"Spilt Water Can't Be Regained, come out and fight if you dare, don't fucking hide in the dark and play dirty tricks!"
"Bunch of cowards, get the hell out here for your young master!"
"Even sending out Undead skeletons, are you out of troops? Hahaha, that's truly pathetic!"
"Wait till Deity No-Dancing arrives, I want to see where you can hide then!"
These players had already been fighting for a day and a night, their patience long worn thin. They launched a verbal assault one after another, hoping to provoke Spilt Water Can't Be Regained and draw him out. Once they got rid of the mastermind, taking over the territory would become much easier since no one would be there to command the defenses. The Sky-reaching Vine wouldn't pose a threat then, at the very least.
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"These guys are really stupid, standing right in front of them and they are still yelling nonsense, amusing indeed."