The Battle 4.2

Bad news struck again, and this time it shook Connor even more than before. The hiding camp of the Nimbria Pack warriors in the Eresca Valley had been surrounded by the Frostholm Pack warriors. Moreover, they were now being slaughtered mercilessly and could not offer any significant resistance.

Connor's blood was boiling. His hands clenched tightly as he felt the urge to punch and smash anything in front of him. The rage that consumed him was truly uncontrollable. He couldn't believe that the warriors of the Frostholm Pack would attack them so quickly and effectively.

"How could this be?" Connor muttered angrily. He turned quickly and glared at Marcus, who had just arrived with the bad news. He noticed Marcus' disheveled state. "How could the Frostholm Pack humiliate us like this?" He shook his head repeatedly, frustration clouding his thoughts. "We have to act now!"

Marcus, still catching his breath after narrowly escaping the Frostholm Pack warriors' encirclement