Rend turned into a blender.
His signature move was Whirlwind. He swung the massive blade in his hands in a full circle, dealing brutal damage to anything nearby. If melee DPS failed to move out, they would be shredded on the spot.
"You damned insects!" Rend roared. "How dare you kill my dragon!"
After Gyth died, Rend flew into a rage. The moment his Whirlwind ended, he slammed Carlos with Thunder Clap.
It crit.
Carlos's health bar dropped by more than half in one hit.
"Holy crap," Carlos said, sucking in a breath. "That hit was disgusting. This bastard actually hurts."
If his health had not already been topped off, he would have been on the floor.
Gabryell said, "He's still the guy who can stand beside Nefarian and talk big. He has to be worth something."
"Numbers beat heroes," Carlos said, smashing his shield into Rend's face. "Hit him in the head."
"You're not supposed to hit people in the face," Igor said.
"He's a boss," Carlos replied. "His face is a valid hitbox."
The Alliance did not need Rend's head for a quest turn-in, so they could hit him however they wanted. Even if they smashed it flat, it would not matter.
Maybe Rend was usually too arrogant, because the mobs in the stands only watched from the sidelines as he got beaten down.
Rend's greatest regret was probably not sending all of them at once. Instead, he had sent them down wave by wave to die.
If every mob in the arena had rushed them together, Gabryell's raid might actually have drowned under the numbers.
"Should we kill the trash up there?" OldSeven asked.
After getting Briarwood Reed, he had become dangerously confident. He really seemed to think he was now some kind of god-tier Mage.
Gabryell said, "Sure. Pull them, and I'll fine you one thousand gold. It'll go into the guild fund for enchants."
OldSeven instantly backed down.
"Even if you sold me, I wouldn't be worth one thousand gold."
"You don't even have one thousand gold?" Hugo asked.
He had gotten too used to Gabryell carrying absurd amounts of gold.
OldSeven looked miserable.
"I don't even have one hundred."
Igor immediately seized the chance.
"You are a disgrace to Mages. And you still dare call yourself powerful?"
OldSeven refused to accept defeat.
"Being broke is normal. Milo definitely doesn't have much gold either."
Milo, who had barely spoken the entire run, landed a clean critical hit.
"I have more than six hundred."
OldSeven wilted on the spot.
He could no longer act tough.
"Don't hit my face!" Rend shouted before dying.
Gabryell did not care.
"We're not Horde. We don't need your head. Keep hitting him."
The ending was violent and miserable.
Rend died badly.
Since Gyth had died first, his corpse had already cooled long enough. Lunatori looted him first.
Dragoneye Coif
Rare
Binds when picked up
Head
288 Armor
+17 Stamina
Durability 70 / 70
Requires Level 55
Random enchantment
Equip: +38 Attack Power.
The random enchantment rolled Fire Resistance, turning it into Dragoneye Coif of Fire Resistance with an extra +10 Fire Resistance.
"No Gyth's Skull," Gabryell said, a little regretful.
Gyth's Skull was currently one of the best tank helms available. If it rolled as Gyth's Skull of Fire Resistance, it would be one of the best Fire Resistance helms a main tank could get at this stage.
Unfortunately, Gyth's Skull was already not a common drop.
Getting the Fire Resistance suffix on top of that required real farming.
"Why is it Hunter gear?" Carlos sighed.
Susie had the same reaction.
"What does a class that dies in one hit need Fire Resistance for?"
The three Hunters immediately took emotional damage.
What did she mean, dies in one hit?
Melee Hunters could tank too, okay?
"The three Hunters roll," Gabryell said.
"I protest," Igor said at once. "Everyone should roll."
The three Hunters answered in perfect unison.
"Get lost."
So the three Hunters rolled.
"Hahaha! I won!"
Smooch's roll luck had always been good, and this time was no exception.
OneShotCrit looked at OldSeven with deep resentment.
"Old Ninety-Nine, stop standing next to me. Every time you get near me, my luck gets worse."
OldSeven proudly used /dance on the spot.
That was what OneShotCrit got for giving him that nickname.
By then, Rend's corpse had cooled enough too.
Lunatori went over and looted him.
