After a long silence, the greenskin player Dust in the Wind, who was sitting beside Bloodwatch and still had hair on his head, suddenly looked up and muttered in a somewhat disgruntled voice:
"Is it really that serious?"
"Even if they have guns, how can one person take on both of our teams?"
If this had been back on Earth, and the other side had guns, the ten of them naturally would not have dared to charge. Even with a hundred times the courage, they would not have dared!
After all, no one would joke around with their own life!
But this was not Earth. This was the Warhammer universe game world, on some unknown backwater planet in the galaxy called Blue Star.
Here, they were greenskins, and greenskins had no need to fear death. Since they did not fear death, of course they dared to charge straight into the enemy's gunfire. As long as the other side could not shoot fast enough, they would still have a chance to hack them to death.
"The ten of us are still an elite little team, and we're all above level ten..."
"What levels are those guys even at right now?"
"If we swarm them, how many can he kill?"
So, in Dust in the Wind's view, even if the other side had guns, he would at most feel a little envy and jealousy. Fear, however, was absolutely out of the question!
Back on Earth, he did not know whether dying would make someone a hero eighteen years later. But in this game world, all he knew was that after dying, eighteen seconds later, he would definitely be a hero again!
And since they were not even afraid of death, what else was there to fear?
If a fight really broke out,