Ibro stood in the air watching the three players flying towards him. These players' levels were very high, at the least they were higher than 250 level of Bilarn.
Ibro stood without any worry as his strength was higher than any of them. Once they neared him, Bilarn moved to cut their path as he said:
"You need to stop there when you speak with my master."
Ibro didn't approve of this move of Bilarn, but he didn't voice out his objection. He needed to know the actual stand of these players, were they his allies or his enemies.
Ibro watched the reaction of those three players, who looked in disguise towards Bilarn. It seemed that NPCs here had lost their place a long time ago, so no player would be bothered by any NPC.
"You should select your allies better than that."
One of the three players said these words arrogantly to Ibro, who didn't reply as he silently watched this player. The two beside him said one by one:
