"So... Ragnar's helper really left?"
"So... that unlucky guy called Xing Anlin really wasn't on Ragnar's side?"
"So... that guy was now snatching the spoils that should have been mine?!"
Longlei Prante's eyes widened as he instinctively shifted toward the stone pillar.
He started with slow, small steps, then broke into a quick run, before finally sprinting.
The figure in his sight rapidly grew larger, yet showed no sign of vigilance, remaining wholly focused on gathering up the spoils scattered across the ground.
"Leave some for me!!"
Unable to endure it any longer, Longlei Prante finally roared.
He had weighed things up.
That guy called Xing Anlin probably wasn't very strong.
Earlier, he had only managed to keep the other Players from approaching by using a massive crossbow to fire explosive bolts in succession.
He was completely useless in close combat, leaving it all to the three Kero Clan members.
So Longlei Prante truly wasn't afraid of clashing with him now.
If they couldn't negotiate, then he would kill him!
Longlei Prante was brimming with killing intent, on the verge of coming to blows.
Yet the unfortunate-looking young man only barely reacted, as though he had just realized someone was approaching from behind. He let out a startled cry.
"There are still people alive?"
"Ah, I recognize you. You're that Oglin Orc who was using sound waves to strike the stone pillar earlier, trying to forcibly destroy the formation, right?"
"That's me!" Longlei Prante answered instinctively.
But he suddenly felt that being so cooperative would make him seem rather low-class.
After all, the two of them were less than three meters apart now. This was entirely Longlei Prante's home ground for close combat.
Strength determined status.
That Xing Anlin fellow across from him ought to be treating him with proper