Awooo--!
Central plains of the Galliot Duchy, outside a forward camp that had just set up a bonfire for rest after a day-long trek.
As the bright moon gradually rose, pairs of eerie green eyes lit up in the dark, primitive forest, accompanied by piercing howls.
These were packs of forest wolves, one of the most dangerous predators in these woods.
Ah!
Two screams echoed in the darkness.
"Not good, it's Fitch and Kaim who went to fetch water! Battle stations!"
The leader of the advance team, allocating watch duties, leaped up and swiftly gathered over a hundred team members to organize a defense around the camp.
"Don't panic, open fire!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!...
Bright streaks of fire flickered in the forest, and one hungry wolf after another, hoping to taste a meal under the cover of night, fell before their barrels.
Among them, the gunmen wielding "Georgia Rifles" stood out the most.
