Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! - Chapter 1123

Chapter 1123: Death of the Nighthawks

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The Howling Legion had a glorious battle history of thousands of years.

It was one of the dozens of legions that the advanced orcs had reorganized after the great extinction order.

It was also one of the five main forces of the Wolf Clan.

Not only did it inherit the characteristics of the Wolf Clan, which was cold, bloodthirsty, as fast as the wind, and as fast as the fire…

There was also a special mineral in the depths of the earth near the base, which made the mandrake fruits there rich in various trace elements.

Even the members of the Howling Legion who used the mandala fruits here as their main food possessed the keen vision of a falcon, as well as the talent of being able to see like a torch in the pitch-black darkness.

Such a talent made them especially good at it, and they especially liked to fight at night.

It was unknown how many times, but they were like shadows without size or weight, completely merging into the darkness and silently approaching the enemy.

Without breathing, suppressing their heartbeats, and having no temperature, these stealthy ghosts would only shoot out their sharpest claws and teeth from the enemy’s throat at the last moment.

At this time, they would instantly burst out the roar that they had been suppressing bitterly, forming a howl that pierced through their eardrums and even their hearts.

The Howling Battle Group got its name from this.

Such an outstanding battle record that had been sung by countless war epics and had never been defeated by the mages of the land of Holy Light, the curses of the night watchmen, the elves, and the fury of the Dwarves in all the previous battles of Glory.., they had actually been defeated by the Great Horn Army. was that possible?

The first reaction of the rats that this unbelievable news brought to them was not to be overjoyed, but to be filled with suspicion.

Even the most devout believers had a series of question marks on the authenticity of the news.

What shocked them was not only the news that the Howling Legion had been defeated.

There was also the method of defeat and the results obtained.

According to the news, the Great Horn Legion had used the Howling Legion’s best method — a night attack — on a starless night to kill these ghosts in the dark.

After receiving the blessing of the Rat God, the soldiers cleverly took advantage of the Howling Legion’s underestimation and carelessness. They had long made use of the earthwork to ambush the place where the Howling Legion was going to set up camp.

At midnight, when everyone thought that it was the most advantageous for them and that it was the least likely for them to encounter the enemy, they charged out from the underground and executed the “Decapitation strategy”. They instantly charged into the command center of the Howling Legion, they killed the commander of the Howling Legion, the Nighthawks, and finally caused the collapse of the Howling Legion.

“Even the Nighthawks were killed by the Great Horn Legion?”

When ice storm heard this shocking news, he was so shocked that his jaw almost dislocated.

Ice Storm told Meng Chao that the Nighthawks were the iron-blooded valiant generals of the Wolf clan.

In the past 30 to 50 years of the relatively dull era of prosperity, there had not been any large-scale wars that broke out between Tu Lanze and the land of Holy Light. However, small-scale frictions had never stopped.

The secret squads that the two sides had infiltrated into each other’s hinterland would only be ten times crueler than a direct battle.

The Nighthawks had grown up in such bloody and cruel squads and secret battles. They were notorious for their ruthlessness.

It was said that before he had completed his coming of age ceremony, he had followed his clansmen into the land of Holy Light and beheaded seven Nighthawks as his coming of age ceremony.

When he took over the power of his clan, he was qualified to personally command the troops and charge into the land of Holy Light alone.

He had also fully displayed the Wolf clan’s flexibility and advantage in night battles.

Almost every time he attacked, he would receive a bountiful harvest.

Every time he returned to Tulanze, his waist was always hung with the bloody heads of the night watchers.

As a result, the night watchers, who had long been used to guarding the light in the darkness, were terrified when they heard the mournful howls of the Wolf Clan’s valiant general. They wished that the long night would quickly pass and let the dawn turn into armor.., to protect their fragile throats and hearts.

That was how the name “Nighthawk”came to be.

He had been born into the nobility of the Wolf clan for generations, and he had made many contributions during the friction with his ten-thousand-year-old enemy. Up until now, Nighthawk was far more than just an ordinary general of a battle group.

He was one of the few giants of the Wolf clan in terms of prestige, power, and combat strength.

Even in front of the lion-men and Tigermen, he had a considerable amount of authority.

Such a vicious and fierce person was actually ‘beheaded’by the Great Horn Army in a night raid?

For a time, the valley camp was completely silent.

The air pressure, which was already so low that it was hard to breathe, condensed into invisible rocks.

The rat people looked at each other, not knowing if they should believe this great news.

Until more cavalrymen from the main force of the Great Horn Legion appeared.

They brought a lot of weapons and flags that they had captured.

The war flag of the Howling Legion was carefully woven from the hair on the tail of the Wolf clan, and it contained a special brutal aura.

Even though it was burned by the flames and riddled with holes, it still fluttered in the wind and faintly emitted a mournful howl.

This was something that could not be faked no matter what.

Moreover, if they really wanted to fabricate the results of the battle, there was no need to fabricate such an exaggerated and unreasonable result as ‘killing the Nighthawks’.

