5
Two days later, the fighting began.
Led by Zhu Huan, the ninety-six legion raid members thickly encircled Tonnesgrave and attacked the gnolls.
From their scout reports, the legion raid knew the gnolls had vast numbers. There were ten thousand of them assembled there, at the very least. In terms of numeric fighting power, there was more than a hundredfold difference between them.
However, a hundredfold difference in fighting power didn’t mean that a hundred monsters could attack a single Adventurer at once. In fact, the gnolls encircled the ruins as if trying to protect them, taking up positions on the opposite side of the structure from Zhu Huan’s legion raid.
That meant the gnolls weren’t making full use of their numbers. All Zhu Huan’s unit had to do was fight the several hundred gnolls that surrounded them, and an encirclement on that level wouldn’t be enough to stop them. The gnolls’ individual fighting power was far below that of each assembled Adventurer.
A song welled up from within the unit.
It was Nocturne of Meditation.
In this land, the song was called “Ying Shi Ye Qu.” Ordinarily, the melody the Bard was playing had the effect of recovering—albeit gradually—MP, which wouldn’t normally recover during battle. It was slow, but in protracted combat, the accumulated recovery amount meant a lot. It was a strategic special skill.
Additionally, the green light of Pulse Recovery, the Druid spell, was visible here and there within the unit.
In terms of the relationship between HP recovery amounts and MP consumption, it was more efficient for each of the Recovery classes to use their unique recovery technique—in other words, Reactive Heal, Damage Interception, and Pulse Recovery—instead of instant recovery spells. In particular, while a Druid’s Pulse Recovery couldn’t recover instantly, it was a convenient spell that continued to recover HP for a set amount of time.
As these two points show, when putting together this legion raid, Zhu Huan had emphasized continuous combat ability over instant offensive ability. If the enemies were gnolls, they’d be able to consign them to oblivion without maintaining vast attack power.
On the contrary, it was more likely that they’d use their numbers to surround the legion raid and wear them out by force.
There was a rear guard unit stationed three kilometers behind the Ruined Colonnade, but Zhu Huan thought they’d be able to settle this with the ninety-six members of this large unit.
“Unit Three is exhausted. Pull them back to the inside! Right wing, switch! Unit One, advance!!”
He issued orders loudly, in a voice that was hoarse and roughened from living in the wilderness, but still full of dignity. The unit advanced in response, slashing through the gnolls.
In battles like this one, Swashbucklers and Taomancers were the leading players. Since their attacks pulled in the beings around them, they were able to suppress monsters on broad planes, instead of merely at points.
Lightning Nebula, a Taomancer wide-range spell, struck the gnolls. Electricity writhed, shining bluish-purple, gleaming like a nebula as it closed a dozen or so foul dog-headed monsters inside itself.
Coolly ignoring the gnoll screams that welled up all around them, four Swashbucklers leapt from the left and right of the unit, walking in a manner that looked like something out of a classical Chinese opera. Every time the twin swords they held flickered left or right, gnolls that’d been bound by the lightning fell comedically.
The swordsmen’s dance of blood went on, and when space opened up in front of the unit, the heavily armored suppression unit made up of Guardians immediately filled the gap. The Swashbuckler class was specially designed for offense. Before they could sustain needless damage, the unit took them back in, in preparation for the next attack.
The unit advanced steadily toward the center of the ruins, using tactics that, while plain, were true to the basics.
“One hour since combat began, hmm?” Zhu Huan muttered.
In his mind, having his unit wipe out the gnolls had never been an option.
After all, there were more than ten thousand of the creatures, possibly even twenty thousand. If he decided to, he didn’t think it would be impossible to destroy them, but it would take far too much work, and it wasn’t realistic.
The gnolls looked like they’d encircled Tonnesgrave with a formation that was several rows deep. They were also camped on the other side of the ruins, opposite the north side, where Zhu Huan and his army had launched their attack. He really didn’t feel like running an operation to annihilate them after they’d mustered all those backup forces as well.
Zhu Huan’s instincts told him it was better to aim for the center of the ruins.
What was this gnoll army, anyway?
In terms of typical gnoll behavior, he knew they formed packs, but these numbers were abnormal.
Something—probably a raid quest or some similar event—had happened among them. That something had assembled them and was keeping them together.
And there was no doubt that the Black Dragon mentioned in the report was somehow connected to that something.
Zhu Huan thought that the key to unlocking those mysteries had to be in the center of the Ruined Colonnade that the gnoll forces had surrounded.
“Rear rank Taomancers! Crush the enemy on top of the hill ahead of you! Open fire!!”
Even if there were several tens of thousands of gnolls, if the Adventurers were simply punching at right angles through a balanced defensive net, they probably wouldn’t encounter even a thousand of them. As a matter of fact, the Lelang Wolf Cavalry was currently tearing through that net.
But something was wrong.
The first ones to notice the initial signs were the Swashbucklers who’d carved their way into their foe’s ranks. The special skill Green Mountain Wind had expanded the Swashbucklers’ swords; their offensive abilities were no different than normal, but the attack range was wider, and when they swung, they pulled in the surrounding monsters as well. The way they slipped into the enemy’s dense ranks maximized the damage being inflicted.
The four Swashbucklers, running to provide support attacks for their Taomancer allies, increased the damage by making their range attacks overlap, and they’d succeeded in turning the area in front of the unit into a killing field.
However—
Their swords’ agile dance was blocked by gnolls they could have sworn had been lying on the ground. Hairy hands they knew they’d already defeated caught the Swashbucklers’ wrists.
A young dwarf Swashbuckler with a boyish face choked back a scream.
Even if this was a subjugation battle in which they were sowing damage across a wide range, that didn’t mean they weren’t checking the creatures’ HP. Gnolls the Swashbuckler was sure he’d finished off had gotten up again. In fact, the monsters’ arms were shredded, and he could see pale viscera through the gaps in their broken scale armor.
Still, what really terrified the boy wasn’t their grotesque figures. It was their status displays.
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