"Holy shit, this is just too brutal, isn't it?"
Wumeioge's squad of seven formed a standard predator team, prowling through the pitch-black sewer tunnels.
Everywhere they looked, there were burning battlefields. The unique stone statues left behind by the vanquished Wolf Poison and Vulture Vampires were rather intriguing, but the most shocking were the players.
The significant power gap made it difficult for individual players to defeat the elite Wolf Poison in one-on-one battles. Yet, the enticing loot and the racial main quest lured players towards exceedingly "aggressive" battle strategies.
"I feel that it's not always a good thing to fix the bug where players leave behind a corpse after death..."
Three Five Battles muttered under his breath.
He looked at the scorched bones shattered beneath his feet then crouched to retrieve the warped Spiritual Energy dog tag from the charred corpse of a player. On its surface, he could faintly make out the name of Loyal Brother.
