"Could humanity's strength really be something we can contend with right now?"
"So what if we have greater numbers?"
"Even here on The Grasslands, we have learned some things about the human world. The country we live in, Huaxia, has hundreds of cities."
"Even if we truly won this war, destroyed that human city, and killed that powerful human, what then?"
"We would only face even more terrifying retaliation from this country."
"Besides, what makes you so certain that that human would risk his life, even die, to stop us for the sake of other people?"
"If he ran away, what would be the point of everything we were doing?"
A Mutant Moose with enormous antlers and the humanlike light of Crest of Knowledge gleaming in its eyes looked at him and spoke calmly.
Unlike the other Mutant Creatures, it did not harbor any deep-seated hatred toward humans, nor did it understand why they regarded humans as their adversaries.
Clearly, the different races among themselves were already Hunters and prey.
Yet now, they had gathered together to launch an attack against humans, a species completely unrelated to their own.
It could not understand it. It had only come out of curiosity, not because it wished to participate.
"We merely wish to inform humanity that The Grasslands belong to us, not them."
"As for retaliation, we are scattered throughout different regions of The Grasslands. They do not have that much time to search for us here. Besides, the threats they face are far more than just us."
"Other cities also have their own Mutant Creatures to fend off."
He looked at the Mutant Moose and spoke indifferently.
Humans already possessed too much. They did not lack this stretch of grassland. But the grassland was all they had; it was the home