The good news is that once the number of ghouls surpassed a thousand, possibly because their collective strength crossed a certain threshold, the ghouls in the hunting ground didn't become stronger than the previous batch of five hundred ghouls.
In other words, their individual power was limited.
The bad news is these ghouls have become smarter.
The young cost student originally thought those stinky creatures would, like before, charge at the hunters in makeshift formations, but he quickly realized that the eleventh batch of ghouls was far more meticulous and cunning than he imagined.
Accompanied by the unique mumbling of ghouls, a large group of tough-skinned, dog-like cave dwellers swarmed from under the tombstones, with twenty gray figures emerging from beneath each stone. They formed rather irregular many-pointed star battle formations, amidst swirling yellow dust, shouting and roaring, their faces filled with fervor as they charged at the wizards.
