The skeletal soldiers quickly reassemble and launch another assault on the wolf pups.
It seems the howling moon silver wolf lacks intelligence.
Last time, a multitude of wolves returned.
Did not a single wolf inform them that these skeletons are undead? My apologies.
I had forgotten that this foolish pack cannot speak.
The number of skeletal soldiers and zombies continued to swell alongside numerous undead knights while a host of phantoms soared overhead.
The undead count was nearing 500.
How dare 30 odd wolves confront such odds? With the encroachment of the undead intensifying, it was not long before some unfortunate wolves sustained injuries.
Their mobility increasingly restricted as the undead gradually cornered them.
The high agility of these wolves proved of little use in this dire situation.
It seemed that even without Arthur, these wolves could not emerge victorious.
This was Bayou's first encounter, witnessing such a grand spectacle of the undead attacking an enemy simultaneously.
A howl erupted from the leading howling moon silver wolf, prompting the surrounding wolves to join in a chorus of howls.
The alpha wolf's muscles bulged, its limbs becoming robust, and it astonishingly lifted its front paws off the ground, standing solely on its hind legs.
The claws of its fourlims grew immense, akin to its head, sprouting five sharp black talons.
The leading wolf, over 2 m long, transformed into a towering 3 m tall werewolf.
As the alpha underwent this metamorphosis, the surrounding howling moons wolves began to change as well.
Remarkably, all 30 odd howling moons wolves transformed into 2 m tall werewolves.
Some of the injured wolves upon transformation found their wounds healed and their eyes glowed with a ferocious crimson light.
Goodness, is this not cheating? How can they transform? Bayu recalled that previously little green bean had mentioned that highle howling moons silver wolves could freely shift into werewolf form while ordinary ones could only do so on a full moon night.
Today happens to be a full moon.
No wonder this pack did not appear yesterday.
They were waiting for this moment.
Howling Moon Werewolf Bayou hastily glanced at its attributes, astonished to find them extraordinarily formidable.
Health increased by 40 points, doubling to 80.
Strength and agility further enhanced.
While the most outrageous was the strength, which surged to 100 after the nocturnal enhancement.
Additionally, a new skill has emerged, self-healing.
However, upon careful reflection, Bayou realized that while this self-healing ability may seem extraordinarily formidable to other races, it appears rather superfluous in the context of his army of the undead.
What? You can heal yourself? Apologies, but I shall simply remain unscathed.
The lead wolf transformed into a werewolf wielded its massive claws to effortlessly strike down a young foe.
Even the mental assaults executed by the aerial spirits had little effect on this formidable werewolf.
It seems that upon transformation, its defensive capabilities have significantly enhanced.
Or perhaps the disparity and distance were too great for Bayou to discern clearly.
The death knight brandishing a sythe charged at a werewolf.
Yet the creature merely crossed its claws to easily deflect the assault.
The claws that blocked the attack bore the marks of a curse darkened by its influence.
However, the death knight's curse could not stack, and evidently, these howling moon werewolves were not inferior in vitality to the death knight, rendering any intimidation feudal.
The damage inflicted by the death knight was swiftly mended by the werewolf's self-healing prowess.
The only effective means to hinder the werewolves regeneration was the death knight s corpse poison, which through continuous accumulation could effectively suppress their healing abilities.
Remarkably, this enhancement stemmed from the Blackwater altar.
Without such fortification, it would have merely been a target.
As the soul attacks from the king's spirits, and phantoms began to accumulate, their potency intensified, affecting even some of the lowerranked werewolves.
At that moment, a gargoyle swooped down from the heavens, its claws piercing the body of a werewolf.
before lifting it into the sky.
With a powerful thrust of its hands, the werewolf was rent a sunder, falling to the ground in two pieces.
The severed werewolf lay still, evidently beyond the reach of its self-healing abilities.
Irrevicably dead.
An epiphany struck by you, Eureka.
He cautiously approached the castle gates.
His left eye a glow with blue light as a magical formation materialized before him.
However, the distant werewolf corpses remained unchanged.
By amused, the casting range is insufficient.
Observing the werewolves encircled tightly by the undead, he felt a surge of relief and advanced a few more steps.
Upon summoning once more, this time the distance proved adequate.
The dismembered werewolf corpses were adorned with a formation identical to that in by US gaze.
Subsequently, a skeletal werewolf emerged from within, immediately charging towards its former brethren.
The surrounding werewolves were utterly astonished by this spectacle.
The red glimmer in the skeletal werewolf s eyes transformed in a flickering blue flames while its corporeal form dissipated, leaving only a pile of bones.
Yet, it remained standing and capable of attack.
For the werewolves, this was nothing short of unfathomable.
Skeletal werewolf growth limit commander level by you.
Examined the attributes of the skeletal werewolf and felt satisfied.
He surmised that summoning from the werewolf s remains would undoubtedly yield a spectral werewolf, albeit one devoid of its original form.
A sly grin spread across by us face.
Transforming every full moon had always been such a hassle.
Allow me to assist you in maintaining your werewolf form eternally.
How delightfully wicked.
Chapter 30.
Here comes the sixth.
Though these werewolves possess the ability to regenerate, their stamina was finite.
Whereas the undead thrived in boundless energy, as Bayu continuously summoned from the rear, the number of werewolves dwindled and the fallen werewolves transformed into enemies of their kin.
It is needless to say which is superior.
The werewolves endowed with innate bloodlust and healing abilities or the skillless immortal bone beasts.
The leading werewolf embroiled in a chaotic melee with the undead seemed to have finally discerned the presence of the hidden sixth.
realization struck him like a bolt.
It was she who had turned his brethren into this ghastly state.
In an explosive surge of power, the werewolf leader nimly navigated through the ranks of the undead.
Faced with an unavoidable foe, he unleashed a devastating claw strike that scattered the undead before him.
Gifted with doubled attributes, the werewolf leader could overpower all the undead on the battlefield.
Yet, the undead would not perish.
They would relentlessly assault him without end.
To wear down the werewolf leader alive, he identified a key figure, likely the leader of these undead.
If he could slay this individual, the horde would likely lose their fighting spirit.
To capture the thief, one must first seize the king with ease.
The werewolf leader broke through the ranks of the undead and charged toward the concealed sixth.
Oh no, I've been discovered.
Bayou<unk>s heart raced as the werewolf leader barreled toward her.
Instinctively, she prepared to unleash dark magic against him with a thunderous crash.
A colossal figure descended from the heavens, interposing itself between Bayou and the advancing werewolf leader.
Excellent timing, Arthur.
Spray him.
Bayou exhaled in relief upon seeing Arthur block her path and began to rally.
Arthur swiped at the werewolf leader with a mighty claw.
The werewolf leader had not anticipated such a formidable opponent falling from the sky.
He raised his claw in defense.
Contrary to expectations, the werewolf leader did not get sent flying.
Instead, he staggered back a few paces, utilizing his exaggerated strength to weather Arthur's assault.
With a fierce roar, Arthur unleashed a powerful stream of ethereal blue dragon breath.
At such close range, the werewolf leader had no time to evade and could only endure the onslaught.