Second Orc War (24)

Neither of them had expected the werewolves to stand atop humanity's border fortress.

Standing alongside the nobles.

"Mr. Draco, send the signal to Your Majesty. We don't have much time. It would be bad if that foxman became alert."

Draco bared his fangs as he looked at the humans around him. He was deeply uncomfortable and badly wanted to bite through their throats.

Fortunately, as a Legendary werewolf, he still possessed self-control. Tonight, Call of the Wild would not make him lose his reasoning at such a crucial moment.

Awooo—

A long wolf howl rang across the evening Snow Plains, followed by countless more howls.

After hearing it, Werewolf Monarch Aton let out a howl as well.

"My people, attack!"

"Awooo!!!"

As the howls grew louder and louder, the beastliness within those gray-furred werewolves was actively stirred. They raced across the Snow Plains, but halfway there, the moon overhead turned bewitching. Under Call of the Wild, every werewolf completely became a berserk monster.

They bit madly and slaughtered every different race before them. The first to suffer were the other orc tribes charging ahead of them, closest to the Northern Great Wall Fortress.

Orcs did kill one another, but a sight like this still astonished Count Pascal and King MacReynolds.

"Mr. Draco, it's your turn."

"Ulf, remember your mission."

Ryan spoke. Draco howled, transformed into a direwolf, and leaped down from the Northern Great Wall Fortress. On the other side, Ulf and the other people of Gam likewise turned into wolf-beasts.

"As you command, my lord."

Ulf howled and led dozens of berserkers after Draco.

On the battlefield.

The berserk Werewolf Army slaughtered more than a hundred thousand orcs. No orc could stand against them. Even Shatterbone was baffled by the sight.

"The werewolves have been afflicted by a terrible