In particular, there were more than ten figures that were five to six meters tall at the very front. Furthermore, silver-white hair grew on their necks. They were not ordinary werewolves, but kings or nobles. Each of them was the leader of a village or even several villages.
The dozen silver-maned werewolves were holding huge maces in their hands, and their eyes were filled with ferocity. They stopped a thousand meters away from the Starlight Canopy and stared coldly at North City as if they were sizing up the target they were about to attack.
"There are so many werewolves! I'm afraid there are at least tens of thousands. Werewolves had died at the hands of the Kingdom of Dawn in the past, but the number was far less than the current batch."
"What a swift movement! Werewolves are terrifyingly speedy and powerful, especially in terms of recovery. Such an enemy is extremely difficult to deal with."
