Those silhouettes were none other than the villagers that Uncle Nine had sent over. They were wearing the same attire as the Cave Wolves Mercenary Group. None of them had magical beasts. They had only been with the Cave Wolves Mercenary Group for a short period of time. Du Lang had asked his brothers to take care of them during the battle so that they would not be injured.
"Don't go!" Du Lang was shocked when he saw the dozens of people rushing towards Fantasy Devil City's team. Those few people had no battle aura or magic. Other than their strength, they were practically ordinary people. There were twenty plus people and twenty intermediate-level magical beasts on the opposing side. And none of them were to be trifled with. If they were to rush over, they would undoubtedly be sending themselves to their deaths!
"You bastards, you're too much!" However, those villagers did not care about Du Lang's warning and rushed over while roaring.
