Melancholic Soulmeal (Shaman): "Crap, it's heroic players, retreat quickly!" Without saying another word, he turned into a spectral wolf and bolted.
The Orc Adventurers were stunned for a moment before they also turned to flee, but how could two legs outrun four? The Cavalry chased them down from behind and slaughtered them all with a clatter of blades. Only Melancholic Soulmeal, running as fast as a dog, managed to escape without being caught.
"Haha, that feels great." Several Alliance Adventurers hurried over to pick up the loot dropped by the Orc Adventurers. Most of these Orcs were only around level ten or twenty, leaving a scatter of common equipment and small potions on the ground. The Alliance Adventurers didn't mind the lower quality and scooped everything up.
Mo Fei couldn't be bothered to pick up the trash. Once the others had finished looting, he called them over and asked, "Where did these Orc Adventurers come from?"
