Gra!!
Growling, three wolves lunged toward him with gleaming claws, ready to rip him apart.
Boom!
A loud boom echoed as Cristian shot forward and smashed the first wolf's head into the asphalt ground, causing it to crack while blood flowed from the head of the whimpering werewolf.
Cristian's speed was like a flash because the difference in stats was massive. The mainstream level in this camp was level 10, while the elites were at level 15 to 20.
The wolf turned back into a man before he breathed his last.
"Call the Mayor NOW!" a man at the door of the wolf's den barked at his 21-year-old son, who scrambled toward the cage where the birds were.
Whimpering, growls, and grunts pierced disrupted the peaceful air of the night. Swinging his axe horizontally, Cristian split a wolf into two, turned to his back, and opened his palms.
An arrow, formed from an icy black mist, shot into the eye of the wolf running toward him.
