What the hell was this?
The werewolves stood frozen at the sight before them, all of them wondering if they were dreaming.
Although this world had vampires and werewolves, the two races here were the result of viral infections and genetic mutations, so they lacked the special abilities of the vampires and werewolves from actual history. At most, they could transform, grow wings, and move a little faster than ordinary people, and that was already enough to make them unbearably full of themselves.
But this situation... completely exceeded the werewolves' expectations.
They were starting to question their entire lives, all right?
Who am I? Where am I? What the hell is this?
"Kill them."
Red Ponytail snapped her fingers. The frozen ground immediately cracked apart, and countless undead burst from beneath the earth, lunging straight at the werewolves.
There was nothing much to describe about the whole process. If the undead of the Scourge needed several hundred words to defeat a bunch of werewolves who could not even use magic, then the quality of those undead would be deeply concerning.
Well... Red Ponytail had originally wanted to summon Gilneas and let these werewolves experience what real werewolves were like. But after thinking about it, that would have been far too cruel, so she ultimately decided to follow history and let the Scourge wipe them out...
Lucian did not put up much of a performance either. Although he counted as a highly legendary boss-level figure in this world, he did not even make a splash before being finished off by the Scourge.
Of course, the one who enjoyed this the most was not Red Ponytail, but Frostmourne. It had not fed in a very long time. After all, the worlds Red Ponytail needed to deal with were generally relatively peaceful—places where