The dazed winter wolf pack was regrouping in front of the centaurs, like a snow wave. They would soon come together and surge forward, mercilessly engulfing Wade and his men.
Antitina, Kulan, and Queniel all turned back to look in that direction. Not far away, Otin did the same. There were only a few Erune knights and nobles left behind him, but at this moment, clearly no one could make a sound.
There was a time when Erune also had a spirit of pursuing such faith.
Count Otin instinctively tightened his grip on his sword.
He turned back to Roborun—whether it was divine favor or simply good luck, that fat man had somehow lasted until now—and said, "Count Roborun, the envoy is entrusted to you."
"Me?" Roborun was stunned. "Count Otin, what are you trying to do?"
Otin turned back expressionlessly. For the first time, a particular flame not seen before burned in his eyes. He pointed the shining Commander's Sword forward and shouted clearly:
"Knights of Erune—!"
