The demon deer lowered its head and roared there, scraping the ground, as if preparing to charge.

Charles raised his crossbow, aim, fired.

There were also a few scattered crossbow arrows around him, which were fired at about the same time as him, and landed all over the deer. Charles saw that his neck was good, but not the best. Even more excessively, an arrow hit the deer in the eye.

Blood gushed out of the deer's face. It groaned in rage, and then apparently chose its target with its other remaining eye, a small man named Hulse. So, it sprinted in the opposite direction to where Charles was.

A few sighs rang out around Charles.

This is because, in order to avoid disputes after the collective hunt, they agreed in advance that whoever can attract the hatred and attention of the demonic creatures for a longer period of time will be the last spoiler.

That's a good rule. Because in this way, in order to attract hatred, everyone needs to attack the prey as best they can. It avoids the situation that someone does not contribute to the work. But Charles knew that once the Demon Deer's hatred target was established, it would have to exceed the opponent's attack power much in order to attract the Demon Deer.

That said, it's hard.

Several people put down their guns. Due to the suppression of the times, it was difficult for the attack power of the gun to attract the attention of the deer, but they still chose the gun out of luck (thinking that the gun was more accurate), or the gun was more compatible with themselves.

And the result, as expected.

The deer rushed near the man. Charles couldn't help but feel a glimmer of anticipation in his heart.

Maybe the deer will kill him? In that case, the hatred will be recalculated, and you and others will have a chance...

Hulse lived up to Charles, and many others' expectations. He leapt to his feet and dodged the deer's attack.

It's really...

He fell, turned around and continued to attack the demon deer. A few people stopped attacking it, but most of them, perhaps hoping to snatch the hatred back, attacked more fiercely.

After a while, the deer was clearly exhausted. It was making what could be the last charge. If nothing else, Hulse will easily avoid it and get a few thousand points in his hands.

As soon as Charles felt regret, he heard a scream.

It was Hulse who made the cry. On closer inspection, his leg was bleeding and appeared to have been hit by an arrow.

What's going on? It's a pity, but don't attack your teammates for the sake of a demon deer! Do people who do this allow you to attract hatred?

Charles looked around in surprise and found that many people were looking around in surprise, just like himself.

"Who is it?" An angry voice rang out. It's the one who's been close to Ranke lately, and who's organizing the group hunt: Molde.

"For a mere demon deer, you want to attack your teammates?" His face was pale, almost roaring. "Who did it! Everyone, stop attacking! Save Hulse first, and then bring in the Red Electricity Captain who is patrolling nearby! I'd like to see..."

Redlight's patrol isn't close. Thinking to himself, Charsin stopped his attack and looked at Molde. Was he going to have the deer kill Hulse?

It didn't seem to be, and several people stood up, intending to save Hulse. At this point, "Bang! "Another shot, on the ground next to Molde.

"Not our people!" Beside Molde, someone shouted. "Look, on the hillside to the west! Enemy attack! ”

While he was shouting like this, a chorus of "Ula!" rang out in that direction. At the same time, countless attacks struck.

---

"Huh?" Ranke looked at the notebook in front of Wang Luo. "What's new?"

"We're still working on it." Bore, who was on the side, said. "In the beginning, Mr. Humphrey thought that he could create an image of a 'naïve idealist' for the team leader, and that there was a high chance that the other team would be convinced by his previous actions. And it can be liked by a lot of people. ”

"Maybe some action." Humphrey suggested. "We can pretend to be a team to attack another team, and then you bring people to save them--- you know, muddy the waters."

"They'll always be a little grateful to you for that." Boreh said. "But you have to count on that to bring them together. Seriously, unlikely. As Mr. Humphrey said before, they have no interest in equality. Because..."

"What they usually feel is not being oppressed, but being superior to others." Wang Luo added. "It's really not going to be interesting."

"Yes." Boreh continued. "There is interest, and you will not be moved by the idea - whether the idea is right or not."

"Because of the existing philosophy, I have won a lot of victories, and I have confidence and inertia." Wang Luo said. "Even if there is a certain setback, it will not change easily."

"Exactly." Humphrey said. "It's good to be able to unite against the enemy. But if the conditions don't allow, after killing them, using the increased attack strength to pass the scene should be another option provided by the space. To be honest, if it was in an ordinary scene, the battle would have happened a long time ago. Even if there is a council, there have only been a few skirmishes here, which surprised me. ”

"It smells of a trap." Wang Luo said. "Mental traps. What if the later tasks become tasks that require the collaboration of many people to complete after the ability is improved? ”

"Oh, I admit, I can't completely rule it out." Humphrey said. "But space doesn't generally take pleasure in fooling people like you do."

"It's not enough." Wang Luo whispered, a picture of remembering something. "It's hard to change their philosophy, but it's not completely impossible."

"Oh, indeed." Humphrey replied. "Well, there is an image that suits you well, if only an angel, uh, with wings and glow, appears to them in an unattackable form, and says to the other team: You are a messenger sent by God. Just follow your arrangement and you will be saved. Maybe they'll come together. ”

"Or a couple of hurricanes." Boreh added. "Well, Harvey, Elma, Jos, and Katrina, come in turn after they oppose you, and blow their faces..."

"You can achieve psychological breakdown." Wang Luo looked thoughtful. "As long as we don't get blown away."

"Can you do it?" Humphrey looked serious.

"I can't." After a while, Wang Luo answered him. "But maybe we can set it up and make them think we did it."

"Oh, you always can." Humphrey and Boreh looked at each other. "I don't know what you're going to do?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Wang Luo admitted. "I've always been a bit resistant to pretending to be a ghost. Even if the problem is solved temporarily, it will affect the future development. ”