After this group of strangers appeared on the battlefield, the tide of battle changed dramatically.
General Field witnessed their formidable power. Those ferocious giant wolves could barely withstand a single attack from the strangers.
The strangers' assault could only be described as brutal. General Field watched as a Spellcaster raised her hand, and a freezing blizzard descended from the sky upon the densest part of the wolf pack.
The wolves were not frozen into ice. Instead, they were smashed directly into fragments, which then turned into smoke and vanished.
Under their utterly unreasonable assault, the giant wolves were swiftly wiped out, and the crisis threatening to annihilate his army was successfully averted.
As General Field breathed a sigh of relief, he also began wondering where these powerful Spellcasters and warriors had come from.
Countless mysterious organizations flashed through his mind, but none of them had Spellcasters who wore such bizarre headpieces—let alone more than one.
General Field walked toward the nearest Spellcaster. She wore a Deep Blue robe, its patterns exquisitely crafted. It was clearly an expensive mage robe.
"Thank you for coming to our aid." General Field thanked the Spellcaster, and she turned around.
General Field had wanted to express his gratitude to these benefactors with proper seriousness, but while the Spellcaster was indeed wearing a costly robe, she also had a fluffy white cat headpiece on her head.
The headpiece was enormous, nearly as wide as the Spellcaster's shoulders. The cat's eyes were round and bulging, while its mouth was a simple inverted triangle.
General Field's cheek twitched. He held back a laugh and extended his hand toward the Spellcaster, but then he suddenly noticed a line of text above her head.
It was not an illusion. General Field saw a line of words above the cat headpiece.