FarawayWind led the charge and other Warriors in the Warrior Group followed. They abandoned the defensive formation, wielded their weapons and charged at the enemy. “Let me help you, bro.” Infected by the Warrior Group’s high morale, Ivan stopped hiding behind and decided to join the fighting. As he was about to go forward with his Magic Stick, IamSlim grabbed his arm. “What are you doing?” Ivan asked, displeased. “Ivan, you’re a Priest. You should be healing them at the back instead of rushing forward,” IamSlim ignored his displeasure and said bluntly. “The Warriors have all charged. How do you heal them at the back? Catch up!” Ivan shook IamSlim off and strode forward determinedly. Having been held up twice, the Centaurs got flustered. They hadn’t expected these small human beings

