The battle was short and fierce. By the time Frost Wolf had slaughtered his opponent, the battles in the periphery had started to die down.

He came limping back before Qianye while clutching his left shoulder. “Sire, mission accomplished.”

Qianye replied with an indifferent smile, “Completed? No, it hasn’t been completed. There’s a caravan behind.”

Frost Wolf laughed wryly. “Those goods belong to merchants. If we do that, the enmity between us and the Wolf King will be irreconcilable.”

Qianye glanced at him. “Don’t tell me it’s still reconcilable now?”

Frost Wolf knew this fact fairly well. Bracing himself mentally, he turned back and shouted, “Those who can still fight, come with me!”

In the blink of an eye, he jumped onto a still-operable transport vehicle and whizzed away. Only at this point did Frost Wolf reveal a bit of valor and ruthlessness. Before this, he was always a bit cowardly despite his tall stature and even looked a bit constrained while fighting against the werewolf viscount. He wouldn’t have suffered so many injuries, otherwise.

Now that there was no going back, he finally let loose and began...