In the nighttime forest, scattered flames lit up the brutal battlefield between humans and Wargs.
Allen, whose ambush had just succeeded, had no further chance to pursue the Wolf Leader. Left with no choice, he led his men in switching targets.
They began shooting the hungry wolves locked in combat with the humans. After two volleys, more than twenty additional Wargs had died at their hands.
Their rapid killing inevitably drew the attention of other enemies.
After finishing off the humans before them, dozens of creatures with blood dripping from their mouths scattered at a strange howl, then rushed toward Allen.
Allen and his men, who were preparing their third volley, spotted them immediately and trained their bows on them.
The charging Wargs had not expected human archers to remain so accurate in a head-on confrontation. They fell along the way, leaving only a dozen or so to reach the humans.
Facing them, Allen lowered his Rune Bow, swiftly drew the Greatsword from his back, and charged forward.
Seeing Allen coming straight at them, the three leading Wargs lunged at him one after another, their eyes blood-red.
Allen met the first Warg head-on, holding his Greatsword in both hands and preparing to thrust. The instant it reached him, he drove the blade forward, having judged the distance precisely.
As the Warg's bloodthirsty gaze turned to panic, the sharp point pierced upward into its open mouth. The tip continued upward, churning through its brain until it struck the hard skull.
Using the force of the collision between blade and Warg, Allen quickly steadied himself. Then he pulled upward with both hands, wrenching the Greatsword from the head of the fallen Warg with such force that he raised it above his head.
Allen twisted to the right, stepped back, and delivered a