Schwaka, the former king of the grasslands, now became in a desperate state.

For more than a month, they were on the run facing the pursuit of the Daxia Cavalry.

The food stored in the original hiding camp was enough for them to eat until next year.

However, after an emergency occurred, it was impossible for Shivakar to take away all the food.

Therefore, out of long-term considerations, he began to control his daily food consumption from the first day he escaped from the camp.

But even so, after holding on all the way until now, it is almost reaching its limit.

Even Shivakar, as the king, looked obviously thin at this time, with messy stubble covering his entire face, making him look very downcast.

After not having enough food for a week, his hungry stomach made his whole brain dizzy. If this continued, they would have to consider killing the horse for meat.

It was at this time that the scouts in charge of exploring the road discovered a small tribe.

When Shivaka heard the news, his spirits perked up and he quickly asked: "How many people are there in that tribe?"

The scout replied: "Reporting to the king, in order to prevent being noticed by the other side, we did not get closer to check. I estimate that there should be more than a hundred people under my command."

After receiving this answer, Schwaka took a deep breath, and then glanced at the remaining prairie cavalry behind him.

After being chased by Daxia's cavalry for so long, now there are only a pitiful fifty or sixty cavalry left under his command.

For a moment, Shivaka felt incomprehensible.

A few months ago, he was the king of the Morhan Kingdom with a population of hundreds of thousands and thousands of cavalry.

But now, each of the forty or fifty remaining prairie cavalry under his command has become sallow and thin due to not having enough to eat for a long time. They are listless and extremely depressed.

They are just like a bunch of low-class horse thieves!

But no matter what, it is good to be alive.

He only has a few men left, and they are not in good condition, but at least the weapons and equipment are still there, and the opponent is just a small tribe with a population of more than a hundred.

Excluding the old, weak, women and children in the tribe, how much fighting strength does it have?

After destroying this small tribe and grabbing enough food, as long as he can continue to live, he will find a chance to make a comeback!

With this thought in mind, Schwaka decisively issued the order to attack, and led his prairie cavalry to quickly charge towards the small tribe.

In the past, Shivakar might have been more cautious.

But now, having not had a full meal for a long time, his mind has become dull and he can no longer care about anything else.

Their approach undoubtedly aroused the other party's vigilance, but when they saw the figure walking out of the tent, their originally ferocious faces instantly turned into fear.

Where are the humans in that tribe? They are clearly a group of werewolves!

The two sides were still getting closer. At this time, it was too late for them to retreat.

After all, the werewolf's explosive power and speed are also very strong.

Facing the werewolf that was already charging towards them, it was already too late to escape at this time.

Schwaka gritted his teeth and immediately led the cavalry to charge towards the werewolves.

Originally, according to the habits of the prairie cavalry, a few rounds of bows and arrows should be fired before the official battle.

However, due to the pursuit of Daxia cavalry, their bows and arrows had already been exhausted.

Otherwise, you can rely on wandering and kill these werewolves by force.

Although the soldiers were hungry and out of shape, the horses were still in good condition and were still very fast.

The moment the two sides collided, several werewolves were knocked away.

But the next moment, those werewolves who flew out stood up again.

It has to be said that the physiques of humans and orcs are really very different.

If a human was seriously injured like this, let alone stand up again, he would probably die on the spot.

After knocking away more than a dozen werewolves in succession, the speed of the war horses slowed down, and the werewolves took the opportunity to launch an attack.

These werewolves specifically attack war horses. If the horses are in pain, they will lose control of the knights. Then these werewolves will take the opportunity to drag the knight off the war horse and bite him to death.

Their numbers couldn't be matched, and their strength couldn't be matched either. In a short period of time, the cavalry under Schwaka's command had already suffered heavy losses.

"Your Majesty, what should we do?" One of the guards turned pale and turned to look at Shivaka.

But faced with heavy siege, what can Shivakar do?

At this time, there were only six cavalry left around him, and even Duzhide had been killed.

Shivaka gritted his teeth, feeling unwilling to do so.

Unexpectedly, he did not die in the hands of the Emperor of Great Xia, nor in the hands of a famous large tribe, but in the hands of such a small werewolf tribe.

"Soldiers, follow me and charge!!!"

I saw Shivaka pulling out the sword in his hand, shouting loudly, and charging towards the werewolves.

Schwaka realized that there was no hope and launched the first and last charge in his life.

After a while, the noise disappeared.

Schwaka, the grassland hero, finally ended up like this.

After the werewolves killed all Schwaka and his party, they began to shout.

With so much food, it is enough for them to eat for a long time.

Just as they had just moved the corpses back to the camp, bursts of thunder suddenly came from the distance, and a sandstorm also rose in the sky.

The werewolf leader was not stupid, so he immediately knew that something was wrong.

At this time, it showed the decisiveness that a leader should have.

"Woo——"

It roared loudly, and then quickly evacuated with the werewolves in the tribe.

A quarter of an hour later, Silan arrived here first.

When he looked at the camp full of corpses, he immediately sent people to search, while others were on guard outside.

"General, we found fifty-three human corpses in the camp, which is consistent with our target. In addition, there are three werewolf corpses in the camp."

"In other words, during the escape, Shivaka and his party met this tribe, so they wanted to kill all the people in this tribe to get food. But they didn't expect that this was actually a werewolf tribe...

..”

After a short analysis, Silan roughly deduced the cause and effect.

After a while, someone came over and said to the white wolf: "General, according to the secret agent's identification, we found Shivaka's body."

Silan's eyes flashed, as soon as Shivaka died, it meant that the battle that had been going on for more than half a year was finally over.

"Cut off Shivaka's head and take it away. As for the other corpses, just leave them here."

It can be regarded as a reward for these werewolves.

Later, Silan brought his light cavalry to join the large army. After confirming that Schwaka was dead, White Wolf immediately ordered his troops to return to the court.

More than twenty days later, the army finally returned to Daxia.

By this time, arrangements had been made for the more than 100,000 grassland people.

According to normal circumstances, soldiers who have made meritorious deeds need to be rewarded based on their merits.

But the problem is that now that His Majesty is personally conducting the expedition, White Wolf does not have this right, so he can only put it on hold for the time being.

...

Outside Tianxiong Pass, a fierce battle is going on.

"Fire arrows!!!"

With a roar, a dense rain of arrows immediately appeared in the sky above Tianxiong Pass, and then they shot towards a group of people outside the pass.

Just like cutting wheat, a large number of people fell down in an instant.

However, the remaining people continued to move forward as if they did not know fear.

After paying the price of thousands of people, the distance between these people and the city wall has been shortened by nearly half.

"Catapult, prepare-"

"put!"

Along with a rain of stones, another large number of people were killed.

But those people still seemed to have no feeling, and they moved one after another in the direction of Tianxiong Pass.

Xia Qi stood at the top of the wall, looking at the figures moving towards the city wall with a solemn expression.

Several months have passed since Wang Dadong launched the all-out war.

Every few days, the opponent will launch an siege.

Now there are at least 20,000 slave soldiers dying here alone.
To be continued...