Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 115 - 95: Encircling the Harpy_1

This was the suggestion proposed by Chief Gaven, to not launch a full-scale war against the harpies right off the bat, but rather conduct small-scale hunts.

First, to validate the lethality of psychic bullets against the harpies through real combat and to collect more detailed data.

Facts had repeatedly proven that this skill was extremely effective against the crude and obtuse harpies, rendering them unconscious for at least eight counts, and sometimes even a dozen or more. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Second, to weaken the overall strength of the harpies as much as possible; with one less member, they would be that much weaker. If possible, it would be ideal to eradicate the entire harpy tribe through such assassinations.

Such a thought, however, only existed in theory.

Even the harpies, dim-witted as they were, weren’t foolish enough not to notice when a large number of their tribe members went missing.

Dusk had fallen, and the harpies that had gone out hunting were gradually returning to the nest.

Two harpies were killed just as one of the returning harpies laid eyes on them, causing it to let out an angry and startled screech, which alarmed all the harpies on Eagle Cliff.

A massive number of harpies took to the sky, darkening the air like a storm cloud, hovering around Eagle Cliff and searching everywhere for the despicable enemy.

The sneaky hunting squad, preparing to flee, was immediately exposed under their watchful eyes.

Cheep! Cheep! Cheep!

Accompanied by a few sharp eagle cries.

Seven or eight harpies gathered, lowered their bodies, and shot forward menacingly in a dive.

The frantic fleeing of the hunting squad turned into outright escape; they bent down, trying to squeeze into the surrounding caverns.

This further aroused the harpies’ hunting desire; how could they let prey that was within their grasp escape? Each of them tucked in their wings and entered a dive, quickly closing the distance.

Just when the two sides were only about ten meters apart, perhaps even less,

Those who were fleeing suddenly turned around, their faces revealing ferocious grins.

That was by no means the expression of prey, but that of hunters.

The sudden role reversal, with the harpies’ dumb brains, didn’t register immediately.

They didn’t get the chance to understand either.

Brilliant azure light began to shine from around the caverns, and one after another, formless psychic bullets shot into their brains, rendering them unconscious.

The last thing they saw before losing consciousness was a horrifying sight.

Dozens of disguised cave entrances were lifted away at once, densely packed like a beehive, scores of Erde charged out from within.

In that moment, even the not-so-smart harpies realized it was a trap, and they had been ambushed.

Of the eight harpies, only six fell unconscious; the remaining two were unaffected, whether the Erde’s spellcasting had failed or their will was strong enough to make saving throws.

But before they could flap their wings and change direction, two additional psychic bullets were fired, plunging them into the same idle state.

The Erde ambushers were close at hand, and they were clearly well-trained. In groups of three to five, they grappled the harpies and slammed them onto the ground.

This was a more effective means of injury than the daggers in their hands.

As it happened, they could break their necks or spines on impact. Even if it didn’t kill them, it could leave them disabled.

At the very least, it could break their wings; even if they woke up, they could only struggle on the ground, deprived of the chance to fly again.

Moreover, there were many more regular gnolls waiting for them on the ground.

Those who awoke upon landing were dealt with by strong hands.

Those who did not awaken were dragged into the narrow caverns by several gnolls and madly stabbed; regardless of whether they woke up or not, the likelihood of their survival was almost nil.

A combination of combat tactics played out, greatly encouraging the gnolls who were watching from their hiding spots.

So this is another way to conduct a battle.

Including these eight harpies, their ambush had eliminated a total of fifteen harpies.

This splendid victory even surpassed Eagle Cliff Burrow’s battle gains from the previous year.

The rich spoils of war greatly boosted the gnolls’ confidence, filling them with the hope of certain victory in this battle.

Cheep! Cheep! Cheep!

The ambush on these eight harpies, carried out in front of all the harpies, had completely enraged them.

A harpy, twice the size of a regular one and with dazzling blood-colored wings, flew to the front, guarded by six similarly muscular harpies.

This was Queen Bloodfeather, leader of this harpy tribe.

After the Harpy Queen appeared, she raised her neck to sing and even began dancing in the air, joined by her guards who responded in kind.

Such a dance was more complicated than any Gaven had ever seen, not only because it was performed midair, but also because they flawlessly integrated their wings into it.

The Harpy Queen, just like other Bird Demons, had hands and feet that were grotesque eagle claws.

But as the dance began, one could not help but disregard that, focusing only on her pristine body which was captivating.

Gaven felt another punch to his right cheek, followed by Artolia’s cold snort in his mind, "I know you’re a hot-blooded youth, but please pick the right time and target, don’t screw up the ambush plan."

"I wasn’t mesmerized this time," Gaven replied with a mental retort, "I’d only heard about some harpies having a ’Dance of Seduction’ in addition to the ’Song of Seduction.’ I never expected to witness it with my own eyes today."

"Alright, drop the explanations, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about," Artolia said in a tone that suggested she understood him all too well, which made Gaven’s teeth itch with irritation.