Wells kicked away the vicious dog lunging at him, then hurriedly adjusted his stance and deflected an arrow aimed at his face.
After dealing with that, he looked back at the hunter opposite him, only to find the man had opened up another seven or eight steps of distance.
Ralph, that bastard—what did he mean by "you handle that hunter"?
A hunter and his dog together made it two against one, didn't they?
He would be doing well just not to get kited to death.
The fight had started far too suddenly. One moment, Ralph had still been talking to the other side's leader, trying to buy the monster corpses they had not yet used up, with the two of them arguing endlessly over the price.
The next moment, the other side had suddenly attacked them.
Caught off guard, the dwarf had taken an injury to the arm, and the situation was very unfavorable for their side.
Wells just could not understand why they had taken the initiative to attack. It was not as if his side had been the one to obtain that A-Rank Magic Crystal.
Besides, although his side was at a disadvantage, they were not incapable of fighting back. If this went on to the end, both sides would inevitably suffer.
That small piece of A-Rank Magic Crystal was indeed precious, but surely it was not worth betting their lives on?
Could it be that someone among them wanted to borrow our hands to kill off a few teammates so they could split a bigger share?
No, that method was far too risky and stupid.
Tilting his head, Wells dodged another arrow that had clearly been enhanced with a spinning skill, and found a moment to glance at his teammates.
Ralph was locked in a fierce fight