Inside the instance, the Tempest Woods Barracks.
With the pig head thrown at Dean McKenzie's feet, the already weakened maid pig was barely standing.
It was as if someone was drowning, and the last straw for survival had been plucked away.
At the same time, Dean McKenzie didn't look very well either.
He had only just thought that his luck was improving, that he wouldn't get the same 'surprise' as he did when he entered the instance in the past.
But he didn't expect the surprise to only be delayed, not gone.
"Was this waiting for me?
It seems my luck hasn't improved much!
I have to go through this in every instance!"
Dean McKenzie grumbled, his gaze landing on a few Pighead Clan members in front of him.
There were three pig-headed men in front of Dean McKenzie.
Among the three pig-headed men, he recognized two from their clothes.
From left to right, there was the great swordmaster who almost killed the eighth with a single sword.
