Five Silver Wolves, like a silver arrowhead, violently plunged into the masses of white bones. The formation composed of hundreds of skeletons had significant depth, but it still couldn't stop the charge of the Silver Wolves. Under the fierce impact, skeletons were sent flying in droves; some shattered mid-air, falling to the ground in fragments, while others, still intact, couldn't reenter the attack in time. The Silver Wolves swept past the skeletons like a gust of wind on the plains, not pausing for a moment.
"Haha, this feeling is incredible," Catherine, riding atop a wolf, shouted loudly against the oncoming gale, "This is a true knight's battle, a true knight's joy."
