The official assault on the Grayclaw's camp soon began.
Since it wasn't a war in the truest sense of the word, there was no such thing as a declaration of war, and nothing more was said.
Still, the Grayclaw tribe wasn't fighting the Players like Zonyan, but a group of Feral Jackals.
They were a race similar to the Hyena-men: they were weaker individually and had low intelligence, but their ability to reproduce was astonishing as long as they had enough food.
As a matter of fact, it was still debatable whether or not this race could be considered as Inhumans. Their intelligence was too low, and they did not even have any professions such as Shaman or Priest. Many Inhumans thought that they were just hybrids between Kobolds and Inhumans, and not true Inhumans.
The Grayclaw tribe had only marginalized them in the past and controlled their numbers. But after Swordtail came to power, the Feral Jackals became his weapons, reproducing in shocking numbers in just two years.
If it had been a rebellion of ordinary nonhumans, they would have suffered severe casualties or even directly collapsed when they ran into the hordes of Feral Jackals. It was a pity that they were up against the Players this time.
Even if there weren't many first-rate Players aside from Zonyan's group who were participating in the battle, even the second- and third-rate Players were no longer the same as they were in the past. After participating in so many events, most Players apart from the few lone wolves had gotten used to sticking together in such situations, and could cooperate orderly even without clear instructions.
The Holy Lancers were the tanking classes that stood at the vanguard like an indestructible shield, holding back the raging tide of Feral Jackals. Thanks to various defensive buffs and protective skills, the tide of Feral Jackals was stopped as if it had hit a dam!
In the middle of the Players were melee classes such as Spirit Swordsmen and Swordmasters. While they cut down the Feral Jackals that slipped through the net, they would swiftly kill the enemies that posed a threat to the Players at the frontlines, reducing the pressure on the frontlines.
The third echelon consisted of summoners such as the Aquatic Angels, long-range Junglers such as the Senior Hunters, and clerics who had yet to change class. Their job was to fill in the gaps of the first two rows, while doing their best to protect the tanks and prevent the formation from collapsing.
Finally, as the last line of defense, the mages, their only task was to deal as much damage as they could. No matter what skills they used, they just had to throw them at the enemy team …
Clearly, there was a huge gap between the Ferocious Jackals and the players in terms of raw power. Although the Ferocious Jackals had gained an advantage with their frightening momentum and shocking numbers, the Ferocious Jackals found it difficult to advance after the players stabilized.
But just as Zonyan was about to lead the Player legion to attack the Grayclaw's stronghold in one go, a gray ripple suddenly spread from the center of the stronghold.
In the next moment, the Health Points of the players in the front row began to decrease rapidly. Some of them who did not have the time to drink their potions immediately turned into light and died!
"What's going on? What happened?! "
When Zonyan turned to ask Vulcan and the others, he was slashed by a Feral Jackal in a moment of carelessness. His heart skipped a beat, cursing inwardly.
His opponent's build was obviously different from that of a small fry. It should be an Elite monster. Even if its level was not as high as his, it would still hurt quite a bit.
Zonyan, however, saw that the damage was only in the double digits and barely scratched his HP.
What was going on? Wasn't it more than that when he was surrounded by the small fry Feral Jackals just now?
"That halo just now is a debuff!" Joey yelled from behind him. "Look at your character panel! Be careful when you're dealing damage! "
Having been reminded by Joey, Zonyan cut down the elite monster with a single slash and was about to open his personal page for a look when he realized that the elite monster wasn't hurt much, and was instead leaping towards him again!
Gritting his teeth, Zonyan summoned a Soul Monument to hold it down for now. It was only then that he took the time to check his character panel, and found a weird icon in his character panel.
[Betrayal Aura: A curse from the God of Betrayal that does not distinguish between friend and foe. It greatly increases the damage to allies and greatly reduces the damage to enemies. You are more likely to have a critical hit when attacked by allies and more likely to miss when attacked by enemies.]
[Remark: 'You're all traitors now!' — God of Betrayal]
"Damn it, what kind of Sheol buff is that!"
Zonyan couldn't help cursing.
Even though the halo's effect didn't differentiate between friend and foe and appeared fair, that was under the premise that both sides were equal in ability!
Right now, the Players' attacks were clearly two or three levels higher than the Feral Jackals. With the debuff, they were dealing a whole lot more damage to their own allies, and hitting the Feral Jackals would result in Scraping Sand instead.
On the other hand, the Feral Jackals themselves were Scraping Sand, and hitting their own allies would result in Scraping Sand as well, although the Scraping Sand would be a little finer.
Comparing the two sides, the Players were at a huge disadvantage.
No wonder the Holy Lancer with high HP and defense would be instakilled. He wasn't killed by the Scraping Sand, but by his comrades who couldn't see what was going on ahead …
What made Zonyan even more uneasy was the information stated on the buff — the halo was clearly a divine spell, and even if it was an evil effect, it was only because the enemy deity was an evil god.
"The God of Betrayal … Is that what Swordtail believes in?!"
Zonyan was abnormally furious.
From his perspective, it would make sense if Swordtail believed in a deity of the Undead Pantheon or even a devil. After all, he was clearly searching for power, and it was normal that he would get lost.
However, to believe in the 'God of Betrayal' for that little bit of power, using betrayal as a precondition to rule the Grayclaw tribe and all nonhumans, only to send them all to the abyss of destruction left Zonyan immeasurably furious.
"There's no meaning in maintaining our formation now! Vulcan, have the nonhumans press forward and try to keep the Feral Jackals busy. We could fight for a long time without too many casualties if neither side is hurt! All Players are temporarily forbidden from using AoE skills. Melee if you can, don't keep the Feral Jackals busy, and just make it through quickly! Either way, everyone is coming with me! "
"What are you doing?" Vulcan asked in surprise.
"Do you even need to ask? We have to do what Players should do in such a situation! "
Zonyan rolled up his sleeves with a solemn expression, although his eyes appeared to be ablaze with a raging flame. "To take down the Boss, of course!"
The other Players around him all raised their weapons in response to his call, yelling excitedly.
"Oh —!"
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