Unsurprisingly, as the Long Ears who couldn't even join the battle watched in shock, the Hyena-men army was crushed by the Players who were less than a tenth of their number and crumbled at once.
And it wasn't just the cannon fodder Hyena-men — even the high-tiered Hyena-men collapsed when they realized that the Players could see through their identities and accurately decapitate them. Not only were they not the hunters, but they had become the Players' hunting targets.
The morale of the entire Hyena-men army plummeted, and the stray dogs dominated by fear had no chance of salvaging the situation.
Now, both the cannon fodder and the high-tiered Hyena-men were running for their lives, cursing themselves for not having two more legs.
Most of the Players stopped advancing and began to clean up the battlefield. The reason they spared the Hyena-men certainly wasn't some bullshit like 'the heavens are merciful', but …
The Hyena-men were so damn poor! The Players had killed at least two hundred Hyena-men in the battle just now, but there were barely any drops on the ground, most of which were from the high-tiered Hyena-men.
Even the few Players who gave chase ignored the cannon fodder Hyena-men, probably intending to go after the high-tiered Hyena-men and cut them down.
Rangka, the elder of the Long Ears, felt that he had never seen such a battle.
Battles on the plains … or indeed, battles between nonhuman tribes were usually similar to armed fights between villages. Usually, the side that emerged victorious was stronger, healthier, and had the advantage in numbers.
But the appearance of the Players completely shattered that common sense, crushing the Hyena-men with a counterattack that defied common sense and displayed overwhelming power.
Rangka was glad that he wasn't one of them when he saw the state of the Hyena-men, and couldn't help feeling that his chief had great foresight.
His gaze toward the Players, especially toward Zonyan who was the leader of the Hyena-men — it was definitely a chance for the Long Ears to be on good terms with these humans who came from another continent!
Now, it was time to consider how they should pledge fealty to Zonyan Grayclaw.
Hyaena simply didn't understand what was happening.
As the chief of the Hyena-men, there were still eight hundred of them up until they charged at the Long Ears' village, with five hundred of them young adults who could fight. In fact, they were the third largest tribe in the Vierlin Plains, second only to the Grayclaw and Mountain Tigers!
However, in just a single exchange, his subordinates had suffered heavy casualties. Even those who survived had probably lost their drive as warriors, and it would be difficult for them to make great progress in the future.
What was going on? It was clearly just a small army of a few dozen humans, weak humans that he would never have thought much of. Yet, they had easily killed the strongest warrior in the Hyena-men tribe, and even chased him, the king of the Hyena-men, over a dozen miles away!
That's right. He was not simply a high-ranked Hyena-man, but a Hyena-man King who only appeared once every hundred years and could fully unleash the power of the Hyena-men under his command, leading the entire Hyena-men tribe to the pinnacle!
He had thought that under his leadership, the Hyena-men would ascend to the pinnacle of the inhuman race just like the legends said.
But now, a terrifying Swordtail had appeared in the Grayclaw tribe. Even Hyaena, the king of the Hyena-men, did not dare to fight him — it wasn't that he was lacking in ability, but that he was simply being suppressed in spirit.
He had thought that he could earn second place, but the Mountain Tigers had suddenly risen in power over the last two years, with several heirs of the ancient warrior bloodline emerging …
And now, after losing so many high-ranked warriors, the remaining Hyena-men could hardly subdue the Graywolfmen beneath them, and they would probably fall from third to fourth place.
"What the hell are they!" Hyaena seethed.
"Aren't they humans?" One of his attendants whispered.
"You call those monsters humans?" Hyaena turned to glare at the attendant fiercely. "Don't tell me you've never hunted humans before! We would've been extinct if they were that powerful! "
"What if they're 'bishops'?" The attendant whispered.
"Although I haven't fought with a bishop before, it's said that such powerhouses are rare among humans. Could it be that the bunch of people just now were all bishops?" At that, Hyaena calmed down and began to think about what species the Players were that made him suffer so much.
Suddenly, he sensed that something was approaching him.
Hyaena looked up to find that it was a messenger from the Mountain Tigers.
The messenger was completely shrouded beneath a cloak, revealing only the Tigerman's signature furry face. He frowned slightly, and growled, "You look terrible, Hyaena. Your appearance is simply too unsightly. "
"The information you gave me was wrong!" Hyaena, on the other hand, bared his sharp canine teeth and bellowed furiously, "Those fellows in the Rabbitmen's tribe aren't humans at all! They're far stronger than normal humans! "
"That doesn't hide your failure and incompetence," the messenger replied coldly.
"Do you want a fight?" Hyaena used his spell-like ability as the Hyena-man King to summon the Hyena-men around him, vaguely surrounding the Mountain Tiger messenger.
"Trust me. You wouldn't want to fight me." The Hyena-men appeared to be venting their anger on him, their hostility almost materializing. Even so, the messenger was unconcerned.
Hyaena said nothing. Both sides stood off against each other, and the atmosphere gradually became oppressive.
Suddenly, the figures of two Players — one fat and one skinny — appeared behind him.
"Aha! Silva, look! There's an elite here! I knew it! "The fat one ran towards him happily.
"As expected of Brother Terrosche!" The skinny one praised sincerely as he followed behind him.
Their appearance left Hyaena's expression changing at once.
Even if there were only two of them, Hyaena would never dare to underestimate them due to the trauma he had experienced before.
Nonetheless, the Mountain Tiger messenger smiled sinisterly and suddenly attacked.
In the next split second, the Mountain Tiger messenger appeared in front of the two Players.
A few streaks of blood spurted out, and the two players' movements were completely frozen.
"Silva, oh Silva! There's a Boss here! And it's not a stingy Hyena-man! " The fat Player was cut in half at the waist. His upper body fell to the ground, but he was still looking at the Mountain Tiger messenger happily.
"Brother Terrosche, I'm split open!" The skinny Player called Silva was cut in two right down the middle.
And then, they were completely dead.
The Mountain Tiger messenger, who had intended to show off his ability and intimidate the Hyena-men who didn't know what was good for him fell silent.
There was definitely something wrong with those two humans.
Why did they look so happy when they were killed by him, as if they had seen some gold and silver treasure …?
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Chapter 247:
Are all humans in the Eastern Continent monsters?
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