122 Siege on Mad Wolves_1

Under the incredulous gaze of the surrounding monsters, Warwick leaped onto an arrow tower over ten meters high.

Shaking off the broken wood shards covering his body, this frenzied Gnoll grinned broadly, chuckling ominously at the surrounding monsters.

There were only about a dozen monsters on an arrow tower, wielding poor-quality longbows. Due to Warwick's aggressive entrance, two unlucky ones had already been knocked off.

Presumably, they had crashed to the ground by now, either dead or severely crippled by the fall of over ten meters.

Quickly, the remaining monsters who had reacted either pulled out hand axes from their waists or wielded their longbows like clubs, charging at Warwick.

"Eh↗ Hahaha!"

The Gnoll tilted his head, viscous venom flowing down his cheeks as sharp, silver claws bloomed from his flesh like short daggers.

What followed was a completely one-sided massacre.

Be it Orcs or goat-humans, these monsters were nothing more than gawk-worthy beings in the past.