CHRONICLE GODSFALL

Wolf Pack

The fire pans had all been lit, and the Blackflag Outpost was completely illuminated by lights and torches. Terror swept through the entire outpost like a storm, spreading from person to person like a plague. The sound of sobs and shouts could be heard everywhere as the terrifying beast wave drew closer.

Beast wave! It was the most terrible natural disaster that existed in the wastelands! It is a unique type of battle for survival that only desert people will face, a battle launched by a large number of hungry mutabeasts against an outpost where many humans gather.

Cloudhawk had just arrived here a month ago, so he naturally had never experienced any of these beast waves personally. However, he had heard some stories about the beast tide from the older mercenaries. Supposedly, most of the human outposts in the wastelands ended up being destroyed by the plague of beast waves. Each wave of animals signifies a baptism that wreaks havoc with blood. Even if the outpost that was attacked was strong enough to withstand the waves of ferocious beasts, it would still suffer great losses and a river of blood would form. Will Blackflag Outpost suffer the same fate as well?

An atmosphere of terror and despair enveloped the outpost. Even Cloudhawk was feeling a bit nervous. He had never experienced a disaster like this before, and he had no idea what he was going to face.

Just as everyone's hearts were in a state of chaos, a series of frenzied growls could be heard rumbling outside in the wilderness. It sounded like a landslide rumbling, like waves crashing on the beach! The terrifying sounds representing pure bloodlust, madness, and brutality all merged together and were then released in a single sound wave. The spiritual pressure they brought themselves was enough to shake even the deepest part of one's soul.

What kind of monstrous creature could make such a terrifying sound? Cloudhawk stared from his position on the wall, and he could vaguely see something. A large number of short and stooped black figures advanced at high speed under the moonlight. They had a pair of dark green eyes that blazed like abyssal flames, and they carried a completely different aura at the cold of the night!

What exactly are these things?! As Cloudhawk wondered to himself, one of the outpost archers holding a bow standing with a bow pulled on one of the archery parapet issued a cry of fear. “Oh, fuck. ROTWOLVES!!”

“Fuck, dammit! I can't even count rotwolves!”

Every outpost soldier was a carefully selected elite soldier. They were reliable in both personal strength and mental fortitude, but when faced with such a frightening sight even people as strong as them could not help shaking as they spoke, revealing the horror they felt. As for the irregular squads? They were even more frightened.

“The derelict land is filled with rotwolves it.”

"Oh my God .. We are all destined."

“There's no way we can beat rotwolves that much. Everyone, run for your life!”

The crew of Lain's various captained warriors immediately began to disperse. Rotwolves are large mutant wolves that roam the desert, and they are given such a name because their flesh is so rotten and poisonous that there is no way to eat it. Most normal mutabeasts weigh about eighty kilograms, but rotwolves do not seem to have an upper weight limit. There were even sightings of large rotwolves weighing five or six hundred kilograms!

These special Mutabeasts were not only brutal, they were also extremely cunning. Any ordinary rotwolf would be suitable for two or three ordinary postal guards in power, but tonight at least seven or eight hundred rotwolves had already appeared. Things look very bleak. No one knew how many more rotwolves were waiting. Even if there were only eight hundred, it would be a disaster for the outpost!

The Other Captain clearly never expected the situation to be this dark. His face paled slightly, and his sword-wielding hand began to tremble, but he still spoke in his hoarse voice to appease his men. “Only a few hundred wolves, while we have several thousand warriors. What are you all afraid of? Wake up!”

But who could maintain their composure in such a situation? Although the outpost housed thousands of soldiers and was protected by defensive lines, who could guarantee that frontline warriors like them would be able to survive? More and more soldiers started to move to escape.

"Farmer!" The Other Captain can find out that the situation will be out of the patrol. He immediately raised his sword high into the air, and the six archers behind him immediately drew their bows. The archers in the watchtower all turned towards him as well. "Kill them!"

Cloudhawk could clearly hear the twang of the bowstring. The first wave of arrows were not aimed at the ferocious beasts outside; they were actually aimed at the fleeing soldiers inside the outpost. The twang! The twang! The twang! Some of the fleeing soldiers let out miserable cries as they fell to the ground. As for the archers, they once again drew their bows and aimed a ruthless arrow at the other direction.

“That's what happened to deserters!” Another Captain's hoarse voice rang out in everyone's ears. “If Blackflag Outpost is destroyed, do you really think you will be able to find another place to live? Hell, without Blackflag Outpost, would any of you be able to survive this abandoned land? Take your fucking gun. We live or die by the outpost! ”

Faced with that tight bowstring, everyone had no choice but to quietly agree. As for Cloudhawk, he felt great respect for the Other Captain. He was truly a valiant and charismatic warrior, and his words were exactly – once Blackflag Outpost fell, would they be able to find another place like that?

He might not like this place, but this is not the time to leave it! He'd rather die than end up being a desert scavenger once again! Cloudhawk tightened his grip on his short sword. He had decided to defend the outpost until the bitter end.

