Daniel carefully studied the Wolfkin.
They could be roughly divided into two types.
One type was the upright, intelligent Wolfkin. They were burly, averaging over two ters in height, covered in gray-brown fur, with wolf heads and humanoid bodies, eyes gleaming with intelligence.
They wore simple leather armor and carried spears, battle axes, and other weapons—clearly the warrior class of the settlent.
The other type were quadrupedal, primal wolf creatures.
These were true wolves, only two or three tis the size of Earth wolves. Their shoulders stood over 1.5 ters high, muscles rippling across their bodies, fangs bared, eyes fierce.
They possessed no intelligence and followed the Wolfkin warriors’ commands completely. They were the Wolfkin’s most famous strategic asset—the mounts of the Wolf Cavalry.
Daniel narrowed his eyes.
Wolf Cavalry!
In his previous life, he had seen the destructive power of the Wolf Cavalry.
When deployed en masse, a Wolf Cavalry charge was a battlefield reaper.
Fast, explosive, and ferocious—the sa number of human cavalry could not stand against them.
A thousand-strong Wolf Cavalry could even break a five-thousand-strong elite human army.
This was one of the most elite units of the Beastfolk, a strategic resource Humans had long coveted—of course, tad.
Daniel shifted his gaze from the Wolf Cavalry and continued observing.
Besides Wolfkin, there were a few humans in the settlent.
Human rchants wove through the tents with goods, haggling with the Wolfkin. So were trading ores, so furs, and a few were negotiating the price of Wolf Cavalry mounts.
Daniel was not surprised.
Though occasional friction occurred between Humans and Beastfolk, these were usually small-scale border skirmishes. On a larger scale, the two races had long conducted business together.
Humans needed top-tier strategic assets like Wolf Cavalry, while the Beastfolk needed human-made iron tools, food, and magical items.
Both sides got what they needed and maintained a surface-level peace—but only on the surface.
Daniel’s gaze settled on the largest tent at the edge of the settlent.
It was slightly larger than the others, flanked by two fully ard Wolfkin guards—clearly the chief’s residence.
According to the sentries’ intelligence, the Wolfkin had recently been in frequent contact with Goblins from the forest.
This was unusual.
Wolfkin had always looked down on Goblins, treating them as lowly creatures. When they t, they would kill them outright—there was no negotiating.
And yet now, they were cooperating peacefully?
Sothing was clearly going on.
Daniel gathered his thoughts and activated Voidstride.
His body instantly slipped into the interstice of the void, vanishing from sight.
...
Daniel moved silently through the void, approaching the largest tent.
The three-second invincibility of Voidstride had long passed, but the stealth effect remained.
As long as he didn’t attack or reveal himself, he could maintain this state indefinitely.
This was a trick he had discovered after obtaining the skill. Though it couldn’t be sustained forever, a brief period of concealnt was more than sufficient.
He passed through the animal-skin walls and entered the interior.
Inside, three Wolfkin were seated around a rough wooden table.
The leader was particularly massive, silver-gray fur, wearing a necklace of bone teeth—each thumb-sized, taken from enemies he personally killed.
[Wolfkin Commander Greshkar (LV110, Gold-Grade BOSS)]
The other two Wolfkin were smaller but equally fierce, likely his personal guards.
Daniel silently moved into a corner, listening intently to their conversation.
"That group of green-skinned dwarves sent soone again," one guard spoke, his tone dripping with disgust.
"Seriously unlucky... just seeing their faces makes want to vomit."
Greshkar chuckled lowly. "Bear it."
"Though I dislike them as much as you, this matter... isn’t simple."
"Commander, the Chieftain really intends to cooperate with them? What qualifications do those green-skinned dwarves have to stand equal with us?"
"Qualifications?" Greshkar’s eyes flashed coldly. "They have none. But this ti, they have soone backing them."
"Who?"
"I don’t know. The Chieftain didn’t tell ."
Greshkar shook his head. "But for those cowards to risk their lives to deliver a ssage... whoever is behind them isn’t insignificant."
He paused, then continued, "Later, I’ve been ordered to send a small team into the forest to et their ssenger and see what they want."
The two guards exchanged a glance and fell silent.
Daniel’s mind stirred.
A ssage delivery?
This was his chance.
He silently exited the tent, finding a concealed spot to wait.
As the saying goes, "to catch a thief, follow the loot." Even if the humans suspected collusion between the Wolfkin and Goblins, until they had concrete evidence, they had to maintain a façade of peace.
anwhile, human intelligence agents had already withdrawn all rchants from the Wolfkin settlent.
This wasn’t a problem for the Wolfkin—especially at this critical ti.
With the human rchants gone, operations were far easier!
...
By evening, a Wolfkin cavalry unit of over a hundred set out from the settlent, heading north toward the prival forest.
But they didn’t notice a faint shadow trailing behind them.
At the forest edge, the Wolfkin cavalry halted.
A five-man squad ventured deeper into the woods.
Soon, a Wolfkin pulled a horn from its pouch and blew three short blasts and one long.
Imdiately, rustling sounds arose from the trees.
A dozen green figures erged—Goblins.
These creatures stood barely 1.2 ters tall, their skin a dark green, ears pointed, noses flat, teeth protruding. They wore tattered leather armor and carried crude short spears.
The lead Goblin was slightly taller, wearing a bone crown—clearly the leader.
It took a leather scroll from its pouch and presented it to the Wolfkin squad leader.
"Please... deliver this to Chief Bloodclaw," it croaked in a hoarse, servile voice. "It’s a personal letter from our High Priest—very important!"
The Wolfkin squad leader took the scroll, glancing at it with mild disdain before tossing it into his pouch.
"Understood. Now leave."
The Goblin leader nodded repeatedly, retreating into the forest with its subordinates.
Just as the Wolfkin squad prepared to return, a flash of silver light streaked through the air.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
Five muffled thuds rang almost simultaneously.
Five Wolfkin were pierced by arrows before they could react, collapsing instantly.
Daniel appeared from the void, walking to the fallen squad leader and retrieving the scroll from his pouch.
[Letter from the Goblin High Priest to Wolfkin Chief Bloodclaw]
The letter was long, but its essence was clear:
The Goblins were willing to pay a heavy price to request the Wolfkin to introduce them to the Beastfolk King, Lionheart.
If they could unite with Lionheart’s Beastfolk army, along with the Seafolk and Dark Elves...
Then there would be a chance!
At the end of the letter, the Goblin High Priest wrote almost in a pleading tone:
"As long as King Lionheart accepts us, the Goblins will dedicate all our resources!"
Daniel read the letter, his expression darkening.
Seafolk... Dark Elves...
In his previous-life mory, these two races had indeed participated in the Dark God coalition later.
He had assud it was the Dark God’s manipulation, but it seed these other races had begun their coalition much earlier than expected.
He tucked the letter into his backpack, preparing to leave, when a sudden roar erupted from behind:
"Human scum! Die!!!"
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