The werewolves ran up the fairly steep valley like horses. Jumping over rocks, jumping while putting hands down, it looked like birds flying. At their unbelievable agility, the soldiers' circular formation stuck closer and became denser.
Commander Gesilian stuck out one step from that formation. He gripped the claymore with both hands instead of shield and longsword.
He had no choice but to take the lead.
"Bulsheben! When battle starts, I leave command of the soldiers to you! Remember that the moment shields lower, everything ends!"
"I receive! Your order!"
"Graaah!!!"
A werewolf that instantly climbed a tree and grabbed a thick branch roared roughly, then kicked off the tree and jumped in. Shot like a thrown spear. The tree tilted and roots popped out a bit as it swayed.
Kwang!
