Meanwhile, in the Beastmen camp.
"What's that noise? What's happening outside?" Eric threw back his blanket, revealing a seductive Wolf Beauty.
When it came to partners, some might occasionally seek out other races for the novelty, but most with normal aesthetic tastes still found their own kind more attractive.
Just as humans don't fall in love with dogs.
"This is bad, milord! The enemy from the city has charged out to engage us in battle!" reported the wolfman who had rushed in.
"What? They're initiating the attack?" Eric was stunned.
You couldn't blame him for his fixed mindset. Ever since the war began, the humans had been fighting a frustratingly defensive war.
Forget the newly opened Western Front; even on the central front, their main strategy was to fight a static war, using the terrain to stall for time. No one had ever heard of humans launching an offensive.
Could they really be this lucky?
