I’d been a porter for four years. Almost every day during that time had been spent in the Dungeon. And the floors I’d spent the most time on had been sixteen and twenty-five. Which was to say, event floors.
I’d watched the event spawns in Zeb so much that I knew those two floors like they were the back of my hand. I thought I knew everything about the fights on those two floors. There was one thing that I’d forgotten.
The Event Boss.
After killing an event mob for long enough, an event boss would spawn. This was supposed to be a way to reward farmers occasionally with something that was about as strong as the previous floor boss and to collect a little loot on top of experience and crystals.
Which would have been fine if we had been farming in a single group.
We weren’t. We were farming in three different areas that were far enough away from each other to be different spawn points while close enough that Fray still got experience for all the kills.
The farming part had been easy. For us anyway. I wasn’t sure what methods Aelin and Justia were using, but I kept hearing ‘MAGIC ARROW!’ so I had a feeling Aelin was just shooting everything she saw.
I had to stop using my magazines, because if I didn’t use the right elemental shot, then I couldn’t break the core with a single spell.
Ether would taunt the Acid Slime, and then once it went after her, Fray would attack it. I would focus on the Water Slime and the Nature Slime, and it hadn’t taken us long to get our timing down to where we could almost reflexively beat the trio of slimes. We were also able to bounce back and forth between two spawn points, which meant we were killing three slimes about every six minutes.
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After our seventh group, a light flashed out of Fray, signaling that she had leveled up. Before I had a chance to congratulate her, the ground started to shake.
“What’s going on?!” Fray inched closer to Ether.
That’s when I remembered. “It’s the event boss!” I turned in the direction of the others. I couldn’t see them, but they were close enough that I could hear Aelin at least.
“HEY! GROUP UP! IT’S THE EVENT BOSS!”
Miel was shaking her head as we walked past her. “This is what I was afraid was going to happen.”
“What?” I stopped and looked in the direction she was pointing.
Justia and Aelin were running from a seven-foot-tall humanoid-looking slime. It looked like someone had tried to take the three slimes that were spawning and smashed them together like they were clay to make something that looked like a stick man.
“If I kill one, you get elites. If I kill those, you get killed.” Miel motioned towards the gate. “You can’t beat three of them at once. Get through the gate!”
“We get...?” That’s when I realized what she meant.
The slime monster threw an Acid Slime at Justia.
“MAGIC ARROW!”
The pink arrow skewered the slime in midair, but something I noticed was that it didn’t drop a crystal.
“These have ad spawns?!” I looked back the way we’d come and saw ours heading towards us.
Complete with a Nature Slime sailing through the air.
“FIRE SHOT!”
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“Aelin! I need you to deal with the acid ones!” I looked in the direction Rix had been farming. “I’ll take care of the other ones!”
“Will do!” Aelin pointed her bow at the one chasing her. “MAGIC ARROW!”
The pink arrow hit it in the chest, but unlike the small slimes, it only looked like it dented it.
That wasn’t the worst part.
Three cores moved away from the point of impact. These event monsters were almost as fast as us, could throw slimes at us, and they had three cores???
I glanced over at Miel. “Maybe we showed off a little too much.”
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