OP 04 December, 2019 - 08:41 PM
(This post was last modified: 05 December, 2019 - 01:03 AM by JubinMenez.)
It was nearly 4 am in the deep jungles of Un'goro. I was alone, hunting Devilsaurs for their skins with my rusty daggers, and my outdated gear and a dream. A dream that once I hit 60, I could buy my epic mount and ride around my server knowing that what I rode was payed for with the blood and skin of hundreds of giant Dinos.
I don't have much, and what I do have is spent slaughtering these gently walking behemoths, and each kill I make is spent popping all my CDs, taking pots, and using bandages. Finally, another Dino falls before me, this must be the 150th.
But then like that a 60 rogue tried to gank me but luckily for me, I was able to blind him and sprint away. I stealthed and waited as I watched 2 more 60 bitch ass rogues show up to the others position. Great. Exactly what I needed. A stealthy kill squad running my Dino path.uc browser shareit appvn
I don't have much, and what I do have is spent slaughtering these gently walking behemoths, and each kill I make is spent popping all my CDs, taking pots, and using bandages. Finally, another Dino falls before me, this must be the 150th.
But then like that a 60 rogue tried to gank me but luckily for me, I was able to blind him and sprint away. I stealthed and waited as I watched 2 more 60 bitch ass rogues show up to the others position. Great. Exactly what I needed. A stealthy kill squad running my Dino path.uc browser shareit appvn
