Are those humans really going to be alright? " Elder Rangka asked the Long Ears' chief rather anxiously. "If they can't stop them, the Long Ears would be the next to suffer …"
In truth, it was too late to say anything now. Even if the Long Ears rose up and destroyed the Lifestone to stab the Players in the back, their situation would not improve. In fact, they would fall into dire straits because their relationship with the Players was severed.
Still, people tend to say random things to calm themselves down when they are anxious, and that was exactly what Rangka was doing now.
He knew very well what the chief's answer would be, but he couldn't help asking.
"We have no way out."
Just as expected, the Long Ears' chief answered without hesitation. "Those outsiders might be acting weirdly, but their help to our tribe is real. There's no need to hesitate — we must stand on their side. "
Pausing for a moment, he continued, "Moreover … I've seen the leader of this group before in a gathering years ago … he's no nameless nonhuman wandering in a foreign land, but the former chief of the Grayclaw tribe, Zonyan Grayclaw!"
"We have no way out now that Swordtail Grayclaw has forced us to this state! Zonyan Grayclaw is our last hope, and I must bet on this even if it's for the future of the children in our tribe! " The Long Ears' chief took a long look at his brother. "I don't expect you to understand me, but you must lead your tribe and help those weird humans. That's my order, Rangka!"
"Alright … I understand."
Rangka sighed, but eventually left the room with his orders.
Hence, he led the few young Long Ears who could use martial arts to help the Players, but was left stunned by what he saw when he arrived at the entrance of the village.
The nonhumans rarely attacked on a large scale, which was why they naturally couldn't compare to the humans of the Eastern Continent in terms of combat tactics — the Hyena-men didn't even know what a military formation was, and were already charging at them in confusion at the start of the battle.
However, the players were more or less the same. After all, most of them were either displaced civilians or ordinary vagrants, and naturally didn't know a thing about the military.
Even though some of the players who had been through the fires of war, suffered the torment of war, and even lost their families, knew that during the course of a war, both sides would usually form a phalanx or something similar, they had no idea what the purpose of doing so was.
It was fortunate that the Players' individual combat ability was much stronger despite their chaotic formation. Moreover, the teamwork they had honed in dungeons wasn't just for show — even if they were outnumbered, they were like a steel plate that forcibly stopped the Hyena-men's charge.
For a moment, all sorts of fireballs, monuments, vortexes and seafood danced across the battlefield, with ghostly spirit familiars and Junglewalkers' arrows darting through the air from time to time.
The Hyena-men's bodies of flesh and blood couldn't last long under such blows. Some of their bodies were like torches, slowly burning into ashes from head to toe.
Some of their brains were directly smashed by giant tombstones falling from the skies. As if a silk shop had been opened, red, black and purple parts were spilling out, and it was obvious that they wouldn't survive.
Some were sucked in by vortexes that appeared out of nowhere, their entire bodies crushed into a bloody pulp that eventually fell to the ground as a viscous mass of dark-red mud, no longer recognizable from when they were alive.
Some of them were treated as food by the seafood. After they were bound by the terrifying tentacles and suckers, their flesh was scraped off bit by bit by the razor-like teeth. It was a death that was no different from death by a thousand cuts, scaring away countless Hyena-men who wanted a bite of the seafood.
In comparison, the Hyena-men who were decapitated by the Swordmaster Players were considered lucky … at least they had a clean death and didn't have to suffer too much torture.
While the Hyena-men were brave and vicious, their bravery and viciousness were limited to that of wild beasts. They had never seen such a terrible sight before!
The remaining Hyena-men split into two groups at once.
Some of them were ordinary Hyena-men at the bottom of the hierarchy. When they realized that their enemies were too powerful and numerous, and that they wouldn't be of any use even if they went forward and would definitely die instead, they lost all will to fight and began to retreat, even attempting to flee from the battlefield.
The other group were advanced creatures such as Elite Hyena-men or Hyena-men Warriors, as well as Hyena-men Shamans who had grasped supernatural powers to a certain degree.
Compared to normal Hyena-men, these high-tier Hyena-men were clearly much more tenacious in battle. Instead of feeling fear at the terrible deaths of their cannon fodder, they were simply much more cautious.
Using their innate abilities, the high-tier Hyena-men forced the low-tier clansmen around them to continue using them as cannon fodder to wear down the Players' combat ability, while they searched for openings and ambushed the Players.
It left the battlefield in utter chaos.
For the high-tier Hyena-men, the chaos wouldn't affect their chances of victory, and would even help them to a certain extent.
After all, normal cannon fodder Hyena-men had limited combat ability. If the Players were fighting alone, they could surround and ambush them, but now that the Players were working together, they wouldn't be interrupted in the short term and wouldn't be fighting alone for a long time. That was why the cannon fodder didn't have much value whether they existed or not, and the only ones who could decide the outcome were the high-tier beings such as themselves!
It must be said that the viciousness of the Hyena-men had been carved into their DNA, even after they evolved. Most species would grow larger, change in color or grow some new special organs after they evolved, and there would at least be a pattern or two, no matter how perfunctory it was, right?
But the Hyena-men were different. There was almost no difference between their advanced and low-tier forms! Many champions who fought a group of Hyena-men would be ambushed and killed because they didn't notice the high-tier forms among their enemies!
To the high-ranked Hyena-men, the chaotic situation was the best chance for them to launch a sneak attack!
One of the raging Hyena-man's bloodshot eyes caught sight of a Player's buttocks. Grinning, it slipped into the midst of the cannon fodder and quietly approached the Player, before abruptly activating its innate ability, Venomous Claw, and swiped at the Player's vitals at lightning speed!
Say bye-bye to your Zero!
And yet, as if the Player had eyes on the back of his head, the Player turned and abruptly raised his sword, easily parrying the raging Hyena-man's claw.
Before the Hyena-man could react, the Player had deflected a bullet and stunned it, before beheading the raging Hyena-man with a slash of his sword.
"F * ck. Ambushing me with the word 'elite' written all over his head, do you think I'm blind?!"
The Player spat at the vanishing corpse of the raging Hyena-man, and cursed as he continued to slaughter the other Hyena-men …
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Chapter 246:
Do you think I'm blind?
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