You promised to wreak havoc on the dungeon, but instead you've got Dragon Slime!

"Don't rush, one at a time."

Bran reminded the tank berserker in the team.

"I'll initiate the fight and pull the monsters over one by one to deal with them."

They might say that the Black Language Cave is nothing special, but they were still very cautious when actually venturing into it.

Bran euphemistically puts it as: strategically despise the opponent, but tactically respect them.

He drew his bow and aimed at one of the dog-headed men with a colored glass bottle on its head, and fired an arrow after they dispersed.

As the kobold in the stained glass bottle was hit, the bubble kobold immediately let out a shout.

"Damn intruders, how dare they attack the three kobold brothers? They're asking for trouble."

Shouting, he ran towards the adventurer team.

Meanwhile, the remaining two kobolds, Gulu Treasure and Wooden Hammer Nogu, also shouted.

“You who attacked our brothers are dead.”

While shouting, he ran towards the adventurer team.

Ron saw this and immediately realized what was happening.

It seems that after these three brothers mutated, they developed the ability to share a common hatred.

No matter how far apart the three are, the hatred is shared.

Therefore, if the adventurer attacks one of them, the other two will also attack.

However, this is just one finding, and we need to continue observing to see if there are any other changes.

They saw three kobolds charging towards them from both the front and back.

Bran frowned.

"Is hatred shared?"

He loudly reminded them, "How about this, I'll pull one away, and the mage will also be pulled away to kite it. The remaining one, the priest, the tank, and the rogue, you three can take care of it."

Bran is a seasoned adventurer with extensive experience.

For monsters you share a hatred for, just kite them a bit to get away, and then kill them one by one.

He turned and ran away into the distance, carrying the kobold with the stained glass bottle on its head that he had shot.

The mage also struck the second-in-command of the kobolds with a fireball, and then ran away into the distance.

The tank then faced the kobold wearing a wooden barrel on its head, held off the enemy, and let the rogue deal damage while the priest healed from behind.

With a clear division of labor and wise responses, this adventurer team is indeed quite strong.

Ron, however, wasn't worried at all.

Below, the thieves launched a series of attacks on the kobold leader.

Suddenly, the kobold struck the floor with its weapon.

Upon seeing the kobolds use their abilities, tanks, rogues, and priests should stop attacking and run a distance to avoid being hit by the skill's blast wave and taking damage.

However, the barrel-headed kobold laughed and shouted as he pounded on the barrel.

"The three happy kobold brothers are the happiest trio in the underworld..."

The singing was a little unpleasant.

Just as the tank, the thief, and the priest were wondering what the effect of this skill would be, a potato popped out from the ground, flew towards the priest, and hit him on the head.

"boom……"

There was a muffled sound.

The pastor clutched his forehead in pain.

"Damn guy."

Then the potato flew back and was caught by the barrel-headed kobold, who ate it in a few bites and regained some health.

At this moment, the tank and the thief, who were his companions, hurriedly asked him questions.

"Pastor, how are you feeling?"

Chapter 100

The pastor rubbed his forehead.

"I don't think I felt anything other than a slight headache."

There was no reaction when hit by a potato.

"Could it be that you have to be hit by a potato to avoid skill damage?"

The thief in the team speculated.

Upon hearing this, the tank berserker looked suspicious.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out."

At this moment, the barrel-headed kobold resumed its rhythmic pounding of the ground, and another potato flew out from the ground.

Seeing this, the tank berserker proactively leaned forward.

A flying potato hit the tank's head.

I reached out and touched my slightly aching head, sensing the changes within myself.

"It shouldn't cause any harm, that should be the case. You have to catch the potato with your head."

Meanwhile, the barrel-headed man continued to sing and rhythmically tap the ground.

Then it was another potato...

This time, the thief also willingly offered his head up so that the potato could hit him.

"boom"

The thief, hit on the head, rubbed his head and watched as the barrel-headed kobold picked up the potato that had bounced back and ate it, then continued to pound the ground and sing with a strong sense of rhythm.

"It seems our guess was right. We should catch the potato with our heads so that the skill won't do any damage."

So the group just watched as the barrel-headed kobold banged on the ground.

Potatoes kept flying out, and the three of them took turns banging their heads against them.

Claudia, who was sitting above watching this scene, was almost laughing herself silly.

"Haha, these adventurers are like idiots, willingly offering their heads to get hit by potatoes, it's hilarious."

Ron also felt that this skill was a bit too nonsensical.

The tank, having been hit on the head for a while, was losing patience.

"Damn, this mutated kobold is obviously messing with us. It's hit us so many times and still won't stop using its skills."

The thief also realized that something was amiss.

Just then, a potato flew by.

He immediately activated his sprint and dodged.

The potato missed its target, hitting the ground without flying back.

Tank and Priest immediately looked at the thief.

The thief moved his body, sensed the changes within himself, and his face immediately darkened.

"Damn, we've been tricked. This potato doesn't do any harm at all. It wouldn't have mattered if we had dodged it."

Tank and the priest both looked furious.

"That damn mutated kobold, kill him."

Feeling insulted, the three immediately rushed forward and attacked the barrel-headed kobold.

As the barrel-headed kobold was attacked, its rhythm of pounding the ground was disrupted.

As the rhythm was disrupted, the thief who was attacking the barrel kobold suddenly turned pale, clutched his chest, sat on the ground, and began to breathe rapidly.

Tank was the same; he sat on the ground, his shield and one-handed weapon falling from his hands, clutching his chest in pain.

Only the priest, who was further away, showed no reaction. He looked surprised as he watched the changes in his two companions.

"What happen to you guys?"

The thief was now lying on the ground in agony, one hand pressed against his heart.

"No, my heartbeat doesn't feel right."

He curled up like a shrimp, felt suffocated, and entered a state of imminent death.

The tank berserker's condition is exactly the same as the thief's.

"It's related to the rhythm with which this thing strikes the ground. If its rhythm is disrupted, we will get hurt. That must be it."

Both of their health points plummeted.

The pastor quickly moved a little further away to treat the two.

However, the rate at which health is lost is much faster than the rate at which healing is achieved.

Before long, the thief and the berserker were both dead and disappeared from the dungeon.

The priest broke out in a cold sweat, just as the barrel-headed kobold began charging at him again.

Left with no other option, the pastor had to run away to avoid suffering the same fate as his two companions.

Meanwhile, Captain Bran, who was responsible for luring the bubble kobold away, had run to a corner and was leading it in circles, occasionally turning back to shoot a couple of arrows.

He was unaware that he had lost two team members.

The magician on the other side, who was luring the beggars' elder dog-headed man, was not so lucky.

He lured the Beggars' Sect elder, the dog-headed man, to a secluded spot, released a fireball to whittle down the opponent's health, and was about to turn and run when suddenly something hit him on the head.

He covered his head, looked down, and saw a copper coin roll past his feet.