For that battle, almost all the wolves were taken out, but not one returned, just like their master.

Compared to humans, wolves are already fewer in number. After that battle, only a little over a hundred wolves remained in the tribe. Even after several years, they continued to reproduce, and the tribe members went to hunt wild wolves to tame them.

However, the tribe now only has two or three hundred wolves that can be used, and they seem to have agreed never to leave the southern barbarian territory.

Why is that? Yan Cheng often wondered.

But he could never find the answer. He could only conclude that the wolves of the past were more ferocious, while their offspring gradually lost their fighting spirit.

Perhaps that's true, but it's undeniable that the wolf population is growing.

This seems to be a good thing. The southern barbarians are very large, and this land is even more vast, enough for all living things to thrive here.

Now, after many years, these wolves have been mobilized again, marking their first direct confrontation with the battlefield. However, Yan Cheng no longer feels the same surge of passion he had when he fought against the wolves.

He clearly understood that this was not a hunt, but a fight for survival.

With a "whoosh".

The sword was already drawn, and Yan Cheng gripped it tightly, letting out a howl like a wolf:

"Leave them behind!"

"Awoo!"

A high-pitched, deep, long, and ethereal wolf howl rang out at this moment, like a response from the wolf pack.

These creatures, sometimes fierce and sometimes cunning, have sharp teeth, powerful fangs, and strong bodies, but they always prefer to act collectively and travel in groups.

Their bloodline memories, passed down for thousands of years, have taught them that only the existence of a group can enable them to capture prey more successfully, reproduce more, and survive better.

At that moment, they fiercely charged into the enemy ranks.