The scorching sun hung high.
But the werewolves, who according to legend only appeared on nights of a full moon, seemed completely unaffected. Their sharp claws gouged grooves into the tamped earth walls as they climbed up with both hands and feet.
Governor Rumi's personal guard widened his eyes: "Lord Governor, these Tatars are nothing short of monsters that have sold their souls to the Devil!"
Rumi raised an eyebrow: "What? Are you scared?"
The personal soldier was stunned, realizing that although he was shocked, he felt no panic deep down.
Under normal circumstances, who wouldn't be afraid of such terrifying creatures besieging the city? Only those of them who had been with Rumi for a long time would barely be able to pick up their weapons and fight.
Those town militia who had been newly recruited for less than half a month would be considered brave if they didn't wet their pants in fright.
