Chapter 45 - Bronze-grade Longsword—Cruel Sword! (2/2)

They needed an explanation.

Looking at the excited crowd, McRae said with disdain in his eyes, “A warrior actually only knows how to use brute force to fight monsters and observe their weaknesses. Where’s the orc’s weakness? It’s on its legs! Can’t you aim at its weakness and release a Crippling Strike? Isn’t it so simple? Idiot.”

Jerry looked at the aggressive McRae, his face turning red. For a moment, he was actually speechless. He couldn’t argue with that, because he knew that McRae was completely right.

Seeing the silent Jerry, McRae continued to say sharply, “Two Mages, even more stupid! As the backline damage dealer, you don’t know how to block your own damage threshold. If you were to fight a Boss, would you, two idiots who don’t know how to control damage, brainlessly release high damage skills, wait to attract aggro and be instantly killed by the Boss?”

McRae ignored the reactions of the people in front of him and continued to mock mercilessly. “And you, Mary, you’ve refreshed my understanding of the lower limit of this hidden class, Holy Word Priest! Do you know what a Holy Word Priest is?”

McRae’s face was serious, and he said word by word, “The point is the priest! You can be the damage dealer when you’re alone, but in the team, you’ll always be the support first, and the damage second! I told you to slow down the orc, but you actually used the Holy Word Thunder Strike directly? Take a good look at how much health these two knights lost! If the knight is killed, I’d like to see how long you, the Holy Word Priest, can last after being locked on by the orc’s Charge!”

At this point, the two knight passersby instantly seemed to have found a friend!

Usually, when fighting a Boss with a team, everyone would pay attention to the damage output in the back row, and how much damage they had dealt. However, no one had ever paid attention to the fact that the Knight in front was being tortured by the Boss’ attacks.

The Knight was like a scapegoat in the team. No one would praise him for beating the Boss, and if he didn’t, he would be scolded. The scolding usually went like this:

“You’re a knight, yet you can’t even pull aggro!”

“This knight doesn’t have damage!?”

“F*ck, Knight, why aren’t you blocking the enemy? You’re so trashy, I don’t even dare to attack with this much danger around me!”

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Now that they heard that God McRae actually understood the pain in their knight’s heart, their displeasure towards him had long been thrown to the side. Both of their faces revealed happy smiles.

When McRae saw the two smiling knights, his eyes turned cold. He continued to lecture them with a straight face, “How dare you laugh? I told you to block the position, not to stand there motionless. You’re humans, not wooden stakes! According to the monster’s attack method, you constantly adjust the best positioning, reduce the damage you receive, and reduce the healing pressure of the support classes in the back. Don’t you know the most basic operation!”

After being taught a lesson by McRae, the smiles on Mus and Barton’s faces froze, and they slowly lowered their heads.

Looking at the crowd whose expressions were getting more and more serious, McRae didn’t stop. He pointed out the questions that the eight people in front of him had just asked one by one mercilessly. Finally, McRae said seriously again, “So, you’re all idiots. If you want me to respect you, show me your strength!”

Everyone looked at McRae, who had turned into an instructor, with a hint of embarrassment on their faces.

The operation that they were most proud of was actually worthless in the eyes of this cold-blooded instructor in front of them.. However, the most important problem was that they clearly knew that there was no problem with what McRae said.