After hearing Oliver’s warning, Luther gave it no mind. But the words flashed through his head like an electric shock.
"What do you mean ‘there’s a man on the silver wolf’? Do you mean their trainer?"
"An animal trainer in charge of fifty mutant wolves?"
Luther had never heard of such a man from before he was reborn. At the early stage of doomsday, if someone could take charge of more than 50 wolves and they could easily dominate small cities. Why hadn't he heard of this one?
On second thought, there was only one person in his memory like this.
"It's him." Luther's eyes lit up. "Go to the wolves!"
Luther took the lead and rushed straight ahead, facing the zombies.
Elena didn't understand why Luther had reacted this way. Wolves were more powerful, faster, and more reactive than zombi
