Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
It had been a while since he had Summoned his wolves to feed on his enemies. For some reason, the food in the mortal plane seemed more delicious to the wolves than the food in the Summoned Beast Plane. The Moon-Devouring White Wolves and the White-Marked Wolves were particularly fond of the food of his world.
Mo Fan knew there were some real merchants in this guild who did not know magic. Therefore, he only asked the wolves to attack those who had attacked him. Mo Fan would not show mercy to any of the people who had colluded with Babbitt.
It was like a pack of starving wolves had suddenly invaded a sheep corral. The fences of the pen were stopping the sheep from running away, not protecting them. The wolves and the sheep were playing chase inside the pen. Mo Fan was treating the wolves to a great feast!