How was Hill supposed to respond to that?
Whatever he said, he would only hurt himself.
So Hill did not even turn around. He looked at the survivors below the hillside... after downing a few bottles of health potions, some of them were finally ready to climb again.
Come to think of it, Old School Striking King truly deserved her reputation as a clever woman who rarely got dragged down by idiots. She was nearly fifty meters ahead of the Undead trailing behind her.
And that was with her testing every step, giving each new grass vine several hard tugs before trusting it.
The clever ones following her, who had quickly caught up after noticing what she was doing, were not nearly so thorough.
Especially the most impatient ones.
Although one of them had probed the path with his spear... he had failed to account for the difference in their weight. He lost his footing, slipped, and instantly tumbled down.
And he took two clever fellows behind him along for the ride, both of whom had hoped to follow a path someone else had already tested.
Some of them even rolled off in a different direction from the way they had come and fell straight into pits.
Most of those probing the path with long blades, spears, and staves were merely copying Old School Striking King, the woman who had made it farthest ahead. After all, everyone knew she had known Hill long enough to understand him well.
Listen to good advice, and you will come out ahead. That saying was especially useful at a time like this... though, of course, only at a time like this.
Still, they were not all that cautious. Take the unlucky fellow who got distracted while bending down to grab a grass vine: his