By now, the area around Wilderness Town had long since become a playground for the Warg Riders. Leading them was Azog's subordinate, the Half-orc Azog.
Every night over the past few days, more than a thousand Warg Riders had circled Wilderness Town at a safe distance, running and howling without rest.
They wanted to keep piling pressure on the humans inside and fill them with fear.
During the day, they hid in the nearby forest, staring hungrily toward Wilderness Town.
If anyone dared step outside those walls, they would launch an ambush without hesitation.
The furious Azog would not let a single human leave the town. He intended to trap them behind those high walls until they died.
In truth, that was about all he could manage.
As light cavalry, the Warg Riders were exceptionally good at raiding human villages. They could overrun a village in a short time and bring tremendous terror to its inhabitants.
But with their light equipment, they had no way to sink their teeth into Wilderness Town and its complete defensive walls.
They did not even dare approach. The Warg carcasses near the walls were proof enough.
In fact, when Azog first received his orders from Azog, Wilderness Town had not been his target.
He had chosen Horse-herding Village. As an outstanding Warg Rider from Mount Gundabad, he knew the surrounding area very well.
Horse-herding Village not only lacked defensive walls, but also had fat Sheep and warhorses with firm, meaty flesh. Azog and his mount had been salivating over them for a long time.
In the past, however, his forces had been weak. Whenever he came near, the Twilight Knights chased him all over the place like a dog.
Now his forces had grown stronger. It was time for revenge and slaughter.
But when