Chapter 432. The Beginning of a Bitter Battle!
"Argh ---" Fatty Han suddenly screamed like a little b*tch - as if his parents had just died in front of him. His scream was miserable.
"You f*cking fatty! Why did you suddenly scream like an animal shouting out a mating call! The boss has not even started poking your ass yet!" Zhang Yang asked and laughed. The two of them had already gotten used to joking around with each other.
"... the boss died, but there was no loot!" Fatty Han let out an enraged roar.
"The boss hasn’t died yet --- Oh, you mean Cazacrol?"
"Yes! We just managed to take out a Mythical grade boss, and nothing dropped from it! What the f*ck, man! Is this some sort of prank, or what!" Fatty Han was very angry with the fact he did all the hard work for nothing.
Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "The boss only had about 1,000,000 health points, the system put it in just to raise the difficulty of the battle by a little. So what can you expect? Do you think you just took out a fully-powered Mythical boss? Haha."
"Pui! Even if the boss only has 1 point of health when it spawns, it also counts as our kill! Of course, the system must award us with something! Some fine equipment will do too! Fatty Han was really pissed and he tried to argue.
"Haha! Then unleash your anger onto this boss!" Zhang Yang charged in on Madran, and with a slash of his [Sword of Purging Devourer], he swung out a regular attack onto the boss and hooked over the aggro of the boss to himself.
Madran had already given up so much for the past 20 years to build up his pet project, and all his efforts have gone to waste in just one brief moment - because of Zhang Yang and his gang. He was already on the verge of exploding as his rage was at the limit. His face was very savage, and scary and the same time. As a Spellcaster, he actually used his staff as a stick to hit his enemies. He had obviously lost it! He rapped the head of Zhang Yang as hard as he could, as if he wanted to mince Zhang Yang into a ball of minced meat with his own bare hands! Otherwise, he would not be able to release his anger!