Chapter 108: Werewolf Crypt, III

"Surrounded?" Luka asked unsure.

They all looked around but they couldn't see anything. Nothing moved, there was silence except for the occasional creaks of the trees.

"That's not very funny guild master." Von exclaimed.

But Isla wasn't laughing, she was looking, she could see things they couldn't thanks to her spirits. She counted and there were about 6 coming their way, they closed the huge distance in a matter of seconds and reached where they had taken refuge.

"Get ready to fight, there are 6 of them and they are pissed off." She warned.

Sure enough, a pair of 11 red eyes presented themselves. One them had their eye gauged out, it was clearly their leader.

"I thought the system said that little shit was a stray?" Erik questioned.

Ding!

[Yes it was. These ones are as well. An alliance can exist within strays, there's nothing surprising about that. Good luck.]

"That would've been useful before we fought that thing though?" Von argued

But the system never replied back. It wouldn't be much of a game if players were told everything, once a player graduates beginner's village, they were on their own. The system would not help in any way.

"No use complaining about it now let's fight. Luka, you'll have to be our meat shield. Of course the priests will prioritise you above us all here."

Luka understood, he nervously nodded. He stood at the forefront and activated his berserker mode. Alas, he could only draw in about 4 of them.

One lunged at the two priests, but Von was already there with majestic sword skills, he cleanly cut the thing's muzzle. It was frantic.

Isla didn't waste any time, as she planned to use a magic arrow. She took a deep breath, moved her shoulders around to relax, then aimed with her new rare ranked bow.

[Days don't exist in this world, only nights with the full moon always.]

"Useless." Von muttered under his breath.

Their victory was short lived, as Isla saw an army of them coming their way.

"Everyone, don't panic, but there's an army of them coming."

"An army? How many?"

"About 30, give or take."

"30?" They all exclaimed, at the same time.

"Don't panic, I have a plan. Get ready to attack, kill as much as possible at my say so." She ordered.

They knew better than to doubt her now, she was right about the pack of strays after all. So they all waited for her order.

Isla summoned her wind spirits, a dust of light invisible to everyone else gathered around and embraced her, she welcomed it waited the enemy to show themselves.

Although there was light, it wasn't bright enough to see far into the forest. Not even the moon managed to do that. The seconds felt like an eternity to them, they weren't even breathing.

Then, they saw the red. Isla quickly activated illusionary arts and commanded the wind to carry it to the enemy, so they did. It was akin to fairy dust, the moment the werewolves breathed in the air, they were under her illusion.

She opted for beautiful dreams instead of nightmares, that would calm them down making them easy pick offs to kill. The moment they entered their vicinity, they stopped marching forwards.

They were seeing things they wanted the most, they stood dumbly enjoying their dream state.

"Now, kill them all." Isla's voice resounded through the forest.

They didn't need to be told twice.