A morning fog came over Frost Stained Canyon.

"All units, shrink the formation! Don’t spread out too much!"

Hickey shouted while riding along the edges of Godkiller’s formation, causing the players on the outside to withdraw immediately and move closer to one other. The move increased the density of our firepower and minimized the chances of our coordinates being exposed to the enemy. While Breeze and Rain’s troops had high levels and great equipment, they ultimately weren’t residents of Iron Skull Wilderness. They were much less familiar with the terrain than Hickey or Warscar.

Swhoosh!

I fired Thousand Ice Slash and froze a group of Cyanblade Tigers. A group of screaming vikings immediately rushed forward and cut them down to size. Thanks to their Berserk talent, there was no such thing as a mob they couldn’t kill with sheer numbers. The dead mobs generously donated us a good number of items as well.

It was at this moment a cavalryman rode up to me. He was a human warrior and...