Lero's Death!

In the northern part of the battlefield, Alan, the fierce leader of the wolf cavalry, raised his gleaming wolf-headed scimitar high into the air. The blade caught the sunlight, flashing like a beacon of war. His voice rang out over the chaotic field, a thunderous roar that cut through the din. "Kill!"

In an instant, more than a thousand wolf-mounted cavalry surged forward behind him, their wolves' fierce snarls adding to the cacophony. The sheer number and ferocity of these wolf riders sent a wave of terror through the coalition forces, who had not anticipated such a powerful assault. Soldiers in the coalition ranks exchanged fearful glances, their resolve crumbling at the sight of this deadly pack barreling towards them.

And that wasn't the end of it.