The remaining beastmen were so angry their noses were crooked; no matter how stupid they were, they knew that Snow Wolf was intentionally toying with them.
This time they completely lost track of the opponent, so they could only temporarily rest to reorganize, treat their injured companions, and deal with the remaining body parts of the companions eaten by magic beasts.
A depressing atmosphere enveloped the entire beastman army.
These warriors were all close soldiers who obeyed Doan; usually, following him earned them considerable profit, and their status in the Kingdom was higher than other warriors. When had they ever suffered such a huge loss?
More than half of the leading close soldiers had died; only one remained, a vice-general from the Leopard tribe whom Doan usually trusted very much. At this moment, he tried to rally their spirits, commanding the warriors to clean up the battlefield.
