"Holy crap, that's brutal!"
Meow Brother's seven-man group had formed a textbook hunting squad and was making its way through the pitch-black sewers.
Everywhere they looked, the battlefield was ablaze. The stone statues left behind after the Blood Eagles and Wolfsbane vampires were killed came in all sorts of bizarre shapes, but that wasn't the worst of it. The players were.
The gap in individual strength made it difficult for players to defeat Wolfsbane elites one-on-one. But the tempting drops, combined with the race main quest hanging over them, had quickly driven the players to adopt a fairly "aggressive" strategy.
"I don't think fixing that bug where corpses remained after death was necessarily a good thing."
Sanwudou muttered under his breath.
He glanced at the charred bones nearly blown to pieces beneath his feet, then bent down and removed the little player's twisted psionic dog tag from the corpse. He could just make out Loyal Bro's name engraved on it.
Beside the burning body was another thing, difficult to describe, that looked like a "Wolfsbane steak" charred on the outside and tender on the inside. He could just about make out the rough shape of a person.
Worst of all, the Wolfsbane psionicist who had been blown up and set on fire was still alive. Her people's formidable constitution was allowing her to heal.
"Get her tied up! We'll sell her to the fighting club as a gladiator. An elite like this should fetch at least a hundred gold!"
Curved Bro and Brother Black Silk beside him had no qualms whatsoever. They took out ropes and bound the miserable Wolfsbane elite. Meow Brother ignored his friends' slave-catching-party antics and simply surveyed the sewers, which were gradually falling silent.
It was nearly dawn. More than three hours had passed since the