Chapter 147 The Battle Iii-ii

• One thing Connor hadn't imagined was that the Frostholm Pack would be able to thwart the Nimbria Pack's sudden attack. The attack had been so well planned and organized. Every step they took had been meticulously calculated, and every weakness of the Frostholm Pack had been carefully mapped out. But the reality of the battlefield told a different story.
• Connor stood on a small hill and surveyed the battlefield, unable to contain his shock at the tragic sight before him. His troops, known for their cruelty and ferocity, were forced to retreat in defeat. The remaining warriors of the Nimbria Pack moved quickly to find cover from the relentless onslaught of the Frostholm Pack. The cries of pain from the wounded echoed in the air, fueling his growing rage.
• Connor's earlier vision, just before the warriors of the Nimbria Pack launched their sudden attack, had been of an easy victory. He had imagined the warriors of the Frostholm Pack overwhelmed, cornered, and finally surrendering to the superior strength of the Nimbria Pack. But the reality before him was far from what he had expected.