Chapter 245: The Hyena-mens Confidence (2/2)

But is that all there is to it?

The answer to that is actually uncertain.

While there would be friendly fire to a certain extent, the Players would also be able to stop their teammates from getting hurt, which would in turn greatly increase the party’s combat strength.

In other words, the Players had the high ground whether they were fighting a single boss or were fighting a massive battle royale.

Moreover, most classes had AoE skills. It was true that such skills would be easily evaded or interrupted by an opponent in single battle because it takes a long time to cast it, and if unlucky the user might be staggered when their casting was cut short, suffering the ultimate horror of allowing their opponent rip them a new one.

On the other hand, they would have their party member’s protection in group battle. Their opponents wouldn’t interrupt them and their numbers meant that they won’t evade the AoE skill easily—allowing the user to take out a whole bunch with a single casting!

That being said, when the Players all excitedly headed out the village gates and directly fight the Hyena-men army, they realized that they were even weaker than they imagined.

Their weapons were fashioned out of bone or rock as if they were still in the stone age. They were also wearing crude skin pelts while drool dangled over their moves, looking as if they were never had a full stomach since they were born.

Compared to the Hyena-men, the Long Ears were much more normal in various aspects. Setting aside their weaker fighting ability, it was as if they were modern people whose culture went through extensive development…

***

Gate the Hyena-man was licking its lips.

Being one of the greediest nonhuman races, they were no different from real hyenas that could sustain themselves with prey less than half their weight. Still, with winter only ending recently and the grasslands yet to bloom which in turn meant less prey, Gate hadn’t had a full meal for a long time.

But now it looks like it was time for a scrumptious feast—the chieftain had mentioned that no rabbits were to be eaten, although they could as much human meat as they would like!

That certainly pleased Gate very much. The last feast had been before winter when he had caught a giant capybara which meat lasted him over the long winter…

And finally, it’s time to feast again. Gate could feel his drool flowing freely at the thought of the humans’ meat, and there was nothing more wonderful than crunching his prey’s bones in two!

But even as his army approached the Long Ears’ village, Gate suddenly felt that something wasn’t right.

Why weren’t the humans scattering everywhere as most prey usually did?

Why were they laughing even though they were about to die, and be torn into a million pieces?

Why were they looking at him like he is the prey instead?

Suddenly, Gate’s excellent hearing caught the words of the human before him.

“Grateful Dead! Sword skill—Sliding Slash!”

In the next split second, Gate felt a curious lightness as if he was flying.

It was only when it saw the headless corpse slowly drop to the ground that it promptly understood what had happened.

He was already dead.