"Under-leveled. I took up a quest that was beyond my abilities," Lu Li said to himself as he rubbed the gem necklace in his hands.
What if he had waited until he was level fifty to take up the quest?
On second thought, he realized that this was a silly question. If the quest was given to him based on his current level, this meant that it could be completed by him. The assistance from Paladin Carlin was a good indicator of this.
Perhaps for Pamela, seeing her father was more than enough.
When she left, even Lu Li could sense that she was happy.
She never knew what death was; her short-lived life was spent waiting in happiness.
This was Darrowshire, the battleground for heroes of the past. Countless men fought and died here. Once upon a time, there was a little girl who waited by the doorsteps for her father’s return.
This was the Plaguelands, a place infested by the Scourge.
This was Dawn, a very interesting game.
