These Highlander warriors had to admire these adventurers—they had actually managed to flee so quickly through this forest. Thus began a chase and flight that covered seven or eight kilometers in the blink of an eye. When they reached a clearing, however, they found the adventurers from before looking at them with mocking expressions.
Then, with a shout, the adventurers lying in ambush rushed out from the woods. At a glance, there were no fewer than a hundred of them, including even a mage! The Highlanders immediately understood just how dire their situation was. Everyone knew that Highlanders had abysmal talent for magic. Highlander shamans found it difficult to contend with human mages of the same rank. Moreover, most shamans cultivated supportive magic, using it to protect and enhance the warriors' combat strength.
"Ahaha! Highlanders really are Highlanders—big bodies, tiny brains! More than thirty sturdy Highlanders. Looks like we've made quite a haul this time. Once we capture you, we can pack up and leave. No need to stay in this damned place any longer!" one man said with wild laughter.
The Highlander leader did not utter any threats. Instead, he gave an order, commanding the Highlanders to form a circle, with the warriors on the outside and the ranged attackers in the middle.
He shouted furiously, "You despicable humans, you treacherous Golden Dragon Mercenaries! The descendants of the great Hellscream would rather die in battle than become slaves. Come and try us if you dare! I'll make you pay for your foolishness with twice as many corpses!"
"Is that so? Your Highlander stubbornness is indeed inversely proportional to the size of your idiot brains. Recognizing our identities was your stupidest mistake! I truly hate to kill you, since every Highlander is worth a mountain of gold coins. But I