So many wolves....

The first waves of players collided with hordes of wolves.

The momentum of the wolves was so much that many players at the center of the wave were torn apart in the clash. Pieces of player bodies splatter on the ground. It would take time for their body to disappear in pixels.

One died many rushed to fill that spot. Still, players were unable to stop the wolves' movement and wolves breach the first wave.

2 Wave payers now started confronting wolves, but it was also hard for them to counter against Wolves' initial movement.

" Help"

"No, don't jump at me. Let me kill at least a single wolf."

"Somebody do something"

At this time the sound of loud chanting rang on the battlefield.

Hearing this sound, many surviving players of the first wave move a little backward, and both 1st and 2nd waves merged.

From above the head of now larger wave players, a rain of different magic spells fell on the wolves.

In the 3rd wave made of mages, all mages were now bombarding spells on wolves. Most of the guild members have high damaging spells than non-guild players.

Even among the guild members, there was a woman in the blue robe who was doing the highest damage. She was on a completely different level than others around her.

"Wow, Miss Rena from the 'Thanos clan' is so cool."

"Yeah, she can become the rising contender from the 'Thanos clan."

"Her unique class may be one of those super rare classes."

Many players start praising her. Rena had a proud look as she was using her spell.

Grave also turned to look at her and remembered the name which people gave her in his past. That special name was. ' Shooting Star.'

She was one of the bimbos that ended her career with her own stupidity. But yeah, her career benefits many other players.

Grave once again focused on the front. Now it was the time to make the situation favorable for him.

As mages continued pouring their spells, support groups used this chance to give buff and healing to fighters in the larger wave.

After 2 minutes mages stopped. Dust settles down.

Players saw the most daunting scene in front of them. It was the complete opposite of what they expected.

Many wolves died, but it was only at the front. Like only 50 or fewer wolves died in bombardment.

The reason for that was 10 fucking large magic wolves came in front. Each Magic wolf was the size of an elephant. They had red furs and 3-foot-long fangs coming out of their mouth.

These red-fur wolves created a barrier in front of them. The most fcked up thing was those were corpse barriers. They used the dead body of players and wolves to form the barriers. Out of 10 barriers, only one in the center got broken.

At this time, all the magic wolves stop using their magic.

Bammm! 

All the bodies collapsed on the ground again. Wolves looked at players with a wide smirk.

Wolves were like 'Hee moterfcker anything more.' War came to a pause, and no side rushed toward each other.

"Oh my god, they are fucking necromancers!"

"Fck them. They were not even respecting the dead one."

"Fucking hell, all mages do was fry some dead bodies. "

"These moterfcker are smiling."

"This is too much bully."

"Come on guys, we need to teach them a lesson."

Players were enraged at this point. Wolves were treating them as jokes.

Grave knew this was the time to take action. He scanned the wolves in front of him. His focus was not on 10 big magic wolves nor was he trying to find silver fur wolves.

He was looking at the forehead hair of each wolf present in front. He knew that the small silver wolf had a transformation skill.

As he scanned the wolves, he found an odd wolf. Everything was normal about this wolf except that it had some silver hair on its forehead.

"There you are. Luckily, you are in front of me."

Saying that Grave took out an iron-grade sword and, using all his power, throw it at the odd wolf.

Before any side moved or anything, a sword flew toward the wolves. Seeing that many players were like " Who the hell is surrendering at this movement?'

Before they can complain Sword hit on the head of a wolf. The impact of the sword made the wolf fall.

"What the hell.."

That wolf suddenly transforms into a small silver wolf. A stream of blood fell from the silver wolf's head.

Players were speechless seeing this development.

"Fck this formation, I will Kill that little bitch. We need to avenge the dead ones. " Not giving them time, Grave shouted and started rushing toward the silver wolf.

Not even a second passes many players ditch the line, followed his lead, and rush toward the Silver wolf

"Stop that, Moterfcker. He wants to take the whole reward."

"Moterfcker, two of my friends died here. How can we let you take the whole reward?"

"Kill that wolf to get the epic items."

"A+ quest rewards were all mine."

Well, nothing stands in front of greed, and most of the fighting players rush toward the silver wolf.

Silver Wolf composed himself. He was the son of the wolf king and someone dares to harm him in so a humiliating way.

He stood up to look at the player who was rushing toward him. There is no respect in their eye for him. Did they think of him as easy prey? This is so humiliating.

In anger, the silver wolf uses his second skill.

Taking a step forward, Wolf King howled.

OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW

A large sound wave made up of mana traveled to the entire area. As wolves heard this sound, their eyes changed from black to red.

Many players missed this little detail.

Grave increases his speed to rush toward the son of the wolf king. Seeing the red eyes, he knew a massacre was about to start.

The second skill of the silver wolf sends all other wolves into rage mode. Their stat increased 1.5 times, but they lose their sanity.

This happens even to 10 magic wolves. Mad wolves start howling one after another.

In the madness, all wolves rush toward the small pest in front of them. War went to end mode instantly, it was do or die now. The situation of war changed from a single flying sword.

A small number of wolves target the arrow of players rushing toward the silver wolf while most of them charge at the village.

Between the village and wolves, were left behind the player. Mages were most helpless in this situation. A hoard of wolves started feasting on mages. Even powerful mages like Rena were not able to survive that.

Support players ran back toward guild members. Some were successful, while others were inside wolves' mouths.

Guilds that were planning to use non-guild players were now in the direst situation. 10 magic wolves were causing chaos there.

"These moterfckers ditch their jobs."

"Please save us."

"What now?"

" Fck,fck,"

Everybody left behind was cursing. Many guilds try to somehow move toward the silver wolf, but that was not possible until they kill all the mad wolves.

Many guilds started killing wolves in the hope of reaching the place where the silver wolf was present before it died. Even for guild members, killing mad wolves was a laborious task. A hard war started in front of the village.

...…

While on one side there was a massacre and a difficult situation for players, on another side there were more than 200 players vs 1 small silver wolf.