Michael had just travelled for a day and arrived beside a huge lake to prepare to camp out in the wilderness when a problem suddenly occurred, and right now, Michael is surrounded by four players on all sides, while there's another two, a priest and a hunter that kept their distance and observing their actions from afar and every single one of them are red named players.
"Brat, you should give us all of your gold coins if you don't want to die!" one of them said, all of them laughed evilly as they eyed Michael like he was some kind of a sheep on the chopping board.
Michael just grinned as he suddenly disappeared from his original position and appeared outside of their encirclement, as he already managed crossed half of the distance between him and the enemy priest.
