Stick Brother, who had a vicious gash across his face, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva into the air beside him and cursed:
"That bastard is not only tough himself, but also summons minions to fight for him, such utter disregard for fair play. All the undead on Bank Street were summoned by that asshole.
I just knew those developers wouldn't let us get those gold bars that easily. Damn it, we came to the wrong place; this is definitely a high-level map, and it might even be a hidden group instance.
This time we really took some heavy losses."
"Ah, Stick Brother, try to think about it differently," said someone.
Out of the thirty members of the Scarlet Hammer Sickle Group, only Stick Brother and Kind-Hearted Shark Uncle, the bald vampire, survived. Relying on his ability to fly, he had escaped to the ruins above before the undead horde flooded in, narrowly surviving.
He touched his head, which didn't quite fit with his vampire identity, and said to a dispirited Happy Stick:
