"Whoosh-"
A fireball blazing red, wrapped in a faint layer of blue-green light, traced a bright arc through the night sky and landed on the tundra about a thousand meters ahead of the camp.
"Boom-"
The moment the fireball struck the ground, it erupted in a deafening explosion, sending a brilliant flash across the sky.
Along with the flash and the explosion came faint, agonized wolf howls.
A closer look revealed countless figures thrown into the air amid the distant flames, then blasted apart in every direction.
"These werewolves lined up so tightly, they've saved us a lot of trouble." Hogan lowered his binoculars and nodded in satisfaction.
Beside him, Baron Franklin looked up with a complicated expression at the glowing magic shells streaming through the sky toward the distance. Then he turned to the Xinfei Merchant Guild Guards operating the various military magic machinery around the camp's perimeter and said nothing.
This operation had been planned before they even set out, so of course he knew perfectly well that the werewolves of the Wolverine Werewolf Tribe would sneak up on the caravan tonight.
After all, he had been the one to warn Hogan about it.
When the beastmen living on the northern tundra encountered a human caravan, their first reaction would certainly not be to communicate or trade, but to rob it.
When Baron Franklin saw the vast quantities of desperately needed everyday supplies that the Xinfei Merchant Guild's caravan had brought, he knew they would never easily pass up such easy prey delivered right to their doorstep.
The werewolf who had driven them away earlier had merely wanted to choose a better moment to carry out the robbery.
Hogan had even asked Baron Franklin about this. Since they were such irresistible prey to these beastmen, why hadn't they