(An extra chapter for our brother 'midsummer indulgence', 1/5)
Under Meow Brother's "BUG" strategy, the "dangerous" constructs that kept pouring out of the Second Hall were wiped out in batches, thanks to Lord Murphy's spectacular "assist."
The coordination between them was so smooth that even the Witch Hunters waiting comfortably in the rear wondered if the cunning vampires had prepared this strategy in advance. They had to admit, using the weak to draw the attention of powerful enemies and lure them toward their own heavy hitters was a simple but effective tactic.
What's more, the players' erratic movements and their occasional bouts of inexplicable behavior had left a deep impression on the Witch Hunters.
Still...
"They're just ordinary guard constructs. Do they really need to make such a fuss?"
Amber, a scout among the Witch Hunters, adjusted her goggles and whispered to Captain Natalie in front of her:
"Looks like Lord Murphy's warriors aren't holding back. They really are weak! They're only a little stronger than ordinary soldiers. Of course, they're much stronger than when we first met them.
Their rate of growth is astonishing."
"But have you forgotten how we lost when these people ambushed us? I admit luck played a part, and we were too careless.
But you have to admit that when they fight for their lives, they don't hold back. Their fearlessness in the face of death is their greatest advantage."
Natalie shook her head.
"Stay alert, Amber! Insulting the enemy is an insult to yourself, especially when they've defeated us before."
"All right, the monkey show ends here!"
The old knight Finnock took the metal kite shield engraved with divine scripture and the single-handed hammer made of verdant holy wood from a Witch Hunter beside him. Then he addressed his team:
"There's a massive disturbance