"Wharf! That's brutal! That's why Murphy's a 'monster'! I love it!"
Brother Black Silk, who also worked in physical jobs, screamed in excitement, itching to jump into the combat alongside Maxim, but he was quickly restrained by his comrades.
Wake the hell up, will you?
He's an elite NPC!
You haven't even passed the Black Iron Trial, you're just a rookie. Don't go stirring up trouble for our side.
The current intensity of the battle is clearly beyond the level of ordinary players. Staying out and sneakily claiming a few kills seems like a good idea.
"Sir Morphy's bird has also joined the fight! Look!"
Old Qu shouted again.
His eyes were glued to the Blood-Drinking Spirit Vulture, which was swooping down from the dark night sky with its wings drawn in and its claws tearing open a Vampire's Blood wings. His heart filled with envy.
Hey, Old Qu is a gunner. Maybe he could someday get a cool and powerful bird of his own for reconnaissance.
