“Your pack. Call it,” Eugene said.

“All right, Dark Lord,” Wolfgan answered before stretching his neck and uttering a long cry. During their trip together, he changed the way he addressed Eugene.

Awwwoooooooooo~~!!!

Vigor and strength could be felt in the resounding roar, and it echoed all the way through the wide fields and gentle hills to the Perseus Mountains in the distance. After uttering a few more cries that were calling his kind, Wolfgan turned his head. “They will be here soon.”

“I understand.”

However, soon passed, and no one came. Only a few beowulfs lived among humans and other races, and the majority of them lived in the wild. For them, ‘soon’ meant quite a long while. Eventually, after waiting for more than twenty minutes, Eugene could see a group of beowulfs coming toward them in the distance. They looked similar to Wolfgan in appearance.

Gulp!

Someone gulped without realizing it. There was nothing to be afraid of as long as Eugene was here. But the sight of about ten groups of beowulfs, each consisting of around seven to eight members, was definitely overwhelming and intimidating. It was a known fact that a group of two or three lycanthropes could hunt trolls without difficulties. A group of lycanthropes could kill an ogre. Moreover, lycanthropes were without intelligence, while beowulfs were capable of reason and thinking.

It was only natural for ordinary humans to feel overwhelmed at the sight of more than a hundred of such monsters rushing toward them.

“Wolfgan! What’s going on!? Are you...