A burst of gunfire rang out, and less than five meters in front of Lord Crowley, a huge blood-toothed werewolf fell to the ground, blood streaming from the corners of its mouth, and bullets piercing its heart, inflicting crushing damage. For the first time, Ares saw the power of the Azeroth dwarven muskets, which were far more powerful than human bows and arrows.

But there was no time to look at the weapons, Ares had to rush to the front, in the alleyway on the side of the canal, where a large number of blood-toothed werewolves had gathered, and Crowley's soldiers could not break through.

The corpses of the Gilneth infantry were stacked at the feet of these werewolves, and some of the blood-toothed werewolves even trampled the Gilneth infantry under their feet, tearing their flesh with their bare hands, causing them to let out a cry of pain.

"This herd!"

The scene in front of him made Ares resentful, completely dehumanized.

"In the name of the Light! Warriors of Gilneis, follow me and charge! ”

"The Light is above!"

Ares shouted, the banner fluttering, the Ember Bringer roaring. Mounted on his heavily armed warhorse, Ares raised his sword and charged. The power of the Light was converging, and the warriors of Gilneth were shrouded in a golden light. Following the alien leader, he charged.

The blood-fanged werewolves let out a terrifying howl.

But this still could not stop the holy charge of the paladin, the war horse rushed into the pile, the golden light bloomed from the wolves, the moment the war horse was pushed down by the werewolves, Ares jumped off the horse, the ash messenger drew an astonishing arc in the air, the werewolves who came up were immediately slaughtered, their limbs fell from the air like snowflakes, and the screams lingered in the wolves. Blood stained the ground beneath Ares' feet.

The valor of the paladins once again inspired the Gilneth soldiers, who put on heavy helmets, clenched their spears, and charged forward desperately.

The Bloodfang Werewolf also fought back like crazy, the spear of the Gilneth soldier pierced the chest of the Bloodfang Werewolf, and the still gasping Bloodfang Werewolf grasped the spear and slapped the Gilneth hoplite with the other hand. Those Gilneth hoplites, even with heavy helmets, couldn't stop the werewolf's bloodthirsty furiousness.

Many of the Gilneys infantry were knocked to the ground by the bloodthirsty werewolves, and the armor could not save their lives, and the blood-fanged werewolves took off the helmets of the Gilnes infantry and pounced on them to bite wildly. Until blood kept pouring out of that pile of rotten flesh......

A werewolf who was about to pounce on Ares was stabbed in the chest by Ares' sword, and the fallen greatsword bit into the flesh and pierced the heart, and the werewolf's heartbeat immediately stopped. Ares then pulled out the Ember Bringer with great force, and lowered the Bloodfang Werewolf to the ground.

Gianna's ice arrow passed through Ares, shooting through the head of another blood-toothed werewolf! Blood splattered out.

The situation is just as Ares said before the battle, and the Ember Messenger will prove its strength. On the battlefield, a magician is worth half an army.

With the cooperation of Gianna and Ares, the blood-toothed werewolf fought and retreated. The Cathedral of the Holy Light, just around the corner! Victory is not far away!

…………

"Father, we can't stand it anymore!"

On the battlefield of the North Gate, Prince Liam shouted loudly. Blood and sweat were dripping down his face, and the werewolves around him had formed a circle, but the King's Guard was still unable to break through the bloodfang's werewolf defenses.

"There are too many of them, and their combat effectiveness is too tenacious!"

Liam shouted again. But his father, King Jean of Gilne. Greymane still wouldn't give up, anger and hatred written across his ravine-edged face. The werewolf curses, he must destroy it! Wipe it out completely!

"Keep attacking!"

Jean roared, drew his sword, and charged at the forefront.

A blood-toothed werewolf pounced on him, and was shot in the head by the old king, and blood splattered from the werewolf's forehead. When the other werewolf pounced, Jean stabbed him in the eye with a sharp sword. The werewolf wailed in pain, but Jean didn't give him time to scream, then pulled out another pistol and shot it down. The bullet pierced the head, sending a black mist of blood up again.

But more soldiers could not withstand the bite and culling of the werewolf, and a distorted werewolf in front of him even bit off the arm of one of the Gilneys infantrymen like a real beast, and then put that arm to his mouth like a trophy, and let the blood drip on the soldier's face.

"Damn brute."

Jean roared loudly and was about to rush to finish off the beast. But Liam stood in his way. "Let me fix it, father."

The prince swore solemnly.

Liam then drew his sword from the dead wolf's body and held a pistol in one hand. He fired a shot at the bloodthirsty werewolf, but missed. The werewolf spat out the stump from his mouth and jumped into the alley.

"You guys, come with me."

Liam commanded.

Several soldiers of King Gilneth's guard gathered and followed the prince up. From the northern peaks, another cold wind blew, and a thick fog once again enveloped the entire city of Gilneis.

With dwarven muskets in hand, Liam cautiously advanced, however, they soon became disconnected from the main army. Fog rose all around, and the thick fog seeped in from both sides of the alley.

"Damn it."

Liam cursed resentfully. Such a dense fog is extremely disadvantageous for human soldiers, but it is advantageous for werewolves. Even without sight, they can still locate their own kind and enemies through their sense of smell. Humans, on the other hand, don't have such a good sense of smell.

"Liam!"

Jean roared loudly in the square, he couldn't see his son, and he was anxious.

……

There was the sound of teeth chewing flesh and bones.

"There! It's there! ”

Liam shouted, and he strode up, running in the direction from which the sound had come from, the sword on his back making a faint grinding sound as it jolted.

However, upon reaching the source of the sound, the sound disappeared again, leaving only a few shattered human corpses in sight. Liam clenched his pistol tightly, sweating profusely from his palms due to nervousness. In the next second, a terrifying roar sounded, and one of the king's guards behind Liam was thrown to the ground by the huge blood-toothed werewolf, biting his throat with one bite!

Liam immediately raised his pistol and fired a shot at the werewolf, but it didn't hit the fatal part, and the next second, the wounded blood-toothed werewolf pounced frantically at Liam, Prince of Gilneis......