In those soldiers' eyes, the Wolfires were totem's enchanted beasts, and they could not harm them.

Many soldiers were bitten to death or died in the fire because they were unable to fight back.

Two figures were quietly hiding on a hillside a hundred meters west of the camp, closely observing the situation at the base.

They were a man and a woman. The man's handsome face wore a cold expression, the woman was sexy and charming, and there was a hint of chilliness in her eyes.

They were Darryl a