Chapter 70: The Chaotic Battle With the Demonic Werewolves Part 1 (1/2)
The reason why we were leisurely standing around was because our opponents were the werewolves. Against their speed, running away now was simply too late…
Besides, if Violet Snow’s guess was right, those werewolves should be fighting against the medusas right now. In light of that, they shouldn’t be that brainless as to charge at us for no reason. At the very least they would try to discover our intentions and then try to avoid or bring us into the fight against the medusas.
After all, fighting a war on two fronts wasn’t the smartest idea. As long as they had some brains in them, they shouldn’t do that right…
Either way, I had a lot of room to maneuver. For example, I could pretend to be harmless and wait till both sides have exhausted their men before suddenly turning on both of them. By then, subjugating both sides should be easy…yup, sounds perfect.
At least that was how I thought it would turn out.
These were merely my assumptions but seeing as she didn’t raise any opinions but instead took her time to explain these matters to me, she must’ve had the same idea as me right…
While I was busy making wild guesses, a hellhound rushed up to Violet Snow and reported something in their usual barks. After which, she nodded her tiny little head and said, “Mhm, their attack is about to reach us. In that case, it’s time for battle.”
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“…” What’s with that nonchalant announcement! Wasn’t the reason why we were standing here because you had some assurance that they wouldn’t attack? What happen to our plan of ambushing at the right moment?!
“What’s with that look on your face?” Upon discovering my strange expression, she turned her attention to me before giving out an “Oh!”. In an instant, her gaze told me exactly what she thought of me at the moment, [Idiot, Stupid, Fool].
“Did you assume that they would ignore us in order to avoid fighting on two fronts?”
“As an intelligent life form, I feel that the least they can do is to send an emissary to find out about our situation, I’m sure they wouldn’t just attack us without…”
While it was kind of awkward to be exposed just like that, it’s not like my thinking was wrong…
“Anyone who thinks that they have a brain is brainless themselves.” She sighed and stopped talking. The adorable little puppy was at a loss for words to describe the retard standing before her right now.
Well…it’s not like this is the first time she’s treated me as an idiot…
I ignored the arrogant puppy and turned towards One-eye. “Get ready for battle! One-eye, I’ll leave the commanding to you.”
“Yes Master!”
The formation was the same as always except the addition of the half-orcs at the back. These newcomers were given special care at the moment. I had given One-eye specific instructions to keep them behind the Mo sabres in order to prevent any unnecessary losses. After all, this wasn’t the time to use them yet.
It didn’t take too long before the hunched over figures of the werewolves entered our sight. As they bore down upon us, they sprinted on all fours like a bunch of mindless beasts.
They numbered roughly in the 60s and as expected. Their humanoid body was covered in a jet black coat of fur that extended all over their massive body from their razor sharp claws to their lupine head. Within that wolf-like head were a couple of rows of equally sharp teeth that looked more like a meat grinder than a mouth.
If they were to stand upright, I would estimate their real height to be at least 250 cm. Their upper body proportions were significantly wider than most life forms. Just based on this alone, it looked like they were built for charging attacks. It was as if we were up against a bunch of (American) football players.
They seem even stronger than I had initially thought…
Their sprinting speed was exceptionally fast and could be said to rival the speed of the hellhounds. As they charged ever closer to us, they would give off a frenzied howl, spraying the battlefield with their disgusting spit as they did so. The howls probably had no meaning behind them but it was precisely this reason that they sounded even scarier.
To us on the receiving end, it felt like we were up against an unfeeling berserker whose only purpose was to kill.
“Awwooo!!!”
In a blink of an eye, they were less than a hundred meters away from us. Due to the height of the shieldwall, we weren’t able to see them as they approached us. However, this made it that much scarier for the shieldbearers as the disembodied howls echoed in their ears. They trembled as their minds filled in the blanks regarding their strength.
As for the other devils, they were just as unsettled. From their vantage point, they were able to clearly see the herculean physique of the werewolves. Only the hellhounds and half-orcs were unfazed by this display and were instead fired up as they readied for battle.
“Fire!” I gave off the command to the archers. As they were my summoned minions, this task could only be accomplished by me. On my signal, the 30 archers let loose a hail of arrows at the approaching werewolves.
In face of this arrow rain, even the werewolves couldn’t get away unscathed IF the arrows managed to hit them. However, that was an extremely big if. Due to the parabolic curve of their flight path, the werewolves had plenty of time to react to the incoming arrows. They slowed their charge down by a tiny bit, dodging the majority of the arrows, all the while maintaining their formation.
As the distance got smaller and smaller, the blinding speed of their charge grew ever more apparent. A breath later, they had reached the shield wall.