The approaching reinforcements made Ragan and Barka hesitate between fighting and standing down.
With the headcount of their enemies having reached half their number, they could no longer execute a one-sided massacre.
Neither recognizes Ulric as the latter looked younger and sharper than before. However, they could tell he wasn't any ordinary warrior.
Not to mention, the monster he was mounted on eyed them like delicacy.
The two chieftains were very familiar with bloodlust and killing intent, which oozed out from the returned warriors of the Black Wolf Tribe.
Lynceus, in particular, looked at the two Head Hunters with bloodshot eyes, as if he couldn't wait to hack them to pieces!
Fortunately, they didn't delay their departure from the Grimjaw Mountain and traveled with as little rest as possible.
Had they been late by even five minutes, a tragedy might have befallen their tribe.
