At this moment, Lainekel was surrounded by a group of players, numbering about a dozen.
They were attacking him, and he was retaliating, though it seemed more like self-defense.
These players were only around level thirty or forty, while Lainekel, despite not having any weapons in hand, effortlessly blocked their attacks with just one hand. He wanted to leave but was entangled by these reckless players. He didn't want to hurt them, and that held him back.
"Come on, guys! We'll catch this humanoid monster soon, and then we'll sell him at the slave market for a hefty sum!"
"This creature looks like some evil race. We're definitely right to catch it! With so many indigenous soldiers helping us, we shouldn't be afraid of anything!"
Watching these strangely confident individuals who were clearly much weaker than him, Lainekel felt frustrated. Unable to bear it any longer, he finally spoke up.
"If you keep this up, I'll make you regret it."
