Seeing the message, The Sorceress couldn’t help but smile, stopped, sat casually on the ground, and replied: “Grace, are you bored or not? Uh, let me guess, you’re leading a raid again, tanking monsters is dull, so you’re chatting with me to pass the time? With a commander like you, your team members’ hearts can’t take it.”

As soon as this message was sent, a reply came from the other end: “Tch! My tanking skills are unmatched in the entire Yanhuang gaming industry! If the team really wipes, it’s because the boss is too strong, nothing to do with me.”

The Sorceress shook her head with a laugh. “Just focus on leading your team. Take advantage of this internal test period to figure out the important bosses’ info. When ‘Night Lord’ officially launches, I’ll be coming to you for advice.”

Immediately, the other end replied: “No way, the boss info I painstakingly figured out with my team—how could I possibly share it with you? You and I, at our core, are competitors. Unless…”

“Unless what?” The Sorceress seemed to know Grace Brooks would say this, smiled, and sent another message.

“Unless you tell me the result of your secret duel with The Iron Queen on the world public battle server last time. Don’t try to brush me off, or I won’t play with you.”

Seeing this message, The Sorceress smiled slightly and replied: “What’s there to hide? The result was the same as before—I lost.”

“You lost?!” Grace Brooks sent a string of exclamation marks. “How is that possible? In the last game, magic classes had an absolute advantage. Even if King Sawyer’s understanding of the warrior class is the best in the world, she couldn’t possibly break the existing balance!”

The Sorceress showed a look of reminiscence. After a while, she replied: “No matter the game, as long as King Sawyer chooses warrior, she’s the king. That’s what Miles Carter said before, and now I agree.”

“Sigh…” Grace Brooks let out a sigh and was silent for a long time. “In this ‘Night Lord’, I’m definitely going to defeat her in the Ancient Kings’ Battle. Just wait and see!”

The Sorceress couldn’t help but smile: “You say that every time, but each time you lose even worse. Stop dreaming and just be a good tank.”

“Hmph!” Grace Brooks replied with a clawing emoji, then sent another message: “But there’s one thing I don’t like about this ‘Night Lord’. You can only have one character at a time, so you can’t make an alt account. What a pity!”

Seeing this, The Sorceress teased: “When has your alt ever not been recognized? It’s as good as not having one, just give it up.”

“Ha, that’s my charm—my brilliance is hard to hide wherever I go. As for your alt—‘kanbun dong’, just that ID is way too plain.” Grace Brooks retorted.

“What’s the point of talking about this now? Anyway, when ‘Night Lord’ officially opens, none of us can use our alt IDs. Just focus on tanking, don’t really wipe the team and then take it out on your members.”

After sending this message, The Sorceress closed the communicator, sat in the cold wind in a daze for a while, then began seriously skinning the wolves.

One wolf pelt after another was skinned, but The Sorceress’s luck was clearly not so good. She kept skinning until the second-to-last wolf corpse before finally collecting five 【Scorching Sun Wolf Pelts】.

Putting the five pelts into her bag, The Sorceress let out a sigh of relief and muttered, “Luckily I got enough, otherwise I’d have to work even harder, and that would be a headache.”

With her goal accomplished, The Sorceress stood up, ready to leave. As for the last wolf corpse, she couldn’t be bothered with it. The most valuable thing about these 【Scorching Sun Musky Wolves】 was their pelts; they didn’t drop anything good.

Just then, a cold system voice sounded in her ear: “Adventurers of the Rhine-Lons Continent, please note: the closed beta server will shut down in three minutes. The next opening will be in 72 hours.”

“Repeating: Adventurers of the Rhine-Lons Continent…”

Hearing the system prompt echo three times, The Sorceress murmured, “Maintenance again? The closed beta server really is unstable.”

Looking at the burning plains ahead, The Sorceress gave up on her plan to go deeper, sat back down on the ground in boredom, and her gaze unconsciously fell on the last wolf corpse.

After a slight hesitation, she reached out and searched the corpse of the Scorching Sun Musky Wolf for a while. Suddenly, a look of surprise appeared on The Sorceress’s face. She raised her hand, and there was a tattered map in it.

Identifying the type of map, The Sorceress’s eyes widened in shock: “A map, and it’s a fragmentary treasure map?” She then carefully examined the sheepskin scroll. In one corner of the map, there were blurry characters—an ancient magical language—Saint XX En…

“Saint XX En, what is that?”

Only two characters were clear, which made The Sorceress curious. Then, as if remembering something, she exclaimed, “Saint Elroen? The supreme magical civilization of the ancient secret magi?”

At that moment, the system countdown sounded in her ear. As the countdown ended, The Sorceress’s figure gradually blurred and she was forcibly logged out.

……

In the early morning, on the second floor of a villa in Dushan City, a graceful woman took off her gaming helmet, quickly turned on her computer, and began searching with keywords.