A sunny day at Preston.

After the heavy rain yesterday, the stench of blood in Preston gradually dissipated.

On the walls of Preston, Cardinal Monn quietly looked into the distance.

In his eyes, there were countless figures charging in the southwest direction.

They were dressed in white armor.

In their hands were Holy Knights' holy spears that belonged to the Orthodox Church.

They were shouting.

The morale and prestige of the entire Holy Knights group were very high.

They were filled with endless enthusiasm.

However, in such an enthusiastic army, there was one group of Holy Knights that seemed different.

Cardinal Monn looked ahead.

It was the group of Holy Knights that came from St. Servant to support.

They were led by Philip.

They stood at the back of the human army with a dispirited look on their faces.

The entire group of Holy Knights looked listless.

Following Cardinal Monn's gaze, Ace saw the state of the Holy Knights group at a glance.

She thought of what Cardinal Monn had done last night.

She was certain that Cardinal Monn must had given them an order.

Ace could tell at a glance that these Holy Knights wanted to fight in the war against the Werewolves.

But Cardinal Monn seemed to have his own considerations.

He kept pressuring them. They wanted to go to the battlefield, but Cardinal Monn just wouldn't let them go.

This situation must have made the Holy Knights from St. Servant unhappy.

But this was Cardinal Monn's way of doing things, and Ace wouldn't say anything for them.

She could only look at them with a pitiful look, giving them a little sympathy.

Cardinal Monn took a look at them, and ignored them.

Cardinal Monn wouldn't take the initiative to talk to them about their issue of getting a little carried away.

They had to figure it out on their own.

Otherwise, if Cardinal Monn had said it himself, they would probably not have taken it seriously.

The Holy Knights from Preston charged through the jungle in the southwest.

That imposing appearance instantly startled the Werewolves hiding in the jungle

The Werewolf scouts looked at the place where the sound came from and observed for themselves.

The next moment, what appeared in his eyes shocked him.

His whole body began to break out in cold sweat.

He hurriedly ran deep into the jungle, stumbled along the way, but even if he fell, he didn't care at all.

He rolled and crawled to Zach's side.

He said with a shaky voice, "Report! Report, Lord Zach! Countless humans suddenly rushed out from the direction of Preston. They seem to be coming toward us!"

"What?!"

Zach, who was leaning against the tree, was shocked when he heard the Werewolf's report.

He quickly stood up.

He quickly rushed to the edge of the jungle.

When he reached the edge, he saw countless human armies rushing over in their direction.

The dust in the sky seemed to surge into his heart.

It filled him with endless gloom.

His face began to darken.

For a moment, he did not know what to do.

He was very clear about the condition of the Holy Knights during the day.

Cardinal Monn had used some kind of spell that could make the Holy Knights become extremely fierce.

Compared with the innate ability of their Werewolf Clan, which was blessed under the purple moonlight, it was pretty much at equal level.

This terrifying spell had lasted for so long that the Werewolves were completely at a loss.

However, facing the attack of the humans this time, it was indeed impossible for them to escape easily.

He gritted his teeth and said with a fierce expression, "We can only fight it out with them!"

When the werewolves beside him heard this, their expressions turned ugly.

He hesitated and said, "Lord Zach, this group of humans were cast with a buff spell by the Cardinal. We Werewolves..."

Although he did not say the rest of his words, his meaning was already very obvious.

Facing these Holy Knights, even their Werewolf God would not be able to withstand it.

Of course, Zach also understood this principle.

But his thoughts were more penetrating.

He knew that the best way now was to avoid fighting with the humans.

But what he could understand, did the humans not understand?

The humans must be in excellent condition now, taking advantage of the arrival of their reinforcements.

In addition, the death of their General and their numbers were almost depleted by the humans before, now was the best time to encircle and annihilate the werewolves.

Of course, they would not let go of this opportunity.

If the Werewolves wanted to escape, the humans would not give them the chance at all!

Zach knew this logic very well.

With a dark face, he said in a deep voice, "Do you have a better idea?"

The Werewolf heard him and suggested, "Lord Zach, we can first avoid the head-on confrontation!"

Zach looked at him indifferently and said coldly, "Of course, I also know that we have to avoid a direct battle first, but will the humans give us this opportunity?"

"..."

Hearing Zach's words, the Werewolf was stunned.

At the same time, he came back to his senses.

Yes, since the humans knew their whereabouts so well.

Of course, they had detected their location last night, so as to encircle and suppress them today.

Since the humans had made sufficient preparations, how could they let them go?

After figuring it out, the Werewolf's face instantly darkened.

Seeing that he understood the situation, Zach said, "Alright, there's no other way. Let us prepare for the forthcoming battles."

The Werewolf nodded silently, then walked into the jungle.

The announcement was made to the Werewolves in the jungle to prepare for the next battle.

After learning that the humans were attacking them, the Werewolves immediately panicked.

After all, after a few days of battle, they had a deep understanding of how terrifying the Holy Knights were with the help of the Cardinal.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the Werewolves would not withstand it at all.

Their first thought was to escape.

No matter where they ran to, they had to avoid this confrontation with the humans.

Or they could wait until night, then they would come out.

However, when the Werewolf told them Zach's analysis.

They all fell silent.

Yes, how could the humans let this opportunity pass?

After thinking it through, they were no longer nervous.

The ruthlessness gradually appeared in their hearts.

Since they couldn't escape, then let's fight!

At least they, the Werewolves, were strong and daring.

Facing a group of humans who used to struggle to stay alive under their wolf claws, they were no longer afraid!