"This is bad. They're about to attack!"
The mercenary at the front shouted. In an instant, the restless wolf pack pounced forward like a tidal wave.
Felicia shouted, "Carry Monkey on your back. We're retreating!"
Monkey was placed on another mercenary's back. Just as they were preparing to leave, more and more wolves kept coming. Some of the wolves in the front bared their teeth and lunged at them. One was sliced with a knife and let out a painful howl.
Scarlet guarded Felicia, retreating as she moved her blade. She slashed through the air with fierce precision. But despite her powerful attacks, the wolves kept trying to get closer.
From all directions, the wolves were attacking in a slick and cunning manner. Their sharp fangs and claws were their weapons, and they were extremely ferocious.
The group was surrounded by the wolves, and the situation was getting worse by the second. Felicia had no choice but to fire a shot. The bullet hit one of the leading wolves, and its attack was immediately disrupted, causing it to collapse to the ground, twitching.
With this show of force, the other wolves hesitated, clearly intimidated and less eager to charge forward.
Seizing this opportunity, Felicia began to lead the group out. Suddenly, a wolf howled loudly, and the rest of the pack followed suit. The valley echoed with howls, reverberating through the entire valley.
Felicia and Scarlet exchanged a glance, and without saying anything, they both began to run forward. The other three mercenaries followed quickly.
All the wolves gave chase.
Scarlet, in an effort to protect Felicia, was scratched by one of the wolves on her thigh, and fresh blood seeped out. The wound looked gruesome.
Felicia threw a stone at a wolf's head, knocking it back. She asked, "Can you keep going?"
Scarlet smiled, unfazed. "It's just a minor injury. Don't worry about it."
But continuing like this wasn't a viable option.
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