Chapter 247: Are All the Humans of the Eastern Continent Monsters? (2/2)

“You call those monster humans?” Hyaena turned to glare fiercely at the retainer. “Don’t tell me you never preyed on humans! We would’ve been extinct if their kind were that powerful!?”

“Could they be ‘bishops’?” The retainer suggested, still speaking softly.

“I have not fought a human bishop before, but it had been said that such champions aren’t many amongst the humans. Or what, every single one of those humans were bishops?” Hyaena calmed down at that, and began to consider what kind of creature was it that inflicted such horrific losses upon him.

But suddenly, he sensed something approaching—he looked up to find that it was an envoy of the Mountain Tiger tribe.

The Tigerman’s body was concealed beneath a cloak, revealing only the signature furry face of his kind. Slightly frowning, he growled. “How sad, Hyaena. That look on your face is so terrible.”

“Your tribe misinformed us!” Hyaena’s lips parted to expose the canine teeth beneath as he bellowed angrily in return. “Those things that showed up at the Long Ears’ village are definitely not human! They are far more powerful than any normal humans!”

“But that doesn’t hide your failure and incompetence.” The envoy icily retorted.

“Are you looking for a fight?” Hyaena charge his King Hyena-man ability that resembled magic, immediately calling every Hyena-man to him and discreetly surrounding the envoy.

The envoy, however, remained unconcerned even when he saw that the Hyena-men were glaring fiercely at him, their enmity almost materializing.

“Trust me, you wouldn’t want to fight me.”

Hyaena said nothing. The two merely stood off against each other while the air grew heavier.

That was when the figures of two Players—one skinny, one fat—appeared behind them.

“Aha! I knew it! Look, Silva—there’s still elites here!” The fat one cheerfully dashed up at the nonhumans.

“As expected of you, Brother Terrosche!” The skinny one praised sincerely while keeping up.

Hyaena’s face dropped at the sight of those two.

Even if there was only two of them, he was too traumatized to underestimate them.

And yet, the envoy from the Mountain Tiger tribe sneered darkly and suddenly moved.

In the next split second, he reappeared in front of the two Players—in two flashes of crimson, the two Players stopped completely.

“Silva, oh Silva! There’s actually a Boss here! And it’s a Hyena-man who doesn’t look thrifty!” The fat Player exclaimed cheerfully, his eyes fixed on the Tigerman envoy even though he had been cut in two from the hip, with his upper body dropping to the ground.

“Brother Terrosche, I’m split apart!” The skinny one named Silva was split in two as well, but down the middle.

And then they were dead.

The Tigerman envoy who wanted to show off his power to threaten the ignorant Hyena-men was silent.

There definitely was something wrong with those two humans.

Why are they behaving as if they had found treasure when he killed them?

And they died looking so overjoyed…