The evil half-murlocs would scum even if they resisted with the close battle skills of the barbarian troop.
Most people wouldn't resist when they heard the name of the Heavy Shield Guild and chose to pay to save their lives.
A Heavy Shield Guild unruly troop leader accidentally severed the player into pieces when he refused to obey him only two hours ago.
This time, who knew another tough soldier would come?
The meatball-like chubby player's smiling face was like a Maitreya Buddha.
In his heart, he treated this matter as a game.
He walked past the collapsed buildings while he hummed and quickly headed toward the area.
The meatball-like chubby player frowned. He could faintly hear the roars and sounds of battle.
His heart thumped, and an ugly feeling rose.
"Damn it, had an idiot player angered the surrounding evil half-murloc guards? Quick, speed up. Our efforts would be in vain if that idiot player had angered them…"
