The Hopeless Gnolls Were Giving Dusk a Headache (Monthly Ticket Bonus 1330)

The governor of Transia stood amid a mountain of corpses and rivers of blood, demanding to see the gnolls' leader.

He even said "please" quite politely.

But no one moved. The gnolls weren't stupid. If they really called their Warlord over in this situation, never mind how the conversation between the two leaders might end—none of the gnolls present would make it out alive.

Hugheson was a Chosen of the Hunt. He and his god had no mercy for cowardly gnolls who dared not fight even when face-to-face with their enemies.

They exchanged glances, and the timidity that had taken hold of them began to fade.

Especially after several vanguard warlords roared and drew their blades. The fear that Murphy had temporarily instilled in them was gradually dissipating. More and more gnolls reached for the weapons at their sides, and the sight gave the armed kobolds, who had been watching their gnoll masters, the courage to steel themselves again. They, too, drew their crude but deadly weapons.

Murphy pursed his lips at the sight.

See? See? What had he said?

The gnolls still weren't afraid enough of him. They actually dared to draw their blades in front of Administrator Alpha. That proved Murphy needed to launch deadly attacks more often, so the gnolls would realize that vampires were their bane—or their natural enemy.

"I knew it. This is just like a damned dungeon—you have to kill a certain number of mobs before the BOSS shows up. All right, all right. How hard can it be?"

Murphy pressed the switch on his chainsword again. Amid its low growl and rising black smoke, the deadly weapon once more revealed its bloodthirsty edge.

He scanned the gnolls ahead and selected the first warlord to draw a blade as his target. Then he cast