"It can't be! I'll ...... it myself."

"Boom—" Before Malad could finish speaking, there was a loud bang in the town, and the force of the impact shook the old wooden pillars that supported the roof of the basement, and the wooden beams that lay across the top of the pillars shook violently, and dust fell.

As the commotion intensified outside the house, Frey's heart grew to his throat. He didn't bother to reproach Malad for his dereliction of duty, and ran back to the town square in three steps and two steps. The snow kicked up by the explosion had not yet fallen, and the marching tents and wooden houses were shrouded in snowflakes, not to mention the battle situation, and even the figures could not be seen clearly.

"Whoa—" An unidentified object about the length of a forearm flew out of the snow, tearing through the air and heading straight for Frey's face, and the baron, who had sprang out of nowhere, held the incoming weapon in his mouth, and barked his teeth viciously in front of Frey.

The snow had cleared, and only a few snowflakes were left in the air. The figure of the attacker was visible to Frey, and he was led by a tall man, dressed in cloud-white leather armor similar to that of Ravallen, and with six or seven delicate all-metal axes hanging from a brown strap—exactly the same as the one in the baron's mouth.

"Annoying flies!" Frey cursed as he pulled out the cloud pill, and the baron "crunched" the iron in his mouth before dropping it in the snow.

The attacker removed his hood with his left hand, revealing a cold but murderous face, and several scars running through his cheeks added to his ferocity. He spread his right hand towards Frey and hooked his palm, then took two hand axes from his waist and struck with his chest wide open, laughing at Frey silently with an indifferent expression.

"Enough is enough, you bastards!" Frey charged, swinging his sword, and the baron followed him to the arrogant attacker. One man and one wolf cooperated tacitly, but they couldn't defeat this fierce opponent in a short time.

"Naive. As he spoke, the assailant put his left hand axe on his shoulder against Frey's downward slash, and the blade of his right hand swept against Frey's stomach. The latter stepped back swiftly, and the attacker threw his weapon at him, two axes, one horizontal and one vertical, whirling and slashing at Frey from a tricky angle.

Frey didn't shy away either, and slashed twice in quick succession, flying the powerful blade. "You've stolen all the wood-chopping axes from the village, stupid thief! When you've thrown them away, I'll see what secret tricks you have!" Frey sarcastically said.

A smirk flashed across the attacker's mouth. Without speaking, he silently took off two more axes and rushed towards Frey with a crude gait.

Frei was genuinely eager to take on the attackers, but Cuvaré's fighting qualities far exceeded Idney's predictions. From the outset of the attack, Kutala showed a very different leadership trait, quickly regrouping Kuvalé's formation in the melee, dividing the elite forces into several squads to aid friendly forces, and regaining control of the battlefield with a cup of tea. By the time she led the Frostwolf cavalry to help Frey, the unknown attacker had no choice but to "flee from the wilderness".

"Have you found Lavalen?" Frey asked Kutala reluctantly, looking at the assailant's distant back, and the wild female officer pouted as she wiped her beloved spear, "No, it may have been eaten by some wolf." ”