A Woman's Tears
Editor: Henyee Translations
Exiting the vanguard meeting room, Roland looked at the desolate red earth in the distance, and then at the rather excited players walking around.
He smiled at this.
The Realm of Devils was so desolate that even the air smelled of mud and dust, which was rather uncomfortable after a while.
Still, the players were working feverishly here, creating a flourishing feeling.
Players who were good at field warfare were outside wiping out the lone devils.
These demons were strong, certainly much stronger than the professionals in the main plane, and much tougher to fight at the same level…
But the players were stronger… They had Elite base character templates and combat instincts and experience tempered by countless life and death battles. Especially the tier zero combat maniacs, if purely comparing combat instincts, even Roland wasn't their rival, and only by relying on improved spells could he crush them.