"Clatter, clatter, clatter!" The sound of neat and uniform footsteps rang out. Hearing this familiar sound, people on both sides of the street stopped in their tracks, lowered their heads, and held their breath, plunging the previously bustling street into a dead silence.
Amidst the crowd, Lewan naturally sensed this abnormal atmosphere. She chanted softly, casting a Dark Magic spell to reduce her presence so she could blend into the crowd. Then, she raised her eyes slightly and looked toward the source of the sound.
Following Lewan's line of sight, she saw an impeccably aligned troop appear in her field of vision—one that looked as though it had been copied and pasted by a computer. Every member of this unit wore heavy grey armor and dark red cloaks. Engraved on their chest plates was a lifelike wolf's head with tiny droplets of fresh blood staining its fangs, just like a ferocious wolf that had gorged on blood!
Chapter 269