A thousand red names turned toward the watchtower. The grinding stopped. The farming stopped. For the first time in a year, the plateau was quiet.
“That’s a real player,” Elara breathed. “They flagged him. He’s a ‘resource thief’ to them.” Rf Online Bot
“Finally,” she said, chambering a round. “A real fight.” A thousand red names turned toward the watchtower
She didn’t care about the rules anymore. For the first time in a year, the plateau was quiet
The war had just begun.
She lowered her macrobinoculars. Down in the valley, a squad of Bellato "Knights" was grinding. But they weren't players. Their movements were too perfect, too efficient. A War Mage would cast Flame Geyser, step exactly 2.3 meters left, cast again. An Archer would fire three arrows, pause 0.5 seconds, fire three arrows. The Berserker, their HP dipping to 45%, would chug a potion without the frantic fumble of human fingers.