Wolf Pack Attack

"What?"

Paimon, still dizzy, hadn't registered what had happened.

"Run!"

Forced to run, Paimon glanced back. Instantly, an icy chill shot from the base of his tail to the crown of his head, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Run, Will!"

A large group of wolves was slowly emerging from the direction of the hot springs, their blood-red eyes fixed on the two of them.

"Awooooo~~~~"

A massive, pure white giant wolf slowly emerged from the depths of the pack. Its crimson eyes gazed at the fleeing pair and let out a howl into the night sky.

After the Wolf King's howl, the pack howled a few more times at the night sky before charging after the two.

Listening to the wolf howls behind him, Havent swore he had never run so fast in his life. Paimon, beside him, no longer looked drunk; his mouth was wide open, his tongue hanging out.

Merchant Guild Camp

Wells, after finishing his patrol of his mercenary group's defense perimeter, ambled back to the campfire. Baki and a few squad members were setting up a large pot to cook. He scanned the surroundings, but couldn't find his nephew and Havent, so he asked, "Hey~ Baki, where did those two little guys go? Why aren't they helping?"

"I'm not too sure, Commander. I haven't seen them at all just now. Maybe they went to play nearby."

Wells sat on a wooden stump, took out his wine pouch, and took a long drink.

"This playful Paimon. When Will first arrived, he was such a fine young man. Paimon corrupted him. When he gets back, I'm definitely going to give his backside a good spanking."

Baki, who had finished setting up, walked over to a nearby carriage and took out a pile of food from a bag.

"Commander, Paimon is still young. It's normal for him to be a bit playful. In a few more years, once he gets married, he'll be a fine, upstanding young man."

Wells took a hearty bite of the smoked meat Baki tossed him. Then, as if remembering something, he shook his head helplessly.

"Sigh~ If only he'd put a little more effort into training, he would have become a Tier 1 Warrior by now, and I could have relaxed a bit."

"Take it slow, Commander. Children grow up fast. My youngest son, I don't see him for a few months, and he's already different."

As the two were chatting, a mercenary on the watchtower built on the cargo truck seemed to have spotted something.

"Captain, Paimon and Will are running back."

Seeing the two waving frantically towards the camp, the sentry turned and said to Wells, who was sitting by the campfire.

Baki also sat down with a wine cup.

"See? They're running back. Young people really have a lot of energy."

"It's bad! Wolves are coming! Commander, Captain, Paimon and Will have a lot of wolves behind them~"

Wells, who had been about to complain about raising children with his old friend, shot up and hurried out of the camp.

Meanwhile

Havent felt his lungs were about to leap out of his throat after running nearly two thousand meters. Paimon, beside him, was already foaming at the mouth.

The wolf pack behind them didn't seem in a hurry to attack, maintaining a distance of twenty meters.

At this moment, the people in the camp also saw the two of them and the large pack of wolves behind them.

Wells, standing outside the camp, saw the two being chased by the wolves and was extremely anxious. He grabbed a longsword from the carriage and rushed forward.

"Run faster, keep running!"

As the two ran into the welcoming crowd, they immediately collapsed on the ground, gasping for air like two fish just pulled from the water.

Seeing the wolves gathering outside, everyone quickly carried the two into the camp. Wells was relieved when he saw no injuries on them.

He quickly walked onto the platform built on the cargo truck to observe the situation outside. After a rough visual estimate, Wells felt a prickle of fear. The number of wolves gathered was about five to six hundred.

"Faster, faster, move! Get the obstacles in place!"

"Boys, move, move! Light the fires, quickly! Throw them around the tents! Wells, Wells, come here!"

The leader of the Oath of Iron Shield mercenary group, standing on another wooden tower, waved to Wells. Wells, after arranging his own defenses, walked towards the center of the camp.

"Damn it, why are there so many wolves? We've traveled this road so many times, and nothing like this has ever happened."

By the time Wells arrived, the leaders of the Blood Wolf mercenary group, Ada, the leader of the Oath of Iron Shield, Batila, and the caravan's manager, Dida, were already there.

"Commanders, what should we do? What do we do now?"

The caravan's leader, whether from nervousness or fear, had sweat constantly dripping from his forehead. His curly hair, soaked by sweat, lay limply on his head, making him look particularly comical with his round face. However, no one was in the mood to laugh at this moment.

"Mr. Dida, there's no need to be nervous. With your caravan's guards and our three mercenary groups, facing these wolves won't be a problem."

Batila said reassuringly to the caravan's person in charge. Ada, the leader of the Blood Wolf mercenary group, also nodded and said in a gruff voice, "Mr. Dida, rest assured. With us here, these ordinary wild wolves can't break in. If they dare to come up, we'll just kill a batch of them, and the rest won't dare to come. We'll be safe by morning."

Hearing the commanders' promises, the caravan's manager breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his cheeks with a handkerchief.

"That's great. Thank you all so much. When we reach our destination, I'll definitely give you extra rewards."

"You're too kind, Mr. Dida. This is what we should do."

Hearing that the employer was willing to pay more, the three guild leaders quickly reassured him.

"Guild Leader! Guild Leader! Look quickly, by Tyr, what is that?"

Upon hearing the sentry's warning from the watchtower, the three guild leaders rushed up and soon saw what the sentry was referring to.

They saw nearly a hundred snow-white wolves emerging from behind the wolf pack. As the white wolves drew closer, Wells's face twitched uncontrollably, and he muttered to himself, "Merciful Earth Mother Goddess, how can there be so many Wind Wolves?"

But what shocked the three of them even more than these nearly a hundred Wind Wolves was a colossal figure slowly emerging from the darkness behind the Wind Wolves. Its scarlet eyes sent a tremor of unease through Wells.

"This is—"

Ada, the leader of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, trembled as he clearly saw the giant creature.

"It's a Mid-tier Magical Beast, Death's Howl!!!!"

As the largest magical wolf drew nearer, the three exchanged wry smiles. It seemed tonight was destined to be a difficult one.

"Guild Leader Ada, Guild Leader Batila, please arrange your respective defenses. It looks like we're in for a tough fight tonight."