The werewolves looked at each other and didn't know what to do.

The next moment, a flame flew over and stopped them from hesitating.

The werewolves' general frowned again, looking at the werewolves who had burned to ashes again.

He couldn't let the cardinal defeat his army's confidence. Otherwise, the werewolves would retreat before the war even started.

He took down the broadsword on his back and threw it at Monn after inserting Holy energy in it.

Monn, who was playing with flame, suddenly heard something was cutting through the air to him.

He turned around and saw a huge dark blue broadsword coming towards him.

It was getting bigger and bigger in his sight.

However, Monn was not nervous at all.

He gently lifted Elendil and blocked the broadsword's attack.

The sound of metal clashing that everyone expected to hear was nowhere to be heard.

Instead, it gathered on the broadsword and embedded itself into Elendil's sword.

And the incomparably hard broadsword slowly turned into a puddle of molten iron under everyone's gaze.

All of them were taken aback by the outcome.

The werewolves' general was in disbelief.

"Impossible! My broadsword was forged from the continent's strongest obsidian. How could it be melted so easily!"

But the truth was in front of him, and he had to believe it.

Looking at the puddle of molten iron, the general felt a rising panic in him. He finally understood why those wolf brats did not dare to go forward.

He would not dare to go forward either!

The werewolves' general's face was ashen upon looking at the cardinal with Elendil in his hand.

The first step of attacking the humans had not even begun, and that man had defeated their army?

He was unable to accept the defeat.

However, the flaming sword that was placed horizontally was like an unsurpassable active volcano, causing them to stop in their tracks.

The werewolves' general sat on the back of the Silvermoon Wolf and was silent for a moment.

However, Monn did not have to wait for him to think it through.

Seeing that the werewolves had made a path for him, Monn did not hesitate and walked through it.

Cheryl, who stood behind him, was stunned for a moment, then quickly tagged along.

A strange scene suddenly appeared on the entire battlefield.

The human army and the werewolf army looked at each other from afar, and a murderous aura spread within them.

However, in the center of the battlefield, two humans were leisurely walking in the encirclement of the werewolves.

The werewolves even made a path, standing on both sides with their heads lowered, not daring to look at Monn.

It was as if they were welcoming their king.

And as the werewolves' general was also silently looked at the backs of the two humans, not saying a word.

The humans all had strange expressions on their faces.

The werewolves' general looked at the cardinal, who was leaving leisurely. He seemed to ignore the werewolves at all.

Anger welled up in his chest.

But at the same time, he also felt relieved because he didn't know what to do.

Let those two leave?

Then how about his dignity as the general of the werewolves?

But if he didn't let them go...

He did not know what to do when he saw the terrifying flame.

Fortunately, Monn left.

That made him feel relieved.

Although he, as the werewolves' general watched them leave, at least he didn't personally ask them to leave.

That at least meant that the werewolves' general didn't permit them to leave.

Monn and Cheryl slowly walked back to the city of St. Servant.

Along the way, even Cheryl, who was involved in the situation, felt strange.

General Barton looked at this scene and smiled.

Monn's ability had defeated the confidence of the werewolves.

All of the soldiers looked at Monn with admiration when they were back.

They even thought that they had seen the God of Flame when they saw Monn swept the flame towards the werewolves!

The werewolves' general did not remain silent anymore when he saw Monn was back in the city wall. He shouted at Barton, "You humans have won this competition, but don't be complacent. The attack of werewolves is not something that your little city wall can withstand!"

Barton found it funny when he heard that.

Just a moment ago, he let Monn and Cheryl walk away just like that. And now he was trying to scare them?

Barton said calmly, "Just attack. I feel that you werewolves were only good at boasting after seeing the match just now."

"You!"

The werewolves' general burned with anger, but he could not find any words to refute.

He could only snort coldly and order the werewolves to set up camp.

Although the werewolves were dissatisfied, they were afraid of the flames. So, they didn't dare to say anything and quietly set up camp.

On the other hand, the humans on the city wall laughed loudly.

Some people even started to mock.

"Is that all the werewolves have?"

"I think the werewolves have been scared out of their wits by Cardinal Monn!"

"Haha!"

Monn returned to the city walls of St. Servant. He was indeed a little moved that these werewolves were a little cowardly.

He had poured all his holy power into Holy Sword Elendil.

He might be in danger if the werewolves used the tactic of outnumbering him to deplete his Holy energy.

Fortunately, these werewolves were cowards.

Just as he was thinking, a soft feeling suddenly appeared on Monn's arm.

Monn could not help but turn his head to look. He saw Cheryl blinking her greenish-gray eyes and looking at Monn with a fearful expression.

"Brother Monn, thank you for saving me. You are the reason I can return this time. What reward do you want? I can give you anything I have."

Cheryl's sounded flirty as she blinked her eyes, hinting.

But the way she called him 'Brother Monn' disgusted Monn.

After all, Monn was only 22 years old, while Cheryl was at least 28 years old.

She was almost 30 years old, yet she still pretended to be young.

Monn said coldly, "I wish you can stay away from me."

Sheryl, who was winking to hint at Monn, was taken aback.

She had never expected Monn to answer her that.

On the other hand, a smile appeared on Ace's face when she saw Cheryl failing to seduce Monn.

She was satisfied with Monn's answer.

She walked to Cheryl's side and sneered, "Hmph! Trying to seduce my Monn? In your dreams!"

Ace raised her head and arrogantly walked past Cheryl as if she had won. Cheryl was speechless when she saw that. Why would Ace be so proud of that?

Barton instructed when he saw that the werewolves were not going to make a move, "Activate the city protection array and rest if there's nothing else."

The city protection array was the foundation of every city. Almost every city's protection array could withstand a Holy Rank's attack for dozens of minutes. They couldn't stare at the werewolves all day. So, they might as well activate the array and take a rest.