When dawn broke over the horizon and cast the reflection of Black Molten City's walls, 540,000 wolf riders had already assembled in the open ground inside the city.
Every dire wolf had been fitted with saddle armor. Some of the armor still retained traces of warmth, as it had only recently been forged.
With the saddle armor in place, the dire wolves' neck shackles were no longer conspicuous. Or rather, they were part of the saddle armor.
One-Eyed Old Wolf was still locked inside an iron cage. Having just eaten breakfast, he was somewhat restless. Although he was not wearing saddle armor, he could tell that the shackle around his neck was part of it. This made him uneasy. His collaborator seemed to have prepared everything long ago.
Orc Hero rode an exceptionally strong dire wolf. Its fur was somewhat black, and whenever the dire wolves hunted in the past, it had always been the alpha charging at the very front.
Everything was ready. Since a victory banquet had been held yesterday evening, a great deal of meat had been consumed, and the alcohol had been completely drained.
The gray orc soldiers had not tasted alcohol for several years, perhaps even longer. Last night, each of them received half a cup. Though it was not enough to satisfy them, they had at least tasted alcohol once more.
The 540,000 wolf riders had reached the peak of 100 morale before even setting out. If Su Xiao let them have breakfast as well, their morale would soar.
Su Xiao did not do that. The gray orc soldiers had already been eating meat for several days, with three filling meals a day and dried fruit after each meal. This had visibly strengthened their physiques. With bodies like theirs, missing one meal was no