The Snow Wolves were almost all in the Hadu tribe, except for a few particularly stubborn ones who refused to integrate, so the total number couldn't be called many.
Carrying a big question mark in his head, he asked: "How many beastmen, and where are they from?"
Could it be the Golden Kingdom attacking? Looking at the expression of the beastman in front of him, it didn't seem like it. Moreover, if they were really attacking, he would hear the commotion.
The Horned Goat tribesman must have run straight from afar, panting: "It's the Moon Wolf tribe. I took a glance; it's a pitch-black mass, there must be nearly ten thousand people!"
The Moon Wolf tribe? Eric became even more suspicious. Without time to think deeply, he stood up and ran outside in the direction the Horned Goat tribesman pointed.
Halfway there, an uninvited guest chased after him from behind. It was Moon, who had been lingering in the Hadu tribe for days with nothing to do: "Why are you in such a rush?"
