Chapter 50 - 49
Snarling masses of muscle and fangs leapt over the wooden barricades, landing amidst the goblin ranks with crushing force. The dire wolves followed next—larger, faster, and dripping with fury.
But the captains were already moving.
"Shield wall! Form up—left flank, tighten the line!" barked Krivex, loosing a quick shot into a wolf’s eye before dropping his bow and drawing his short blade. "No gaps! They break the line, they break us!"
Soldiers scrambled—but moved with practiced discipline. Their shields locked. Spears braced. The dire wolves slammed into the formation—but this time, they didn’t scatter the goblins. They were met with iron tips and locked resolve.
"Push! Hold, then push!" Gorrak bellowed, his hammer already stained red. He brought it down on a wolf’s skull with a crunch. "Don’t just swing—drive them back! Make them bleed for every step!"
"Reinforce the right flank! You two, go—support the wall breach!" Aren yelled, slashing his spear in a tight arc. "You trained for this—this is just another drill with fangs!"
He parried a leaping wolf and kicked it aside before thrusting deep into its chest.
"Gobo1, Gobo2! Rotate squads—let the tired fall back! Stay sharp, dammit!" Takkar’s voice rang out as he smashed a dire wolf’s knee from the side, toppling it into a tangle of waiting spears.
"Javelins, now! Launch a volley on my mark—three, two, one—throw!" Vakk ordered. Spears arced through the air and rained down onto the next charging wave. Howls of pain filled the air.
Steel clashed with fang as the dire wolves swarmed.
Aren twisted his spear, deflecting a wolf’s jaws just inches from a soldier’s throat. With one swift motion, he spun the haft and thrust it deep beneath the beast’s chin.