Seeing how effective that move was, the Northeasterner was ready to join in, but Director Sa held him back.
"Don't move"
He explained quietly:
"Don't rush, Brother Wei. We need to feed them bit by bit. We must use an escalating type of hatred to cover the previous one, which is actually the basic principle of kiting."
Wei Dianyuan: "Who the hell understands what you're jabbering about? I'm a Magician, buddy."
Director Sa: "You see, hatred can be graded. For the Ashen Front Line's gas tanks, Necromancers are more detestable than Shadow Energy, but those Northern fellas are even worse than Necromancers. That is, if the Floating City wasn't out of energy, just the thing flying over would be enough to pull a fatal amount of aggro from these six guys."
Wei Dianyuan: "Your thing is about monsters, right? This ain't a game."
Director Sa: "Trust me, there's no difference between gas tanks and monsters now. They ignored Brother Yang as if he was thin air, didn't you see?"
