Chapter 27

Darwin, on the other hand, would fight to the very end of his days.

With his left hand, he gripped his javelin, while his right hand unfolded his leash in preparation to meet the ferocious werewolves. After all, the troll was considerably more intelligent than the werewolves and the lion, and it would contemplate and take its time, watching him and waiting for its turn. As a result, he was aware that it would have to wait for its turn to appraise his abilities. Dar could perhaps be the next. First and foremost, eliminate the insignificant opponents. He thought to himself.

However, the nature of these violent werewolves could not be described as small. His pursuers were well-coordinated and vicious. They were most likely to attack in unison with synchronisation, and they would most likely work with exact movement from both in front of and behind him. And they were hysterical with excitement at the prospect of eliminating their natural adversary.

The smaller, one-eyed beast