CH832 The Frontier March's Reversal I
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Suddenly, a canine figure leapt from the wall surrounding Ashwell Town.
Mist gathered beneath its paws as it rapidly crossed the distance between the battlements and the Stronghold Army through the air.
At the same time, its body rapidly expanded until it became a towering, two-metre-tall ashen-grey direwolf.
It descended with claws outstretched, landing a deadly strike squarely on Etgar Dunn, knocking the man clean off his mount.
Four deep gashes were carved across his torso—so deep that bone was visible beneath the shredded flesh.
Etgar Dunn never stood a chance.
The wolf, however, was far from finished.
It slammed both forepaws into the ground.
A violent burst of flames erupted around it, forcing back the soldiers attempting to surround it.
Then, from its lowered stance, thick wooden tendrils burst from both the earth beneath it and its back, shooting out in every direction to impale the surrounding soldiers.
