"Damn! Why are the gnolls taking so long to show up? I've been doing dailies here so long I'm about to grow mold. I've even started envying those gnolls in the Wolf Army. They get to fight every day. Maybe I should switch to playing a gnoll.
With a body like mine, I could be a great chieftain in Africa."
Inside the Shadowvale shadow elf tavern, the loyal follower of Vam, "King Shark" was busy ranting as he hugged a bottle of dwarven barley wine.
Beside him, Kachitoni narrowed his eyes and teased:
"What's the matter? Got the itch to chop things up again? Weren't you killing Dark Lord-infected at Blackflame Pass before? Didn't you enjoy yourself then?"
"Bullshit. It was fun at first, but then it went downhill fast."
King Shark gulped down a few mouthfuls, wiped his mouth, and slapped the table as he cursed:
"Those Dark Lord's minions were too weak, and they had all kinds of weird shields. It wasn't satisfying to chop them up at all. And there weren't enough of them. They were wiped out in less than five days! I was planning to complete my Silver Trial there, but look!
Ever since Orchid Sister took the lead, first Brother Stick, then Little Rich Bro, and then that bastard Cheche. How many days has it been? There are already seven or eight Silver players! Damn, I never knew all these guys were hiding their strength.
What a drag."
"Can you really blame anyone else?"
Across the table, Nige Luda You raised his glass and cursed:
"You're the ones who drove everyone to this with all your try-hard nonsense. Everyone else knows when to stop. Four ancestral powers are enough to take the trial, but you insist on collecting six or seven first.
Look, it's