Everyone turned back, seeing the envoy knights chasing after two silver-grey magic wolves amidst screams, but they were too slow. The attacked noble only let out a short scream before having his throat pierced by snow-white sharp teeth—his cries abruptly ceased—people watched helplessly as the two wolves dragged the human corpse into the vast white mist.
"How did they get here!" Count Oting roared in that direction: "How did you let them in, are you all fools!"
Limping!
Direct descendants of Fog Howl!
Brand watched that noble kicking his legs as he disappeared into the thin mist, and his eyelids twitched slightly. Sure enough, it was that guy. He immediately waved his hand, gritting his teeth and shouted: "Everyone, close together, those guys are invisible in the fog!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two streams of mist passed by the young men nearby.
"Watch out!"
