Despite their solemn expressions, they weren't particularly panicked. They were all too familiar with horde tactics from their time in the sea. Compared to the underwater swarms that attacked from all directions—front, back, left, right, above, and below—a beast tide on land coming from a single direction felt like no pressure at all.
But this was the surface, after all, an unfamiliar environment. With so little intelligence, it was always better to be cautious.
"They're here!"
Soon, the swarm of rats closed in. The moment they saw them, the Sea Race breathed a collective sigh of relief. They were just Ordinary rats, possessing no Magic Power. They were nothing to worry about. After all, even if they simply stood there and let the rats bite them, their defenses couldn't be broken!
However, the Sharkman in the lead furrowed his brow. Staring at the seemingly endless horde of rats, he had a nagging feeling that something was wrong. 'First of all, where did so many rats come from?'
