The Alliance Strikes (Part 2)

Late at night!

In the Silvermane tribe, when all was quiet, an army that had been assembled before dark slowly marched out of the tribe.

"Chieftain, are you also going?" Kro looked on in surprise as Corvinus, fully clad in armor and even equipped with a battle wolf's curved blade, rode Fenrir towards him.

"Why, aren't you welcoming me?" Corvinus asked, observing the departing troops.

Although they were preparing to fend off a coalition attack, the battlefield certainly couldn't be within the Silvermane tribe. The surrounding area was all farmland; a battle involving thousands of people would ruin hundreds of acres of crops.

Thus, the battlefield was several miles outside the tribe, the exact location of which he wasn't clear about, as it was part of the military plan devised by Kro and Baggin.

Baggin, the commander, was not present, as he had led the vanguard, while Kro led the rear guard.

Kro didn't respond, merely offering a smile.

The more he interacted with this young chieftain, the more he realized that Corvinus was a natural at making friends.

Moreover, sometimes his childlike innocence shone through.

"Rest assured, how to command and how to fight the battle is up to you. I will not interfere. I'm just here to observe," Corvinus said with a smile.

He was speaking sincerely, as this was his first time witnessing a large-scale battle among werewolves, especially one with cold weapons. He was genuinely curious.

"Chieftain, the battlefield is dangerous, and if you get hurt, that would be..." Kro still wanted to persuade Corvinus to stay in the tribe and wait for good news.

"Kro, don't you take me, a fourth-tier warrior, seriously?" Corvinus's expression darkened as he questioned.

"I dare not, I just fear for your..."

"Stop wasting words! As the commander of an army, you will set off with the troops immediately," Corvinus interrupted Kro's words, giving a stern command.

"Yes, sir!"

Kro felt somewhat helpless but then urged his war wolf to follow the main force.

If the chieftain wanted to follow, then let him.

"Come on, Fenrir, let's go see the battle of the intelligent species!" Corvinus patted Fenrir's furry head.

Fenrir was not one to stay idle, and he had been very excited during the recent cavalry training. This trip to observe the battle was even more thrilling.

"Woof woof woof..."

Fenrir couldn't contain his excitement and jumped around on the spot.

Just as he was about to follow, four wolf cavalrymen caught up from behind.

"Greetings to the Chieftain!"

The four wolf cavalrymen, seated on their war wolves, respectfully bowed to Corvinus.

"Hmm? Why are you here?" Corvinus was somewhat surprised. He recognized these four as members of his chieftain's guard.

"Here is the situation, Commander Kardia sent us to protect you!" one of the wolf soldiers replied respectfully.

"Protect me? That jerk Kardia, always overdoing things!" Corvinus cursed.

These four guards were all third-tier, while he was a fourth-tier. Who would be protecting whom was still uncertain!

"Let's go, Fenrir!" Without further ado, Corvinus patted Fenrir's furry head and followed the main force.

The four guards exchanged awkward glances and quickly urged their war wolves to catch up with Corvinus.

About half an hour later!

Under the cover of darkness, the massive army came to a halt.

"Pass the order, let everyone hurry up and eat, then get some good rest," on top of a small mound, Kro and Baggin, the two commanders, along with seven or eight fourth-tier werewolf officers, were discussing the battle plan.

Corvinus was present as well, but he was merely an observer, watching Kro and the others lay out their battle strategy.

"Durri, has your wolf cavalry reconnaissance team found anything?"

"No, the coalition forces stationed at the Liewa tribe seem very confident, with hardly any decent sentries around."

"Good, if they make any rash moves, immediately send the news back!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Also, Larry, remember these large hills, position your archer squad on these hills," Kro pointed to several hills two to three hundred meters high under the night sky.

"Yes, sir!"

Corvinus surveyed the hills, nodding in approval. Werewolves had the ability to see in the dark. Although it wasn't as good as in daylight, their vision was by no means obstructed at night.

Thus, he could see these hills very clearly. They were highlands, and by holding these hills, archers could cover an area of several hundred meters.

Remember, a second-tier werewolf archer could have a range of nearly four to five hundred meters, and a third-tier werewolf could shoot up to six hundred meters.

Time passed quickly, and it was already the latter half of the night.

...

Liewa Tribe!

A coalition force of five to six hundred, with banners representing five tribes, slowly advanced from the Liewa tribe towards the Silvermane tribe.

Mamuti still maintained his amiable smile, but when he saw the werewolf infantry ahead and the nearly two hundred wolf cavalry behind him, his eyes clearly held a hint of pride.

"Esteemed chieftains, we are all in this together, so we must all give our all. As long as we severely weaken the Silvermane tribe, ten thousand catties of grain will arrive at our tribes tomorrow," Mamuti said with a beaming smile towards the chieftains beside him.

However, in an instant, Mamuti's expression turned cold as he glanced at the chieftains again.

"If any tribe, in an attempt to preserve their strength, contributes without real effort, leading to the failure of this alliance or not achieving the desired outcome," he continued in a stern tone.

"Tomorrow, not only will there be no grain, but there will also be a greeting from my Luochuan tribe."

"Young Mamuti, rest assured, my Black Road tribe, since we have sent troops, will not dig our own graves!" The Black Road chieftain quickly stated his position.

"Yes, please rest assured, young Mamuti!"

...

Taedun, who was a step behind Mamuti, casually agreed, but inwardly he sneered.

You Luochuan tribe still want to pursue responsibility?

You have to have the chance first!

Previously, he had sent people to negotiate with the Silvermane tribe, and it was said that the Silvermane chieftain personally revealed that once the alliance was defeated, in addition to their Liewa tribe's voluntary submission, the other three tribes, Black Road, would be directly annexed.

When he received this answer, he was also shocked.

But upon reflection, the Silvermane tribe clearly had plans to annex their four tribes.

The coalition forces moved quickly!

Because Mamuti was full of confidence, he directly ordered the coalition forces to march at full speed.

About six miles away from the Silvermane tribe, Corvinus, lying on Fenrir and watching the stars, suddenly saw the surrounding warriors entering a combat-ready state.

He immediately understood that the enemy was coming!

Sure enough, as soon as he got up, he heard a slight rumble from the distant ground, and numerous figures moving in the night were heading straight towards him.

On the hill, the werewolf archers, using the cover of the wild grass, began to draw their bowstrings.

"Don't act rashly yet, wait until they reach the foot of the hill before drawing your bows!" The leader of the archer squad, Larry, whispered cautiously.

Immediately, the werewolf archers around him held their breath, waiting for the command.

On the coalition side.

Mamuti was fantasizing about becoming the chieftain by defeating the Silvermane tribe when suddenly his war wolf stopped in its tracks and looked alertly towards both sides.

"What's wrong, Mimi?" Mamuti asked, seeing his war wolf stop.

"Howl..." His war wolf suddenly let out a howl towards the front.

Instantly, Mamuti's face changed, and he quickly shouted, "Everyone, be on guard, there are enemies ahead!"

However, as soon as his words fell, arrows pierced the air and struck the vanguard of the coalition's wolf infantry, immediately followed by screams piercing the silent sky.