Heads turned around to the scream to see the ambassador’s knights chasing after a silver wolf, but the latter was too slow. The noble that was dragged away screamed for a while, but the gleaming white fangs bit harder and crushed his throat, causing the scream to stop suddenly.
Everyone watched it drag the body into the white mist helplessly.
“How did you let it approach us! Are you fools!?” Austin roared at the knights.
[Mist Wolves! They are descendants of the Misthowler!]
Brendel watched the dying noble kick his legs feebly a few times as it disappeared into the mist. His eyelids twitched as he realized the identity of the Warg he was facing. He immediately raised his hand and shouted:
“Everyone, move closer to each other! These damned wolves turn invisible when they are in the fog!”
Before his words ended, two swirling currents of fog suddenly rushed at the youths.
Quinn raised his bow with lightning reflexes and shot three arrows consecutively. The arrows tracked its prey beautifully in the air like silver threads. Two spurts of blood fountained out in the white fog, with one arrow missing its targets.
A silver wolf emerged from the fog by jumping into the air, apparently dodging the arrow, and it landed onto the ground lightly. It pounced onto one of the youths with incredible speed, and when they finally reacted, the wolf had already lodged its fangs onto the youth.
There was a gut-wrenching wail as the youth was nearly broken into halves. The monster had bitten hard enough to shatter his bones and crush his flesh into pulp. The youth’s eyes were wide open, as though he could not believe he would die here, and his bloody body fell forward.
“Clancy!” His companions called out his name in bitter rage. Anger consumed them and they lost their heads, and they rushed at the silver wolf with their swords to take revenge for him.
Brendel’s reaction was much faster than them. Even though he knew that they would be casualties, he was still furious to see one of the youths die before him. Ten beams of light shot down from the sky at the wolf, creating several holes in it despite its attempt to flee.
At the same time, he suddenly had an idea, and the beams were used to form a wall of light, preventing the invisible creatures that were circling in the mist from approaching the youths.
But the ambassadors and centaurs were on their own. Even though the Mist Wolves were rated as weak Silver-ranked monsters, they were powerful assassins in the fog and would retreat into it after attacking. This allowed them to get the first strike all the time.
In addition, they functioned as a pack and attacked with coordination. Even if their enemies possessed stronger combat strength, they would still be at a great disadvantage.
It did not take long for the group of knights to lose half their numbers, either injured or dead. The Centaurs lost ten-odd
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