After hearing those words, all the people stared at each other. The trust they previously held in their eyes now seemed to have been replaced by doubt and greed, though some looked at each other in horror and confusion.
"No, we can't fight each other. If you wish, I can fight against two other races; just don't make us fight each other. All of them are like my brothers; they are definitely stronger than most of the rulers of other races.
Do you really wish to kill them all?" the werewolf king, named Maximus, screamed. He was the one who seemed the most enraged and regretful.
Even the other members of his race that stood beside him looked at one another with complex emotions.
There was no way that the guardians were going to change the round; they all knew it, and they can't attack each other, so they were left with only one choice. Since the werewolf race had not formed any alliance, the king was too proud, so all ten were from his race.
