The tree elves had only fired two volleys, and the left wing of the black wolves was already leaving a large swath of corpses, beginning to collapse.
But the severe attack on the left wing immediately caught the attention of the head wolves within the pack. These leader wolves controlled their respective groups with low, whimpering growls while loudly howling to alert the more distant wolf lords.
The male wolf.
Suddenly, howls erupted all over the battlefield, responding to each other. Beneath the long whimpering, the dominator hidden in the deepest part of the pack finally raised its massive head— the Druids' sudden attack had disrupted the wolves' offensive— and the king among the wolf pack also realized it, lifting its head.
Letting out a long howl to the sky.
A clear howl, different from all other wolf howls, resonated through the entire battlefield sky. Seen from above, the majestic wolf pack began to turn under the guidance of over a hundred wolf lords.
