Before long, the eight Heavy Armor Warriors were killed, and a Bronze-grade pair of gauntlets dropped.
Lu Yang stepped forward to pick them up and said, "For Berserker Warriors."
Xia Yuwei was the only Berserker Warrior in the team. She walked over to Lu Yang and said, "Thank you."
Lu Yang had thought Xia Yuwei would still feel awkward over what Zheng Yuan had said earlier, but he hadn't expected her to recover so quickly.
"No need to thank me. Let's keep going," Lu Yang said.
After trading the equipment to Xia Yuwei, Lu Yang continued leading the team as they used the bug exploit to kill five more waves of Heavy Armor Warriors and reached the end of the tunnel.
An underground river fifty meters wide appeared before them. Beside the dock on its bank, a black Pirate Ship lay moored.
Standing on the dock's bridge was the instance's second boss—Archmage Olds.
He wore a tall yellow cylindrical hat, a deep blue magic cloak, and carried a staff set with a ruby. He looked to be around forty years old. This was Archmage Olds.
"My god, an eighth-level Archmage, and a boss-class one at that," Fierce Wine Clear Wind said in surprise.
"What's wrong?" Xia Yuwei asked.
Fierce Wine Clear Wind frowned. "When our guild came here yesterday, this boss in normal mode was only level three. One hit took over two hundred health from me. Now he's level eight. Expert, I don't think I can tank him."
Xia Yuwei pondered for a moment and said, "A boss monster gaining five levels means its spell damage increases by at least one hundred. Fierce Wine Clear Wind only has a little over three hundred health. A critical hit would kill him."
Zhang Zibo said, "If that's the case, Black Armor