A death cry rang out in the general

A death cry rang out in the general area where the soldiers collected their war trophies.

When Cox turned in the direction of the screams, he saw a group of large white wolves jumping out of the forest, and his terrified subordinates scattering in all directions.

No, the sight before him was that of humans becoming the prey.

The wolves growled excessively, giving the surrounding men a close up view of their fangs before they went in for a bite.

Although they were over two meters tall, the wolves were rather agile, and their fangs and strong jaws would be the end of any soldier that acted carelessly.

The magicians tried to fight back using magic, but the wolves detected the danger and before long nearly all the magicians had been torn to shreds.

Those who tried to fight them off with swords found that the wolves’ bodies dispersed when they were fatally injured before the soldiers heads were torn off from behind.

The people that sent Juliana’s group to hell a little while ago were now dragged into a hell of their own, and Cox could only stare in shock.

“Haunting Wolves………:

The large man beside Cox spoke the name of hell’s messengers in utter amazement.

Hearing the monsters’ name cause Cox mind to start back up and he started to give out orders.

“All troops withdraw!!! Regroup at the rendezvous site!!! Heavy knight units, raise your shields and toss away all other supplies!! Release the horse as decoys!!”

The soldiers that heard the orders retreated as fast as possible.

The heavy knight unit dismounted and removed their luggage from their horses. After whipping the sides of the horses, the knights took out a shield from their bags. To increase the speed of the retreat, the small number of people with large shields joined into a defensive formation.

“Retreat!! Retreat!!!”

Since time was precious and he still needed to survive Cox gave the order to retreat again and again.

“Shit! How many of them are there?!!

One of the soldiers who had managed to survive until now was attacked by fifteen Haunting Wolves, but it was unknown how many were actually real.

“I’ve heard that Haunting Wolves can control two or three illusions at the same time. Perhaps they can make five or more though……”

Cox let out a curse as a nearby subordinate gave his thoughts on the matter.

Holding up shields while retreating, the few that managed to escape the death god’s grasp were forming into large groups reminiscent of their actual military units. The joyful expressions they had while hunting for treasures were absent now.

As for the haunting wolves, they left the bodies around the carriage alone since they weren’t showing any signs of life.

Before long, the site could no longer be recognized as a place where an ambush took place. Once they withdrew from the forest, the tension finally broke, causing the soldiers to collapse one after another.

Cox sighed as fatigue finally overtook him and the tension he had been feeling lessened. He turned to look at the remnants of his troops.

However, he could only curse and sigh again at the fact that the battle with the guards and the attack of the haunting wolves had cost him more than half of his men.