Meanwhile, the Wolf Cavalry who had been driven back fled to their respective tribes, each riddled with bullets, and reported the situation to their chieftain.
"Chieftain, something has definitely gone wrong on the goblins' side. Our cavalry unit went to the border to confirm the situation, but the ones who came out to meet us weren't goblins. They were a cavalry unit riding warhorses that we'd never seen before."
"But the weapons in their hands were very similar to the ones the goblins used before. The Goblin Kingdom may have already been wiped out."
Hearing this, the Werewolf Chieftain sitting inside the tent was visibly moved.
Winter was almost upon them, yet the tribe's food reserves were running low. To get through the winter more safely, they urgently needed to obtain more food.
"Can you confirm what race they are?"
"There's no way to confirm it. Those fellows were completely wrapped in armor, with only their eyes exposed. We couldn't tell at all."
The Werewolf Chieftain's brow immediately furrowed at this.
When the orcs took action, they also valued intelligence, let alone the Werewolf Tribe, which was famous for acting cautiously.
In the Werewolf Chieftain's eyes, the unknown often meant risk.
The goblins were already difficult to deal with. Any force capable of wiping them out would only be stronger.
Their advantage now was that the other side had only recently finished fighting the goblins. Their forces had very likely suffered heavy casualties, giving them a chance to take advantage of the situation.
But the Werewolf Chieftain was clearly still hesitant. He hadn't dared to act rashly.
"Go and invite the chieftains of these few tribes."
Since this was the Orc Alliance, the Werewolf Tribe naturally wasn't the only tribe involved.
At present, with every tribe trying to obtain enough