The terrible wolf howl without warning attracted everyone's attention.

Whether it was the pirates who were slaughtering on a large scale, or the sailors and passengers who fought hard were all attracted by this howl. Although they did not stop their movements, the inexplicable wolf howl still distracted them.

This was followed by several horrific screams, both from the Blackwater pirates and from the Pioneer's sailors. A series of events finally cooled the scorching situation, and the pirates and sailors distanced themselves from their opponents and retreated to the edge of the deck.

As the middle of the deck became empty, everyone discovered the source of the incident—a huge wolf-like creature with long white fur, feeding on several humans lying on top of a pool of blood, while squinting at its surroundings.

Faced with the terrifying monster they had never seen before and the "click" bone cracking sound it made when it chewed, everyone couldn't help but swallow their saliva and clenched the weapons in their hands.

Maybe before that, they had already realized that they had lost their lives, but just looking at the man in the middle of the deck who was lying in a pool of blood with only half of his body left, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

After all, this kind of scene of watching themselves being slowly eaten can scare many timid people to death with just a little brain supplement, let alone see such a cruel picture on the spot.

For a moment, almost all the people present subconsciously leaned back, slowly moving away from this terrifying monster with a bloody face.

Some of the most active minds have already thought of the possible origin of this monster - werewolves, terrifying beings in the mouths of the Adventists, who can plunge ordinary people into the abyss of no recovery with just a single bite.

However, in the Adventist prophecy, these werewolves appeared twenty years after the so-called Scourge of the Dead. However, for them, the humanoid monster with a wolf's head, sharp claws, and sturdy limbs in front of them should obviously be the werewolf described by those who descended.

It is unknown why this terrible werewolf is here, but some of the self-righteous clever ones have turned and rushed towards the junction of the Harbinger and the pirate ship. As long as you escape to the pirate ship, the monster won't chase after you, no matter what, run away first! That's the only thing those people think.

But they apparently forgot one common sense: never leave their backs exposed to wild beasts.

Under the gaze of everyone, a cold light flashed in the werewolf's eyes, and he straightened up suddenly, rushing towards the first group of guys, and his sturdy body left an afterimage in everyone's field of vision.

The pirate who ran last heard the sound of a breaking wind behind him, and before he could turn back, he felt a pain in his heart and lost consciousness.

The brutal werewolf drew its claws that pierced the other's hearts, tossed the corpse aside like garbage, and then rushed towards the fleeing crowd in front of it. Without incident, all six pirates were killed, serving as reserve food for the werewolves.

To make matters worse, not only did the idiots fail to escape, but the bloodthirsty werewolf took the only retreat for everyone on board.

With the experience of the past, when facing the terrible monster with snow-white fur almost stained red with blood again, no one present dared to act rashly, for fear that the next unlucky person would be himself.

Even Roland, who can summon a group of cannon fodder at any time, can't help but be secretly frightened after personally trying the power of this big guy and seeing the speed it shows with his own eyes.

Judging from the performance of this werewolf just now, it may have reached the point of high rank, and it can really be a hundred for ordinary low-level warriors!

Didn't Arugao summon the group of druids who turned into werewolves in the game, so why shouldn't they appear at this time? It stands to reason that Arugao shouldn't be very old now, could it be that the guy who was slandered by the Forsaken as a garbage mage is already capable of summoning werewolves from the Emerald Dream Realm?

Despite all the doubts in his heart, the only thing Roland wants to know now is where the damn mage is now!

Roland cautiously glanced at the crowd, but unfortunately, found nothing.

All that came into his eyes were pale faces of panic and trembling hands that could barely hold their weapons. The scene was quiet, and the sound of werewolves chewing was crisp and loud in the background of the waves.

Although everyone present felt like they were living in the face of great danger, everything actually happened in a matter of minutes. At this point, the sound of fighting and the eerie silence that had disappeared from this deck finally caught the attention of the pirates who remained on the pirate ship.

However, when it comes to facing unknown and terrifying monsters, this group of pirates is clearly not as united as those warriors who have faith. They quietly began to sever the chains that connected the two ships, preparing to disengage from the Harbinger.

With the actions of those pirates, the hull of the Pioneer shook violently, and not only the humans who were nervous and overwhelmed, but even the werewolves who were still majestic before entered the whirlwind with this shaking.

The beast's brain, which was indistinguishable, made it impossible for the big creature to comprehend what was going on, but the beast's instinct made it the quickest moves.

It stretched out its two sharp front paws and thrust them into the wooden deck, crouching on the ground like a real wolf. Even if his whole body swayed from side to side with the Harbinger, it didn't make him move a bit.

Compared to the immobile werewolves, the humans who were still panicking before were unlucky, and almost half of them lay down on the deck in the midst of this sudden change. However, thanks to these unfortunate bastards, the elven paladins finally found their scattered companions from the crowd that suddenly seemed empty.

However, there seems to be another guy present, Roland, who has the same purpose. Just as he kept his balance and approached the defensive formation of Lotherma, Liadline, and the female knight, a wolf howl suddenly sounded behind him, followed by a scream and the sound of wild running.

Hearing the loud noise coming from behind his head, Roland didn't hesitate, directly picked up the holy energy, turned around and crossed the sword.

Clang!

Two sharp front claws slammed into his sword, but perhaps it was the werewolf's difficulty in exerting force on the shaky deck, and the collision was nothing compared to the force he had felt before.