It seemed that it should be true.

After all, all lies had logic.

Only reality would be so absurd and inconceivable.

When a large number of the spoils of war were captured — the Wolf Clan’s standard, smeared with black oil, black armor that was especially beneficial for night battles; iron rods inlaid with wolf fangs; tents and flags engraved with the Wolf Clan’s battle emblem, when they were piled up in the middle of the valley camp and allowed the rat people to trample on and choose, all of the Rat People’s doubts turned into a wild joy like a volcano erupting.

If one were to say that escaping from black-corner city and the other demon caves was just to grow wings and fly into the clouds…

In the field battle, defeating the well-known veteran battle group was akin to pulling down the entire sky and trampling under one’s feet.

The iron-like facts proved that the main force of the Great Horn Army’s combat strength was far beyond everyone’s imagination.

The rat tide could not only devour the empty cities that were guarded by the old, weak, and disabled.

It could also compete with the real ace army on the battlefield where the brave would win in a narrow path.

Before the arrival of this victory report, some of the rat people were still confused about the future. They expressed their fear towards the heavy troops formed by totem warriors, and their dissatisfaction towards the food that was becoming thinner and thinner.

But now, there was no more confusion, fear, and dissatisfaction. They had all been thrown out of the clouds.

“The supreme big horn rat god!”

“The invincible Big Horn Army!”

“The incomparably glorious sixth clan!”

In the camp of the valley, all the rats kneeled on the ground with a “Hula”, like a burning, undulating ocean, emitting from the bottom of their hearts towards the omnipresent and omnipotent ancestral spirits.., an incomparably pious cry.

Right now, neither the mountain of blades nor the Sea of flames nor the roar of the Grim Reaper could stop their advance.

Even if they were only given a broomstick each and starved for three days and three nights, they would still dare to wave the broomstick and launch an indomitable attack toward the most magnificent fortified city of Lanze, Red Gold City.

In the boiling sea, only two small reefs remained unmoved.

Alright, the situation was forced. Meng Chao and ice storm were like the other rat subjects, shouting and worshipping at the top of their lungs.

However, under their flushed and seemingly fanatical expressions, their gazes were still as sharp as blades drawn from the snow.

“How is this possible?”

After the crazy worship, many of the rat subjects collapsed to the ground exhausted. They opened their limbs and stared at the big horn rat god who had been blessing them in the sky.

Meng Chao and ice storm were curled up in a corner and couldn’t wait to discuss the latest battle report and the storm that was about to be stirred up.

First of all, the news of victory was definitely true.

If it was just to boost morale, there was no need to use a renowned Wolf clan leader like the Nighthawks as a target.

After all, if the Nighthawks were still alive, even if they were heavily injured by the Great Horn Army, as long as they could grit their teeth and stand out on the battlefield, it would be easy to expose their lies.

However, if the great horn army could really defeat the gold clan’s heavy troops on the battlefield, and even kill the enemy commander.

Meng Chao wouldn’t believe it even if he was beaten to death.

This wasn’t because he looked down on the mouse people’s combat strength.

It was because he knew how terrifying the thousand-year-old nobles of the high-level beastmen were after they were equipped with the most advanced totem battle armor.

As a noble of the Wolf clan, the Nightwalker was able to personally lead a small team of his clan to attack the land of Holy Light, as if entering an uninhabited land.

He would definitely have a high degree of vigilance and powerful combat strength.

And his totem armor would definitely be upgraded to the level where even if its master was unconscious, it would still be able to activate its cruising function and bring its master away from the battlefield.

Even if the command center was really ambushed by the Great Horn Army.

Could it be that it was impossible for him to escape with his life?

Yes, as the commander-in-chief of an army, it was definitely not a glorious thing to run away in a panic — or to be forced to run away by the rat people in a panic. It was possible that his reputation would be ruined and his name would be tarnished for a thousand years.

If the enemy they were facing was the trump card army from the land of Holy Light, it was highly possible that the Nighthawks would choose to fight to the end until they died.

However, being killed by the rat subjects and being defeated by the rat subjects would also become a joke. What was the difference

“The so-called main force of the Great Horn Army will never be able to defeat a trump card like the Howling Legion, let alone kill an experienced veteran like the Nighthawks, unless –”

Meng Chao took a deep breath and stared at the answer that slowly appeared in the depths of his mind. The corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile.

He suddenly threw a seemingly unrelated question at ice storm, “I guess that the Great Leader of the Wolf Clan, the Nighthawks, who has been unlucky for eight lifetimes, doesn’t have a good relationship with canus, the ‘Jackal’who controls the entire Wolf Clan, right?”

Icestorm was slightly startled.

He nodded subconsciously.

Canus, the ‘Jackal’who controlled the Wolf clan, did not have a good relationship with the chiefs and priests who controlled the various settlements of the Wolf clan. They even went against each other on many issues.. This was something that everyone knew, it was also the same old method that the lion and tiger clans had used to control the Wolf clan for the past 3,000 years.