"Bang!"
The projectile shot out and hit the chest armor of the barbarian leader, causing him to stumble and fall over. Arrows went flying into the air in confusion, but Stick Brother had already ascended to a height where the gusts from his flapping wings effortlessly knocked down the harmless arrows.
The barbarian leader wasn't dead, just stained with blood, not even mortally wounded.
But he had no chance to save his subordinates anymore!
"Third team! Throw!"
Stick Brother shouted into his team communicator, where all the third team members were new players.
They had low levels and ordinary equipment, but they remembered their orders.
Although two of them got so excited that they lit their bombs and threw them without counting, the remaining eight all silently counted to three in their heads before throwing their round bombs into the crowd of over thirty wolf people.
