My Computer Leads to an Instance Dungeon-Chapter 61: Dog Whistle

The Dogman Priest that Fang Zhen saw was taller than an average Dogman. Its appearance was also vastly different from the others.

The most common Dogman Miners looked extremely similar to hyenas, as if they were a new bipedal species that had evolved from them.

The Dogman Priest’s general shape, height, and the structure of its legs and face were all roughly the same as a Dogman Miner’s. However, its skin bore no fur, covered instead in green scales that made it look more like a lizard. Yet, it strangely still possessed the overall silhouette of a hyena.

Fang Zhen clicked his tongue in amazement.

It was said that Dogmen had draconic blood, and at this moment, Fang Zhen was starting to believe it.

’The dragon in the Redstone Town instance is probably one of those giant, flying lizard types. Besides, there’s a saying—in both the East and the West—that dragons are innately lecherous.’

’To put it bluntly, when a dragon goes into heat, it’ll try to screw any creature in sight.’

’The Dogmen have draconic blood. Maybe in ancient times, some dragon inexplicably got it on with a hyena-like creature, and that’s how the Dogman race came to be.’

’Looking at that Dogman Priest... Is this some kind of genetic throwback?’

Fang Zhen couldn’t help but wonder: with a dragon’s massive size, if it really had passed down its bloodline to create the Dogman race, how exactly did that original dragon mate with the Dogmen’s ancestors?

"AWOOOO!" The Dogmen performing the mysterious ritual raised their heads in unison before prostrating themselves on the ground.

A sharp glint flashed in Fang Zhen’s eyes. Pushing aside his stray thoughts, he quickly composed himself and began to observe the number of Dogmen and their equipment.

The Dogmen were kneeling in a dense pack. Fang Zhen counted them; there were twenty-six or twenty-seven Dogman Miners alone.

Surrounding the prostrating Dogman Miners were several elites: three Armored Dogman Warriors, two Dogman Scouts holding crossbows, and another Dogman in leather armor. This last one carried two viciously sharp-looking daggers at its sides and seemed to be a class-user, like an Assassin or a Skinning Master, not just an ordinary Dogman Miner.

Of these six elite Dogmen, two of the Armored Dogman Warriors at the rear held candles. They stood to the left of the Dogman Miners who were performing the ritual.

The two Dogman Scouts were on the right side of the prostrating miners, occasionally moving around on patrol. They also held candles, their faces oriented toward the Dogman Priest.

Having seen the situation clearly, Fang Zhen quickly formulated a battle plan in his mind.

’If I could, I’d love to just toss a Molotov cocktail right into that crowd of kneeling Dogman Miners. They’re packed so tightly, one hit would incinerate at least a dozen of them, maybe more.’

Fang Zhen considered it for a moment, then shook his head.

The ritual site was over forty meters away from him. It would be incredibly difficult to throw a Molotov cocktail that far with any accuracy, let alone worry about the fuse going out mid-flight.

Fang Zhen dismissed the plan.

Another plan immediately surfaced in his mind.

The open terrain wasn’t ideal for Molotovs, but the narrow passageway he came from was perfect. If he played his cards right, he could lure all these Dogmen in there. With one or two Molotov Cocktails, he was confident he could incinerate sixty to eighty percent of them, if not all.

With his thoughts clear, a preliminary battle plan began to form.

He would first take out the two Dogman Scouts, then do his best to eliminate the two candle-holding Dogman Warriors.

Besides the Dogman Priest, there were six elites. Of them, the Dogman Scouts posed the gravest threat to him.

He could run from the other Elite Dogmen if he couldn’t beat them, but the Scouts were another matter entirely.

The Dogman Scouts all carried crossbows. A shot from the front might penetrate his Anti-Riot Shield and riot gear. If they pursued him from behind, who knew how accurate they were? They might just land a critical hit and pierce him clean through from the back.

Fang Zhen was here in the flesh; safety was his top priority. Even if it meant he couldn’t use his Molotov Cocktails, he had to eliminate the two biggest threats—the Scout Crossbowmen—first.

Fang Zhen had also considered shooting the Dogman Priest.

Unfortunately, the Dogman Priest was too far away. It was also dancing around like a shaman possessed by a Ma Xian, its footwork bizarrely fluid and unpredictable. It swayed left and right, making it impossible to aim for a vital spot. On top of that, its entire body was covered in green scales of unknown defensive strength.

Furthermore, the flight path for a Crossbow Arrow was heavily obstructed by the Dogman Miners, making a kill shot unlikely.

After a moment’s thought, Fang Zhen decided to switch targets.

First, the Scouts. Then, he’d prioritize the Dogman Warriors holding candles. The intel he’d purchased with Merit Points before entering the instance stated that Dogmen had a profound fear of the dark. If he could just extinguish their light sources, the bastards would be thrown into chaos.

Then, with a little more prodding, he could achieve his primary objective: herd them together for the Molotov Cocktails.

There were five light sources in total. Four were held by the Elite Dogmen. The fifth was a one-and-a-half-meter-tall candelabra—who knows where the Dogmen found it—holding seven or eight candles. It burned as brightly as a torch, illuminating the Dogman Priest.

Behind the candelabra stood one of the Dogman Scouts.

Fang Zhen finalized his plan of attack.

He didn’t act immediately.

Fang Zhen gently set down his long spear with his right hand. He then pulled out a small whistle, about the length of his index finger and dotted with tiny holes.

The whistle was made of metal—bright, white stainless steel—and shaped to resemble a section of bamboo.

Fang Zhen placed the metal whistle between his lips, holding it gently with his teeth.

It was a dog whistle.

When Fang Zhen had been buying Night Vision Goggles, he’d noticed a small shop next door that sold dog-training courses and equipment. On a sudden impulse, he had gone inside and bought this very whistle.

As a child, Fang Zhen had seen a movie called ’Dog Whistle’. He’d forgotten nearly everything about the plot, but the existence of the device itself had stuck with him.

A dog whistle emits high-frequency sound waves that only canines can hear, remaining inaudible to humans. These sound waves can be used to stimulate canids, establishing conditioned reflexes and other behaviors.

Human ears can only hear sounds between 20 and 20,000 Hertz, while canines can hear up to 60,000 Hertz. The vibration frequency of a dog whistle is right in the range that humans cannot hear but canines can.

Fang Zhen had bought the dog whistle specifically to pull monsters, and he had a rather clever idea for it.

Back in school, some of his classmates used to enjoy scratching their nails on the blackboard. The ear-splitting sound was torturous.

Fang Zhen hadn’t learned or acquired any crowd-control or harassment skills yet, so he figured the dog whistle could serve as a substitute. It would allow him to pull monsters and create a distracting noise without affecting himself.

Fang Zhen held the dog whistle in his mouth.

He settled into position, half-squatting, and nocked an 8008 arrow, getting a feel for the shot.

Fang Zhen recalled the feeling of combat intuition and battlefield focus, instantly entering the zone.

His mind became clear, pure and free of any distracting thoughts. He raised the Dragon Gall Crossbow and took aim at the Dogman Scout behind the candelabra.

Aiming with his naked eye, Fang Zhen felt a sudden surge of intuition and pulled the trigger in that exact instant.

The Crossbow Arrow shot out, a streak of pale green light, and pierced straight through the back of the Dogman’s head.