(Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!) – thought ClownFrog as he stared at the recovering Tomb's Watcher through his familiar, while also spotting another army of hostile undeads heading his way.
(Okay! This isn't really going great!)
(Once that giant bastard recovers, he will start wrecking everything and unleashing that death beams of his!)
(Can I deal with undeads in time?)
"…"
(No. There is too many.)
(They are not some weaklings that weak AOE skills will deal with.)
(Especially against elite undead and boss monsters.)
(These bastards can take a hit.)
(Think! Fucking think!)
(Can I-)
"!"
"Hey! Sorry! But you need to handle these bastards on your own for the moment! Sorry!" – shouted ClownFrog as he instantly flies away.
"?!"
"Boss?! ClownFrog!? Where the fuck are you going?! HEY!" – shouted dragon orc player.
"…"
"Oh shit…." – said the dragon orc as he saw the wave of undeads approaching.
"This ain't good."
"…"
