"Mutong, how many Gray Wolves did you say came in total just now?"
"Seventy-eight. Why?" Mutong answered without hesitation.
"That's not right. There should've been more than a hundred in total. There are seventy-eight here, and the ones we picked up along the way add up to no more than ten. So where did the remaining dozens go?" Luo Chong asked in confusion.
Mutong was stunned as well. He had been the best at counting in the Han Tribe aside from Luo Chong, and he immediately understood the problem.
"Moo!"
Just then, a beast's mournful howl suddenly came from somewhere farther west in the cavern, startling everyone inside.
"Everyone, stay alert! Hold the entrance. I'm going out to take a look."
After arranging for the tribesmen to use the entrance as a defensive position, Luo Chong slung his bow and arrows over his back, took up his spear, and stealthily headed toward the source of the sound.
About a kilometer farther west of the cavern, on a sunlit hillside, the remaining twenty-seven Gray Wolves appeared. They were the surviving remnants. Based on Luo Chong's deduction, the Wolf Pack might have fallen into internal conflict earlier, slaughtering one another before splitting into two groups.
Actually, this was perfectly normal. A large Wolf Pack like this was merely a motley army that had gathered temporarily for the winter. If the alpha wolf failed to bring enough benefits to the group, then division and infighting were only a matter of time.
At that moment, on this sunlit slope, the small Wolf Pack was surrounding and attacking a huge Thunder Beast.
The Thunder Beast was a close relative of the Woolly Rhinoceros and the Elasmotherium, as well as one of the ancient rhinoceroses. Its entire body was covered in thick, pale-gray skin like armor.