The humanoid monster before him was thrown by Lann, the mighty impact causing its back to plow across the damp ground, creating a furrow.
As it scrambled to stand, it clawed at the ground in desperation, flinging clumps of wet soil everywhere.
"Roar!"
Its gaping mouth, capable of swallowing a human skull, roared—though strangely, it seemed to mimic the howl of a wolf using human vocal structures.
The people in this caravan were organized by Archbishop Klimte, and their skills were commendable.
Even the non-fighting believers at least possessed the awareness not to hinder combatants.
Thus, when Lann threw the creature into the campfire's glow, the hooded believers and Maggot Men nearby immediately scattered.
The warriors patrolling the area quickly drew their weapons, warily eyeing the monster.
Unlike typical foes who engage in a prolonged confrontation to observe an enemy's posture and weaknesses,
this monster was literally a mad dog!
