When David arrived.
The militia had already clashed with the wolf pack.
Although the camp was surrounded by wooden fences, and the militiamen held wooden spears, there were already many casualties.
"Stab!"
The shout of a knight's attendant rang out.
The refugee militia instinctively thrust out their spears.
But after all, these militiamen were recruited temporarily, and their cooperation lacked serious synergy.
Some people had already thrust their spears when they saw the gray wolves jump, while others didn't react even after hearing the command.
As a result, only one gray wolf was pushed back, while several others leapt through the gaps in the spear forest, landing among the refugees, directly biting the ones at their side.
Seeing this, the knight's attendants quickly stepped forward.
But these gray wolves had strength comparable to the knight's attendants, and the two sides could barely reach a stalemate.
