That night, the refugees and Scavengers eager to steal the grain made a discovery—the Guards had withdrawn.
'Doesn't that mean this land, farmed by these idiots, is our personal buffet?'
But before they could get excited, massive Silver Wolves suddenly appeared, blocking their path to the maize fields.
"AWOOO!"
Seven or eight high-ranking Silver Wolves growled in unison.
A natural sonic pressure washed over the crowd.
"Run!"
"The monsters are eating people!"
"Get away!"
"Mommy!"
"..."
The crowd, whether at the front or the back, turned as one and fled in every direction in a scene of utter chaos.
And that was with the Silver Wolves holding back. Otherwise, a few more roars, and the common folk would have lost control of their bladders and bowels, fainting in droves.
Carriage after carriage rolled in from the Outer City, and farmers carrying sickles, back-baskets, and other tools hopped down.
