Mages Should Fight Head-On

Players from the major servers had been trading insults on the forums for ages. They had long wanted a chance to beat the living daylights out of players from other servers with real weapons.

Especially the Africa Server players.

Their miserable start had left them constantly mocked by players from other servers on the forums as "combat strength five trash."

Now that the five major factions were joining forces in battle again, the Africa Server players, who had finally grown stronger, all wanted to win back some face. So as they hammered players from other servers, they were utterly vicious, venting all the frustration bottled up inside them.

There was nothing quite like pinning down players from opposing factions who had once bragged on the forums about taking on ten opponents at once in the Africa Server and smashing their heads in. Anyone who tried it would understand. The Africa Server players' happiness was just that simple and violent.

The players from the other servers had even simpler happiness: at this stage, they just had to wipe out the healers from the other factions and cut off their supplies.

Every so often, the voice channel rang with the delighted laughter of certain idiotic players.

"Hehe, little healer, I found you! Come over and take a backstab from your assassin daddy!"

"Tsk, tsk. Little healer, why are you lying on the ground pretending to be a corpse? Did you forget that we turn into Black Mist and vanish after dying? There are only players here. I really don't understand your futile attempt at concealment... so have a taste of your favorite Cross Slash!"

"Little healer, you think holding a shield makes you a warrior? How naive. Tell me, how do you want to die?"

"Look, I found a lively little healer.