In the vast wilderness, several players riding Seat Wolves began a tactical retreat. They only allowed themselves to breathe a sigh of relief when they had gone a considerable distance away.
Scared to death.
But having taken such a huge risk and retreated halfway, they felt somewhat unwilling.
"Boss, are we just gonna leave like this? Didn't you say we ordinary players must fight?"
"That's right, we should fight, but only when there is a chance to win,"
In the real world, the team leader among the players lit a cigarette. Surrounded by smoke, he exhaled a ring of smoke and shook his head, "With the situation just now, were we supposed to gamble with our lives?"
"Indeed, we must fight when necessary, and withdraw when necessary. Players who only know how to fight won't last long."
He paused, "Besides, you all know what a gargoyle is. It's a rare, one-star powerful troop, but it was defeated by one single powerful stroke."
