"Roar!"
A frenzied roar came from nearby.
The piercing sound made both of them involuntarily cover their ears and grimace.
It was their teammate.
A pure offense-oriented Dwarf Warrior.
"Why can't you just give us a heads-up before you roar?" said the green-haired Elf, unable to hold back.
"What's the big deal? We're in the middle of a battle here."
The Dwarf spoke, his face visibly reddening and expressing anger; he was entering a slight frenzy status. This was a certain beneficial effect brought about by the roar.
"Haha, I'm going to smash these purple bastards!"
He roared, brandishing his Warhammer, spinning around madly.
"Go back to the womb!"
"He's frenzied, cover him," said the human Warrior.
He was the Captain of this Night Watcher team.
A Magic Shield enveloped the Dwarf.
A cold-faced Elf Mage with light golden hair, looking like an elegant male.
He waved his Magic Staff and applied the shield to the other two as well.
"Careful, this is a battlefield."
