84 Chapter 12 - The Raid (1/2)
”To victory,” Elder said before opening his maw wide.
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A werewolf splashed the purple potion within, the Elder's pupils quickly shrinking to dots.
Roaring with a force that sent the stone trembling and Kenji clutching his ears, the Elder arose on all fours for the first time in many moons. His creaking bones healed, the gashes along his sides refused to open and his grey fur sank into a midnight black as if he had transformed into a warrior too.
”I feel...powerful!” roared the Elder, his howl echoed back at him by the werewolf pack, all having transformed as close as they could to their wolf form.
Due to having been plagued that meant a strange in-between of a wolfman with sinewy arms, long claws, and that stood like a man and growled like a raptor.
For Kragg and those others who had healed completely, that was a giant wolf form akin to Tenko's own. Although they too turned into to a humanoid wolf like the werewolves of old, a form suited more to battle then hunting.
Each to their own.
”Atop my back little changling, we ride to battle together!” Elder roared, Kenji barely having mounted his back in the Sun Elf Queen's form before the Elder took off at great speed. Shooting Kenji a hateful glance, Kragg followed right afterwards along with Tenko and the rest of the pack.
Outside hundreds of regular wolves waited, each an intimidating sight for Kenij normally, but on this scale, it became something else completely. The sea of fur howled at the night moon and rushed onward in a tide of fur.
Joining them arrived the young witch, now known as Harriet, riding a dazed stag like a horse, and smiling as she watched the werewolf army run through the thick of the forest as easy as the King's road. Silent as the grave Harriet followed, the werewolf army filled with a lust for violence as their hunt took them over the hills and into an area of forest lit with glowing moss and filled with charming moon flowers.
Kenji felt a bit strange not hearing anyone speak, the wolves able to move for hours without so much as a snide comment. Yet as they drew close to a grand wall of thorns, he began to appreciate the stealthy approach as Harriet arrived to the underfended wall and began to cast her magic.
Whispering dark words under the pale moon, she slit the throat of her stag and pulled from the wound a sickly green essence. Casting the essence into strange symbles that blazed in the air, she wrung her hands and hisssed: ”[Wither]!”
In the next moment the foliage grew dark in colour, then brown, before wilted to the forest floor. The wall removed, the werewolves could assault unopposed. Treants of all kinds sprung from the sourrounding landscape, with twisting roots and wooden hands, and yet the werewolves had arrived too fast, and too few were ensared before piercing further within.
A whistling scream announced the werewolves' invasion, and as they approached a land filled with wooden huts bleary Furbolgs folk burst outwards with claw and bludgeon in hand. like hunched over bears that walked on two feet, their thick furs decorated with paw prints and tribal feathers.
Swept aside by the ferocious horde of werewolves the Furbolgs were slaughtered in moments, their muscle-bound bear bodies falling in heaps before they could assemble in the numbers required to form a proper defence.
”Werewolves, the werewolves attack!” roared a Furbolg with a white paw print on his chest. Two werewolves attacked and were swiftly clubbed aside with absurd strength, the Furblog warrior using [Crush] to shatter their spines.
Howling bloody murder, Kragg fell upon the warrior with claw and tooth. The two fought desperately, while lessor werewolves and reinforcing Furbolgs crashed iinto one another all around them.
The Elder, however, proved an unstoppable force. The tip of the spear, he pierced through the enemy ranks as Harriet directed.