Marcus took one look at the battlefield and immediately understood what kind of mess he'd walked into.
Two groups of players were locked in a brutal fight in the middle of the boar fields, weapons flashing, spells exploding across the clearing as curses and battle cries echoed through the area. And at the center of it all stood the cause of the chaos itself: a massive level thirty-five boar with yellow tusks and a faint golden glow shimmering across its hide.
The Yellow-Tusk Boar King.
"Trouble follows that thing around like a curse," Marcus muttered under his breath.
Some people met and became friends. Others crossed paths once and turned into lifelong enemies. Boss monsters had a strange talent for speeding both of those things up.
Still, he had to admit there was something weirdly impressive about it. One oversized pig had managed to drag dozens of players into a full-blown war. Love it or hate it, that kind of influence was almost admirable.
