"Monster!" At the end of his life, there was only one thought in his mind.
It wasn't a very sophisticated action plan, but it was very risky and required absolute trust in his teammates, and a fearlessness of death.
Trying this method to isolate and devour fellow Wanderers when the numbers on both sides were about the same, if it's not fearlessness of death, what is it?
Benefits? Can't see any.
It can't just be for the sake of killing, Wanderers don't operate that way.
...
"Anyone lacking experience here?"
"Maxed-out brothers, take the front and tank a bit, later we'll divide loot based on DPS, don't forget we've got the Lord handing out rewards!"
"Good brother, let me take a slash!"
As the flames of war flickered and the tents burned, the battlefield finally heated up, with everyone's face aglow with the firelight.
In such a fierce fighting atmosphere, the Undead fought even more fiercely.
