"They're here" Frost uttered while pointing to the dungeon's entrance.
The first wave of the mid stages, a wave containing approximately 100 enemies and each a fair bit stronger than what they'd encountered previously.
"Squeeeaaaaalll!!" As everyone's focus was drawn to the dungeon's entrance a loud pig like squeal could be heard, or rather a boar like squeal.
The ground trembled as a horde of muscular boars charged through the narrow entrance, straight into the prepared kill box. Like before their eyes were blood red, veins violently throbbing across their bodies, completely in a maddened state.
F-rank winter boars were at the forefront, their tough hides struggling to squeeze into the narrow gap, pushing against the ice walls.
E-rank frost tusked boars followed behind them, their enlarged ice encrusted tusks looking incredibly menacing and if given the opportunity would quite easily sink into the prepared ice walls.
