Meow Brother's tactics had worked brilliantly, boosting the confidence of the First Battle Group's brothers.
After experiencing the effects of those multiple enhancements, even the newbies who had only been in the game for a few days thought that a mere pack of gnolls couldn't possibly threaten them.
The players who were Witch Hunters had become especially adept at working together to weave hunting illusions. This once-overlooked support skill had also proved useful for splitting up enemies in group battles. This wave of gains in combat power was all thanks to the dramatic improvement in their skills.
But Meow Brother, as their commander, wasn't nearly so optimistic.
He knew this victory had been nothing more than an enemy scouting attack. It was no indication of the destruction the gnolls of the Dark Mountains could truly unleash.
So, once the battle ended, Meow Brother barely took a moment to relax before ordering the players to scatter even more seeds around the highland, further reinforcing the terrain they favored to ensure his tactics could be maintained.
Still, Meow Brother couldn't help harboring a little hope.
More than ten days had passed since the Deathmatch. The gnolls had left over three thousand corpses on this highland. Most had come from minor clans, and elite warriors made up only a quarter of them, but those were still terrifying losses for a small battlefield on a highland with no strategic value.
If the gnoll commander on the other side had even a shred of sense, he'd know to avoid this hard nut and try attacking Blackflame Pass from another direction.
Back when Happy Stick's battle group had defended this place, Meow Brother had noticed that although the fighting had escalated rapidly, the number of battles had clearly decreased. That meant the enemy had also realized