The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

"Look at these guys, they're neither human nor wolf!" A warrior in armor poked the werewolf corpse hanging outside with his halberd.

"Roar!" Unexpectedly, the werewolf corpse suddenly opened its eyes and opened its blood-red maw to bite.

"Holy crap! By the Dragon God!" Startled, the valiant warrior swung his halberd at the struggling werewolf.

"Is this your home? Is this your home? Is this your home!" the soldier roared furiously to dispel his fear, while his hands moved faster to chop at the werewolf. Blood mixed with the werewolf's shrill screams echoed in the night sky.

"Scream! Scream! Scream! Scream for me!" In his fear, the soldier had already swung his halberd, leaving afterimages. The poor werewolf had stopped struggling. His body was covered with bloody holes cut by the halberd blade, and half of his neck had been cut open. The smell of blood instantly spread.

"What's going on?" The Grand Knight was the first to hear the commotion. He opened his eyes, grabbed his longsword, and rushed out.

"My lord, the werewolf corpses here have come back to life!" The warrior, his face covered in blood, exclaimed in shock. Anyone would be lucky to survive being attacked face-to-face by a resurrected "corpse."

"Looks like you didn't finish them off properly..." The Grand Knight examined the corpse, ruling out the possibility of a high-level mage or shaman causing trouble. After all, how could a spellcaster with resurrection spells waste mana to revive such a thing? As for necromancers, that was even more impossible. I've never seen a necromancer revive a corpse with hot blood still flowing.

"Order the night watch soldiers to chop off the heads of those werewolf corpses. Remember to use halberds, and don't get too close," the Grand Knight instructed.

To prevent any remaining werewolves from dying, the Great Knight activated the Lagrange barbarians' innate skill—Lagrange Iaijutsu: one strike to the chest, one strike to the head, even the gods would shake their heads.

This refers to a sword cleaving open the chest and chopping off the head. Unless it's a spellcaster with resurrection abilities, even a necromancer would be moved to tears, since the combat power of such a mutilated corpse might be less than half of its former strength after being resurrected.

Sure enough, after a series of Iaijutsu, the whole night became peaceful. Everyone slept soundly. If you don't believe me, go and see those werewolves hanging on the barricades and fences. They were sleeping so soundly that they didn't even move. They didn't even know they had slept their heads off. Look how tired the kids are from staying up all night.

"Ah!" Apophis Breo stretched. It was so comfortable to have a night when no one was bothering him. He slept soundly until dawn without making a sound.

"Good morning, my lord!" Olaf, who had just woken up, staggered out carrying his halberd and helmet.

"What happened to you?" Apophis Breo looked at the dejected Olaf in surprise. The once energetic young man had a scraggly beard, a swollen face, and a bruised left eye.

"I fell down last night." Olaf shook his head. After hearing the noise last night, Olaf rushed outside and almost hit his head on the ground and died.

……

"Sir, there are 34 werewolves in total," the soldier reported to Apophis Breo.

“There shouldn’t be any werewolves around here.” Apophis Breo looked at the decapitated werewolves and smirked.

"This thing is so ugly? It's neither human nor werewolf!" Olaf kicked the werewolf's corpse. The werewolves of Middle-earth and the legendary werewolves of Earth are not the same thing. At least the werewolves of Earth look human before they transform. This thing, even before transforming, has a wolf's head and a human body, and looks even uglier than the transformed werewolves of Earth. As for what it looks like after transforming... Olaf said that this thing is just a dire wolf standing up.

“Never seen this before, have you!” Apophis Breo chuckled. “How could I be as knowledgeable as you, sir?” Olaf shrugged.

“I’ve never seen it either…” Apophis Breo glanced at Olaf and said that he had only heard of this thing and this was the first time he had seen these ugly bastards.

"Sigh, we've had some pretty bad luck. We've seen all sorts of strange and unusual things along the way," Apophis Breo said with a wry smile, shaking his head.

"Why would a werewolf attack us for no reason?" Olaf was a little confused. He knew that werewolves would attack humans, but they generally wouldn't attack fully armed human soldiers.

“Look at this weather for yourself,” Apophis Breo said, pointing to the treetops instead of saying anything.

Olaf looked in the direction Apophis Breo was pointing, but saw nothing but snow on the treetops.

"...Do they live on air in this weather?" Apophis Breo could only sigh helplessly at Olaf's bewildered expression. Werewolves aren't turtles; they can't eat one meal and live for half a year. Where would they find food in the dead of winter? Is there anyone fatter than them in the entire Dark Forest?
"Oh!" Olaf immediately understood.

“So the journey ahead will be much safer.” The Grand Knight walked over and smiled at Olaf.

"The premise is that we don't encounter other magical beasts." Apophis Breo shook his head with a headache. Although most magical beasts would lie low and hibernate in winter, this was one of the reasons why Apophis Breo had to set out in winter. How could he miss such a good opportunity to avoid most predators?

However, while most monsters hibernate, not all monsters do. Some monsters prefer to emerge in winter. Monsters that come out in winter are either particularly weak or particularly powerful... If they encounter high-level monsters, well, that's another story.

"I don't think we're that unlucky... We ran into spiders, we ran into werewolves, and now we've encountered high-level beings... Waaah..." Olaf was caught off guard when the officer next to him covered his mouth.

"Stop jinxing me. If we run into anything again, I'll chop you down as a sacrifice to the flag." Apophis Breo glared at Olaf with annoyance.

"Goodbye..." Olaf waved his hand dismissively.

“It’s alright, our soldiers are very skilled!” Apophis Breo pointed to the werewolf remains that had been chopped down by the Razor's Iaijutsu.

……

"Long live your highness!"

"Long live!"

At this moment, the city of Swiftstream was in a sea of ​​joy, naturally because the great King Lagrangeland had brought back more than three hundred horned bulls from outside. Although they were just low-class magical beasts, they were a rare treat for the common people. After all, how could the common people taste the meat of magical beasts? Those were delicacies that only noble lords could enjoy.

However, as soon as the great King Roland returned, he distributed these enormous creatures to the residents of the entire city. Although these creatures were enormous, they would only last for a few days for a city with a population of over 20,000. Just then, the dried meat and other supplies that Swiftstream City had stored up were almost exhausted, and fresh meat would help maintain high morale and the happiness of the people.