The werewolves looked at each other and didn't know what to do.
The next moment, a flame flew over and stopped them from hesitating.
The werewolves' general frowned again, looking at the werewolves who had burned to ashes again.
He couldn't let the cardinal defeat his army's confidence. Otherwise, the werewolves would retreat before the war even started.
He took down the broadsword on his back and threw it at Monn after inserting Holy energy in it.
Monn, who was playing with flame, suddenly heard something was cutting through the air to him.
He turned around and saw a huge dark blue broadsword coming towards him.
It was getting bigger and bigger in his sight.
However, Monn was not nervous at all.
He gently lifted Elendil and blocked the broadsword's attack.
The sound of metal clashing that everyone expected to hear was nowhere to be heard.
