"Quick, don't let him get away!"
"Magician, cast slow now!"
"Stun him!"
In the midst of a burst of intense shouting, a small scale BOSS battle was unfolding in the wilderness near Yeti Mountain.
Seven or eight Adventurers, who were nearby leveling up by fighting Yetis, were desperately attacking an Orc Elite.
None of the group's levels were particularly high—the highest, a Mage, was only level thirty-six—but they had tanks, DPS, and healers. Even though it was a makeshift pick-up group, their combat coordination was quite decent.
The Warrior and Knight held the attention of the mini-BOSS, while the rest went all out on dealing damage.
Facing so many enemies, the Orc Elite showed no signs of fear in his eyes—no anger, no fear, just calm.
Constantly moving to dodge and using the positioning of the two tanks to avoid ranged attacks from the periphery, he managed to hold his own for a time.
