Chapter 296: The Charge
The distance to the train was three hundred meters. In a sprint on a track, that was forty seconds. In a blizzard, waist-deep in snow, facing an army of beasts? It was an eternity.
"Shield up!" I roared.
Leon didn't hesitate. He slammed his tower shield against his shoulder, tucked his head, and became a human battering ram.
The first line of Frost Wolves met us.
CRUNCH.
It wasn't a fight; it was a collision. Leon, fueled by A-Rank Strength and the desperate need to save his friends, hit the pack like a runaway locomotive. The lead wolf, a beast the size of a pony, was launched backward, its ribs shattering audibly. The two behind it tripped over the carcass.
"Keep moving!" I shouted, staying in Leon's slipstream. "Don't stop to kill! Just break the line!"
I didn't have a shield. I had a bent steel sword and a body running on fumes.
A wolf lunged from the left, its jaws snapping for my neck.
