After venting his anger, Morris began to think about the information brought by the Werewolf.

The Cardinal who released the Flames?

He pondered for a while, and suddenly remembered the news that came from the tribal lands a few days ago.

He heard that the battle at St. Servant had ended.

The Werewolves had suffered a crushing defeat.

This made him feel incredulous.

After hearing that the reason for their crushing defeat was actually because of a Cardinal, he was even more incredulous.

A mere cardinal was actually able to defeat their 100,000-strong Werewolf army?

When he heard the news, Morris could not believe it at first.

However, this was an accurate message from the Clan, so he had to believe it.

But he thought about it again.

Since this Cardinal had come to his battlefield.

As long as he captured or even killed this Cardinal, wouldn't his importance in the heart of the Wolf King be even higher?

This was an opportunity!

Morris instantly thought of this matter.

But he still had to pay more attention to this Cardinal.

Since he was able to defeat their Wolf army, then he couldn't be a useless person.

He had to be careful and strive for that battle achievement!

But the most important task now was to get rid of the flame that blocked their attack route.

He pondered for a moment and thought of the message from his Clan.

He heard that a few Warlocks could use water-type spells to extinguish the flame. Why not give it a try?

As soon as he thought of it, he ordered, "Go to the Warlocks' camp and call some Warlocks to get rid of the flame."

The Werewolf hurriedly responded and ran out. Finally, he could leave this depressing place.

At the dividing line of the battlefield, Elendil, the Holy Sword of Cardinal Monn, stood quietly in the center of the flames.

It was like a silver cross engulfed in flame.

Not far behind it, there were a few Holy Knights patrolling.

Although it was said that they could have a good night's rest,.

It was impossible to leave no one here.

If something unexpected happened to this thing, someone could inform them and react in time.

The patrolling Holy Knights suddenly heard footsteps.

They couldn't help but look in the direction of the vibration.

A Werewolf was walking over with a group of Werewolves wearing black robes and a wide hood.

The Holy Knight's expression changed, and he hurriedly said, "It's Werewolf Warlocks!"

Oh no!

He had been paying attention to the power of the flames and had completely forgotten that Werewolf Warlocks could use water to wash spells!

Thinking of this, the Holy Knight began to feel anxious.

He didn't know if Cardinal Monn's flame could block the spells of the Werewolf Warlocks.

After all, water was born to counter fire!

The Holy Knights looked at each other, as if asking, "What should we do?"

At this time, the Werewolf and the Werewolf Warlocks walked over arrogantly.

Seeing the ugly expressions on the Holy Knights' faces, they could not help but laugh out loud.

"Hahaha! You didn't expect it, did you? So what if your flames are powerful? The spells of our Werewolf Warlocks can destroy it in minutes!"

When the Holy Knights heard the Werewolves' words, their expressions became even uglier.

However, they suddenly realized that the expressions of those Werewolf Warlocks did not look too good either.

This could not help but make them feel puzzled.

This was when they heard the Werewolf Warlocks' solemn voice. "This is a flame that is just one step away from the divine level! Even with the combined magical power of so many of us, we can barely extinguish it once."

At this point, the Werewolf Warlock who spoke looked at Elendil, who was quietly standing in the center of the flames, and said, "If anything unexpected happens, we won't be able to do anything."

As he spoke, his eyes couldn't help but look at the silver one-handed sword.

He felt that there was something wrong with this sword.

He had an indescribable feeling.

It was very strange.

The Werewolf who had brought them here was stunned when he heard their words.

Then he impatiently waved his hand and said, "We can't care about that anymore. Let's put out the fire first!"

The Werewolf Warlock was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

He waved his hand and said, "Use the tide of the sirens!"

The Werewolf Warlocks behind him nodded one after another.

Then, they lined up in a row.

All of them lowered their heads and closed their eyes.

Both of their hands were tightly holding the magic staffs in their hands.

They were mumbling something, but no one knew what they were saying.

Countless obscure sea-blue magic circles appeared out of thin air in front of the Werewolf Warlocks' magic staffs.

The sound of the ocean waves could suddenly be heard from the magical circles.

It was as if a passage leading to the sea had been opened.

The next moment, all the Werewolf Warlocks opened their eyes.

Their green eyes lit up with a green light.

The sea-blue magic circles expanded in an instant.

Boom Boom!!

The endless sea roared and rushed out, fiercely pushing towards the line of fire formed by the flames.

The Holy Knights within the line of fire subconsciously raised their arms when they saw the sea rushing towards them.

They were afraid that the sea would rush in front of them.

However, they did not expect that when the sea was about to rush over, the line of fire seemed to come alive.

With a thump, a wall of fire that was dozens of meters tall rose up and forcefully blocked the sea out of the line.

Tss Tss!!

The sound of flames burning the sea exploded!

The mist instantly rose up, blocking people's vision.

It made people unable to see the stars in the night sky clearly.

And facing the majestic sea's erosion, the wall of fire was still firm.

It was as if it was not affected at all.

Seeing this, the Werewolf Warlocks could not help but increase their magical power.

But at the same time, the flames also became more vigorous.

In the center of the flames, Elendil gradually began to emit a dazzling silver light.

It was especially dazzling in the darkness.

And the Werewolf Warlock who had been paying attention to the sword all this time instantly noticed this abnormality.

He shouted, "There's something strange about that sword!"