The other Captain's way proved to be quite effective in quelling the chaotic situation. He divided the regular army and put them all over his army, because he knew exactly how unreliable his troops were. Not only could his regular soldiers help smooth out the average level of strength in each section, they could also serve as his supervisory sergeant once the battle began.

The wolf pack was moving closer and closer to the outpost. The night was filled with their long, drawn-out howls. Even the earth trembled slightly as those bloodthirsty mad wolves advanced like a rotten wind, and it was as if a dark fog had appeared around the hearts of those who saw them.

"They're going to attack!"

"Shoot 'em!"

"Shoot 'em!"

Cloudhawk soon heard some rare shots explode in the night air, accompanied by whistles of arrows being fired. Several howls of pain emerged from the wolf pack. Apparently, a number of rotwolves have been exposed.

However, attacks at this level are ineffective as a deterrent. In fact, when the animals smelled the smell of blood and pain coming from their fellow humans, they seemed to be pushed into a greater frenzy. The roar of the pack of wolves was getting fiercer. The battle will soon erupt!

Another Captain ordered his soldiers, “Shoot with gunfire and don't stop! The Rotwolves have no wings. Keep them outside our limits!”

Cloudhawk is very tense. It's just a bunch of wild animals, right? Nothing bad is going to happen. Nothing bad is going to happen! The outpost had a solid defense and had many experts defending it. It also has…

Cloudhawk couldn't even finish his mind to calm down before a voice of fear and despair sounded right next to him!

"LOOK! The sky!"

"What's that in the sky ?!"

The moonlight was covered by what looked like a storm cloud. When Cloudhawk subconsciously raised his head to stare at the sky, his irises instantly shrank. No. It's not a storm cloud. It was a collection of flying creatures that were moving at incredible speed!

Cloudhawk could only see countless pairs of red eyes flashing in the night sky. Judging from their silhouettes, he could hardly tell that they seemed to be extremely large bat-like creatures. Just as the waves of rotwolves struck the outer boundary, the strange winged creature descended from the sky like an untenable tidal wave. They struck like lightning at the outpost guards, and they also struck like lightning against the morale of the outpost.

"The danger! Lie down!" It was unclear who was calling out these words, and it did not really matter; anyone facing a situation like this would almost instinctively lie down. Cloudhawk felt as if a strong wind was blowing past his head, and the entire world seemed to be filled with the sound of flapping wings.

“Aaaah!” One of the soldiers in the watchtower was thrown into the air. Even as he fell to the ground, about twenty black shadows flashed past his body and clawed at him at an incomprehensible speed, with each one tearing apart a portion of his body. His body looked extremely thin like a wet tissue; within five short seconds of his fall, over twenty pieces of flesh were torn from his body as pieces of blood and blood flew everywhere. He shouted in misery as his blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The man landed in front of Cloudhawk. When Cloudhawk was able to see what he was like now, he felt a frozen fear in the depths of his soul. Almost all of the man's flesh was gone, and his ribs were clearly visible. His organs had been ripped from his stomach, and his face was also torn apart. He's completely unrecognizable.

Perhaps because this happened so quickly, the poor bastard was somehow still alive despite having been completely flawed and flawed. A gurgling sound rang out from his throat, and his hands and feet trembled as if he was trying to stand up.

A few seconds ago, he was a healthy and vibrant man. Who could believe that this would happen to him in just a few seconds? What disaster!

The strange giant bat swirled in the air above the outpost. Each wing was over 1.5 meters long, and they had eagle-like claws and sharp beaks that were as dangerous as razors. The outpost was filled with miserable cries as many people suffered injuries in an instant.

This is the kind of bloodthirsty animal that likes to eat carrion! They often follow the scent of the rotwolf group. However, these two different types of mutabeasts would not engage in direct combat with each other. Instead, they would generally reach a tacit agreement to jointly attack a specific target.

As Cloudhawk got up and took two steps forward, the giant bat dove down towards him at high speed, clawing at him with those sharp claws. Sensing the impending danger, Cloudhawk once again fell to the ground, and the giant bat scratched right above him.

Blood rained in the surrounding area, with several pieces of flesh and skin frequently landing. The soldiers in the watchtower responsible for shooting down the wolves were almost instantly torn to shreds and smashed to pieces, with all of them dying from the sudden attack from the giant bat.

They're done! Cloudhawk's heart sank into despair. With the mutated bats launching air strikes and disrupting their rearlines, there was no way the outpost could mobilize their archers and gunners to attack the wolves from afar. As for the hundreds of powerful rotwolves, once they stormed into the outpost, they would deliver a truly destructive blow to the defenders!

What do they have to do? What should they do?!

Cloudhawk stared at the dancing silhouette amidst the chaos. Finally, he understood how weak everyone was in the war. Not even Slyfox or Crazy Dog would be able to do anything at a time like this, let alone him!