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Behind the two tanks, one of the remaining players drew two curved daggers, and disappeared. Of course, a group of PvP players, as that was what James was certain these five were, would have an assassin. The class was great at picking off squishy healers and mages, making them extremely valuable when it came to facing off against other players. As without a healer to support a party, it could quickly fall. The other player was the party's healer, made evident by the way he was watching the tanks, and keeping himself far enough back to avoid being targeted.
The mage, in the meantime, was in the middle of casting another spell. The fireball had been his opening attack, after which he had begun casting a defensive spell. It seemed the player had chosen to go pyromancer, instead of lightning mage, as his form now had six small fireballs circling around him. James recognized the spell as flame shield, a spell that created fiery orbs which would attack any enemies within 20 feet of the mage. The pyromancer, having completed that spell, was beginning a third.
At this time, thankfully, James's players seemed to have come to their senses. Even though they were lower leveled than the five invaders, they at least had numbers. Those that hadn't become taunted began shouting out orders to the others, and the groups began trying to spread out, in order to launch a counterattack of their own. While seven players had been killed instantly by the fireball, there were still 30 players remaining. Thirty versus five definitely seemed doable, even with the level gap.
”Come on, you guys can do this.” James urged on his players. It seemed evident to him that the players from BLANKs dungeon that had invaded, had purposefully gone for the first floor invasion. While it meant less dungeon essence for them, it also meant they had a higher chance of succeeding. And, with this being the very first invasion opportunity for the players, it was likely the safest and smartest bet. Plus, James knew PvP players always enjoyed killing off low leveled players. Sure there was a thrill that could be gained from fighting a player your same level, or even overcoming a higher leveled player. However, a lot of PvP players also enjoyed the godlike feel of just wiping out masses of lower leveled players.
”What's going on over there?” Rue motioned towards the corn field on James's instance, far away from the fight going on at the entrance to the dungeon. James hated to pull himself away from the fight, but the strange flashes of light and explosions drew his attention. As he looked, he couldn't help but stare in disbelief.
The other five invaders were currently in his cornfield, making their way towards the barn. However, the going was slow, as James's cornfield was not only set up with pitfall traps and sacrificial lambs, but it also usually housed at least five dickens. The giant demonic chickens were still smaller than the extremely tall stalks of corn, meaning their forms only appeared as rapidly shifting and swaying movements within the field. Judging by the cursing, followed by the additional explosions, James realized something else about the invasion. It seemed invaders were placed randomly within the floor, likely teleported as a party to a random location.
The first party of five, therefore, had likely been teleported close enough that they could make out the mass of players, who had obviously been watching the invasion gate for the invaders to come through. Seeing the players massed around the gate, the five invaders had rushed them, intent on killing them as quickly as they could. The other five players had been teleported into James's cornfield. And while they were a lot higher leveled than James's players were, they were also in completely unfamiliar territory. Meaning they had no idea the chaos that was James's demonic farm.
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”Oh, this just go so much better.” James whispered as he saw an explosion erupt back near the entrance. His window panned back over there, just in time to see the assassin, who had been making his way behind towards a cluster of low ranked players, staring in disbelief at the mass of blood and wool that surrounded him now. The cluster of James's players had put themselves near one of his pitfall traps, using it to guard themselves from behind. The assassin of course didn't know about the trap, and as a result, had fallen into it. Which meant he got to experience the warm embrace of James's sacrificial lamb, as it exploded all over him.
Of course, the mobs were only level 10. They didn't have the damage to truly bring down players in their high 20s. However, environmental hazards, and the pure chaos factor, at least could help James's players out. Case in point, the moment the pitfall trap activated, and the assassin was covered in sacrificial lamb, the players standing around the rim of the pit began immediately attacking him. Assassins were great DPS classes, with the ability to dish out a high amount of damage, quickly. Their stealth also made the invaluable against other players. However, because of those aspects, assassins had lower HP pools, and lower defenses.
Meaning when, say, suddenly their stealth fails them as a result of falling atop a literal living land mine, which didn't detonate once, but multiple times, they became easy targets. Especially when that landmine also covered them with a DoT blood effect that not only hurt them, but also slowed them. James couldn't help but be happy he had decided to give his Sacrificial Lambs the Wool Socks upgrade for Blood for the Blood God. It gave the DoT effect a 50% slow for 10 seconds as the wool from the lamb clung to tightly to the player it covered.
Needless to say, the assassin's expression shifted quickly from surprise and anger to confusion and terror as a multitude of attacks rained down upon him. Slowed from the Wool Socks, he had no way to dodge, and was quickly turned into a glowing orb. One down, nine to go. Unfortunately, at that time, the mage finished casting his spell, and another large fireball ripped into James's adventurers, wiping out another chunk of them. Dungeon Wars had begun in full blast.