Moonlight Fortress was filled with the mingled smells of charred flesh and blood. The enemy corpses had already been dealt with, and the Wolf Cavalry had taken over Moonlight Fortress.
The fortress was bustling. The Treants and demons who had arrived later had just entered the city when a Treant and a demon got into a dispute.
With the gray orcs egging them on, the Treant and demon were about to fight. The gray orcs had surrounded them, shouting and hollering, while the new dire wolves had hidden to one side.
"Enemy spotted!"
A Wolf Cavalry soldier standing on the city wall shouted. The city gates immediately opened. That was right—the Wolf Cavalry's style was never to defend a city. Charging out to clash head-on with the enemy was their style.
Or rather, the Wolf Cavalry simply could not defend a fortress. They were all melee fighters. They had powerful strengths, but they had weaknesses as well.
The Wolf Cavalry's only ranged option was to fire Elven bows. As for their accuracy, it was better left unmentioned. Whether the arrows flew out or the bows did depended on luck.
In terms of actual combat value, the Wolf Cavalry using bows was inferior to picking up large stones and throwing them down from the walls. The gray orcs' talent with bows was most likely negative.
The force approaching Moonlight Fortress was indeed an enemy army, but it consisted of only a few thousand people. They were leading enormous beasts resembling rhinoceroses and pulling wooden carts loaded with large quantities of food.
The Wolf Cavalry charged out of Moonlight Fortress and surrounded the several-thousand-strong Elven force.
Facing the Wolf Cavalry, each member reeking of blood, the Elves grew somewhat flustered. They were a logistics unit—when had they ever seen such ferocious Wolf