Chapter 374 - Volume 3
Chapter 153 – Final assault, Blockade of Wolves
Brendel did not know what his allies were thinking of him.
He merely led them forward with each passing second. The slaughter of the wolves made time seem to stretch. The Centaurs’ armors were stained red with fresh blood, from the Winter Wolves, their own, as well as their allies, with each layer stacking on top of their bright silver armors. The several hundred men walked beside a frozen narrow mountain stream.
Two high cliffs were on each side covering half the sky, with a narrow exit at the end of their vision.
The Blockade of Wolves.
There was another white wave rushing at them. More than a thousand wolves poured out from the exit, and the large Winter Direwolves raised their upper bodies towards the sky and howled. White fur expanded against the wind and made them all the more fearsome. The ground rumbled as the wolves split into three groups. Snow was agitated like boiling water as large claws dug into the ground. It was as though a trident was hurled towards the group of Centaurs.
But the wolves in the center slowed down, while the wolves on either side bolted across the forest trees, appearing as though they were jaws closing on each end as they attempted to surround their preys.
Quinn raised his hand, and the Tree Elves shot their arrows. The time for them to draw, aim, and shoot took no more than two seconds. Their actions were as natural, quick, and were used to firing at will. Hardly anyone shot at the same target and the volley of arrows was more like scattered raindrops across the flanking wolves.
At some point in time, they went back to guard the rear and flanks to minimize the casualties to the rest of them from Wydall’s orders. When the final man amongst them crossed the narrow exit, the Centaur Chieftain and his men raised his lance and stood there.
The Centaurs created a wall to seal off the exit.
With their lives.
“Wydall!” The youth was startled. This was not his original plan.
The Centaur Elder turned back momentarily and made a gesture. The humans did not understand them, but Brendel did.
The denizens of the forest would understand.
“We are the children of the forest—”
Brendel’s pupils shook and he held his breath.