At another Lostland Instance Dungeon, Tyrant Sword King the Fifth, Not Gray Wolf, Drifting Snow, and the rest had formed a small party and were fighting against the Mudman Boss at the center of the map.
They had attempted it more than ten times, but they were always shot to death by the mud. This had been ongoing for at least ten hours.
"Yo, Main Tank, please remember to avoid the mud. How can we clear this stage if you don't avoid it?"
Tyrant Sword King stared at the party's Main Tank unhappily, who was a Dwarf Warrior named Wooden Feather.
"Do you really think I'm not trying? The amount of mud is able to cover the entire sky and my SPD is drastically reduced as soon as I'm hit by one. It's impossible." The Dwarf Main Tank felt that he was immensely wronged.
Then, Not Gray Wolf butted in. "It's your fault for not being able to kite the Mudman. Stop giving us excuses."
