Distant Sea, Island of the Hanged.
Less than three days after Yevirk Serpent arrived at the military port of the Coastal Country, the port assembled a fleet of thirteen large warships and set out for the legendary Behemoth.
They had sailed at sea for nearly seven days. In those seven full days, let alone Sea Monsters, they had not even encountered any pirates.
Such dull life at sea was enough to wear down anyone's patience.
But the mercenaries of Yevirk Serpent were different. Even though there were no missions in reality... they were still busy pioneering in the world of World Rift.
"I'm on fire! But... I'm not losing health?"
"Ke Ya! Get away from me, that thing is called Living Bomb!"
"What bomb?"
The moment the archer asked that question, he saw that his character had already fallen to the ground, declared dead. At the same time, a group of mages in the Scarlet Serpent Guild's back line were all blown down by the archer's self-destruction.
At that moment, Luo Na took his hands off the mouse, removed his glasses, and silently watched the massive fire elemental burn every member of the Scarlet Serpent Guild to ashes.
"Are... are we continuing?"
The archer looked around uneasily. This was a ship specially assigned to Yevirk Serpent, which had forty-seven members in total.
Thirty-five of them were interested in World Rift and had joined Scarlet Serpent in pioneering the game.
The dungeon they were currently raiding was Heart of Scorching Flames, the most difficult dungeon in World Rift. It required forty players, so Luo Na had no choice but to temporarily recruit five non-guild players.
But the other thirty-four players were all sitting in this cabin. The archer guiltily shrank his neck.
"Luo Na."
Reyek suddenly came down from the deck.