Chapter: 445

Next, Jay had the highest level melee classes at the two top points of the V-shape formation; they would be taking the brunt of the attack after all, so they should be the strongest.

The two at the top weren’t in too much danger though, as they also had the advantage of the rangers firing from either side, stopping them from being flanked.

Speaking of rangers, it consisted of Anya with her crossbow, a tall lanky guy with a bow, and another girl with a composite bow.

“Ahh, that’s better” Jay smiled, feeling like an itch had been scratched as his troop formation plan came together nicely. There was an odd satisfaction about it.

A part of him wanted them to line up perfectly, but he decided not to push them too hard; this wasn’t their job, and they were human after all.

“They probably won’t be as good as my skeletons, but maybe they’ll have some decent abilities to make up for it.” Jay silently thought.

“Hm.” he frowned as he looked over at another field.

Most adventurers were in groups of two or three; some were solo and not even talking to each other, completely excluded. It seemed like there was no cooperation at all. It was plain to see that their defence would not work very well.

Tactically, it would be like they were getting ambushed – despite knowing enemies were coming. There was no organisation at all.

In fact, even a troop of new soldiers would have a better formation while being ambushed than these young adventurers did.

“Damn…” Jay pitied them. “Why don’t people ever step up and take some responsibility? Even if people don’t listen to you, at least you tried; at least you had put in some effort.” he thought while looking at them.

Some even seemed to have bitter expressions, it was like they were wondering why no one would step up and lead them – however they themselves still did nothing about it. They would only hurt themselves in the long run.

Jay wanted to go over and help – if not to organise them, then to at least get them talking to one another; it would be better than nothing.

They seemed to look like a group of hypno-goats, ignoring each other and wandering aimlessly as they pointlessly looked around at the dirt in the field.

“Hmm, I can only hope they don’t die. Perhaps this will be a lesson to them.” he shrugged.

Next, he checked the other field and a slight smile came on Jay’s face.

“Nice.” he thought, checking out their formation, “At least some others are stepping up.”


Jay was checking out the adventurers in the other nearby fields.

In the other field was Stephen. While he had a limp, it seemed that he maintained some leadership ability within himself – and now without being a dick about it either.

The limp seemed to benefit him more than it hurt him; it made him wake up and realise he needed people – despite having turrets to defend himself.

His formation was a little different to Jay’s.

Three rock turrets slowly turned left and right, as if scanning for threats. They were evenly spaced in a line facing the forest.

Stephen’s team consisted of eight melee users with one ranger. He simply had the turrets interlaced between a wall of melee troops, while the ranger stood behind them with himself.

He casually glanced back across to Jay’s field, but had no expression on his face while doing so – it was like he was studying Jay.