Rend could drop two blue items. With absurd luck, both Dal'Rend swords could even appear in the same kill.
Band of Rumination
Rare
Binds when picked up
Unique
Finger
Requires Level 58
Equip: Restores 5 mana per 5 sec.
Equip: Improves your chance to get a critical strike with spells by 1%.
Eye of Rend
Rare
Binds when picked up
Head
Leather
143 Armor
+7 Stamina
+13 Strength
Durability 60 / 60
Requires Level 58
Equip: Improves your chance to get a critical strike by 2%.
No swords.
No Felstriker.
Bad loot.
"What even is this ring?" DesertWanderer said. "Crit and mana regen, but no spell damage or healing?"
"It's more of a healer ring," Gabryell said. "Not great for caster DPS. Of course, if casters want to roll, they can, but the class that uses it best is definitely Holy Paladin."
Band of Rumination suited Holy Paladins very well. A Flash of Light crit chain felt amazing.
Danielly said, "I already have Rosewine Circle and Songstone of Ironforge. I don't need it."
When Danielly's team had run LBRS, War Master Voone had also dropped Rosewine Circle.
"A ring with no spell damage?" OldSeven said dismissively. "Not worthy of a powerful Mage."
DesertWanderer already had Underworld Band and Songstone of Ironforge, so he had no interest either.
Milo passed.
Gabryell definitely did not want it.
"Then I won't be polite," SevenDays said.
Igor immediately raised his hand.
"Actually, I want it too."
"Get lost," Smooch snapped. "You're Retribution right now. I told you to go Holy and you refused. Regretting it now? You can't take healer gear, your DPS is at the bottom, and you still want loot. Aren't you embarrassed?"
Igor was roasted so thoroughly that he went quiet.
The worst part was that everything she said was true.
"Haha," DeathScum said happily. "No competition for me."
He was the only Rogue in the raid, so Eye of Rend naturally went to him.
Warriors and Hunters wanted it?
They could form their own groups and bring their own friends to farm it.
When a Rogue needed leather DPS gear, rolling across armor types was ninja behavior. Absolutely unacceptable.
DeathScum equipped Eye of Rend.
The black eyepatch covered his right eye, making him look unexpectedly cool.
"Haha, look at me. Don't I look like a pirate from the Caribbean?"
Seeing how pleased DeathScum was, Gabryell shook his head.
If this guy knew Rend could drop the Dal'Rend swords and Felstriker, and if he knew how good those weapons were, he would probably throw the eyepatch into the lava and demand a weapon instead.
But DeathScum already had Dragon's Call and could buy a Krol Blade, so there was no real need to farm Rend's swords.
This was World of Warcraft in 2005, not a later nostalgia era.
There was no regret yet.
No "must-farm" legacy checklist.
No sacred gear everyone chased purely out of old memories.
After the loot was distributed, they went through the door on the right.
There were two groups of orc warriors outside. After clearing them, the raid went up the stairs on the left.
"Pull them out and kill them."
There were three groups of mobs inside. If they fought in the room directly, it would be very easy to pull extra packs.
"What's that green glowing thing on the left?" OldSeven asked after the three groups were dead.
He always liked looking around for trouble.
"Looks like a doorway," DesertWanderer said.
Danielly looked over too.
"It really does. Kind of like the Molten Core entrance in BRD. No idea what's inside, though."
OneShotCrit immediately said, "Old Ninety-Nine, want to go in and check?"
OldSeven's stubborn temper flared.
"Fine. I'll go. I've even fought the two giants outside Molten Core. Why would I be scared of some green door?"
He had fought them, yes.
He had also lost and been sent back to the graveyard.
"Go on, then," OneShotCrit said.
OldSeven took the bait.
He Blinked straight toward the green doorway.
Gabryell watched him enter Blackwing Lair and said calmly, "Desert, when OldSeven finishes his corpse run, summon him back."
Then he added, "Also, fine him fifty gold for Flame Reflector funding. If that isn't enough, OneShotCrit pays the rest."
OneShotCrit froze.
OldSeven laughed loudly from the other side.
Then he shouted, "Holy crap!"
A second later, he was a ghost.
Blackwing Lair had not opened yet.
Trying to enter now was basically walking into a death wall.