A level 16 Dwarf Warrior—NoobSlayer.
"Level 16, not bad."
"A Dwarf? Yeah… that's gonna hurt you later. Should've gone Human."
Gabryell hovered his cursor over the warrior who had challenged him. The guy was in a guild called Freedom. At that level, he was clearly a beta player.
Level 16 already put him near the top—Dreamshade was only 17. What slowed people down now wasn't knowledge, but overcrowded mobs and servers stuttering every few steps.
"So a beta player. No wonder he dared to challenge me."
It wasn't that he looked down on Warriors, but a level 16 Warrior challenging a level 20 Mage was simply a bad idea.
It wasn't about class—it was the matchup.
In Vanilla, Mages hard-countered Warriors. The gap was so big it felt like an adult schooling a kid.
At level 16, the Warrior had no Intercept, no Intimidating Shout, no PvP trinket, no engineering tools, no Free Action Potions—nothing. And he wanted to fight a level 20 Mage with Frost Nova, Blink, and Polymorph?
The duel began, and a crowd quickly gathered.
NoobSlayer charged in.
Gabryell didn't even react—Frost Nova.
The Warrior froze in place.
Boring.
If this were Horde, it'd be free honor.
As the freeze wore off, the Warrior swapped to Defensive Stance, trying to land a Shield Bash for silence.
Good idea, wrong target.
Gabryell blinked away, instantly creating distance, and followed with a Frostbolt.
Thunk.
It didn't break.
Another Frostbolt followed, breaking the freeze, but with maxed Frostbite, the slow was brutal. The Warrior crawled forward.
"Why ask for it?"
Gabryell didn't even bother with Polymorph. He simply kited him down with Frostbolt.
Duel over.
"Holy crap, he lost!"
"That Mage didn't even get hit!"
"Level 20?! How did he level that fast?!"
The crowd was stunned. Most of them had fought NoobSlayer before—and lost.
Before this, he'd been on a nine-win streak, which explained why he got cocky enough to challenge a level 20.
Now he'd been completely crushed.
"Bro, what was that blink skill?!"
"Why is your Frostbolt slow stronger than ours? Are you hacking?"
"Look at his gear—blue staff! That's gotta be it!"
Strength spoke louder than anything. Skill and level—he outclassed them in both.
Gabryell didn't bother answering individually.
"If you want to learn, join Fearless."
Perfect recruiting timing.
"Invite me!"
"Me too!"
Seven players asked to join almost instantly.
Meanwhile, NoobSlayer stood there, his expression dark. In just a few moments, he had gone from a respected "pro" to someone no one cared about.
Worse, he had come here to recruit, and now everyone was joining Fearless instead.
"Kid, lucky win. Run it back."
"You're not on my level."
"You scared?"
"Same result."
Another duel flag dropped.
"If you don't accept, your whole guild is trash."
Now it involved the guild.
Gabryell accepted.
The second duel began, drawing an even bigger crowd. Some players still hesitated, watching closely to see if the first fight had been a fluke.
It wasn't.
Same result.
Kited down again.
"Again!"
The third duel ended exactly the same way.
At that point, NoobSlayer snapped.
"If you're so good, don't Blink. Fight me head-on!"
So he knew Blink—definitely a beta player.
Too bad beta capped at 45. Otherwise, he'd understand why Humans were the better choice for Warriors.
"Fine. No Blink."
Gabryell decided to end this properly.
On the other side, NoobSlayer smirked. "No Blink? I'll crush you."
He was wrong.
Gabryell hadn't even used Polymorph yet.
Now he did.
The Warrior instantly turned into a sheep.
Gabryell calmly stepped back and began casting. The moment the spell broke, the Warrior charged forward—only to be sheeped again.
He repositioned, cast again, and chained it smoothly: Frostbolt mid-air into Polymorph.
Again.
And again.
And again.
The Warrior spun helplessly, repeatedly transformed, unable to do anything.
The chat quickly filled with censored rage messages. Even without seeing the full text, everyone knew exactly what was happening—he was smashing his keyboard in frustration.
The crowd fell silent.
"Mages are broken…"
"I'm rerolling Mage."
"Thank god I picked Mage."
Casters were thrilled. Everyone else started questioning their choices.
Gabryell frowned slightly. A simple duel had turned into a complete meltdown.
Fine. He would finish it cleanly.
He stopped using Frostbolt entirely and relied only on Polymorph. When diminishing returns kicked in, he used Frost Nova into a Rank 1 Frostbolt kite, then reset and continued the sheep chain.
This went on for over ten minutes.
Eventually, the Warrior stopped moving.
Whether it was rage or a broken keyboard, it didn't matter anymore.
Gabryell let out a faint smirk. "Here's some advice—roll Human Warrior. You might actually be useful."
It was genuine advice. Sword Specialization made a massive difference for both tanking and DPS, and in the Alliance, choosing anything other than Human for a main Warrior was simply suboptimal.
But to the other player, it only sounded like mockery.
With no way to respond, the only option left was a forced disconnect.
Gabryell lost interest. The duel ended.
He opened public chat and typed:
"Fearless recruiting. Limited spots. First come, first served."
"Invite me!"
"Hey, pick me!"
The crowd surged forward as requests flooded in, and he began sending out invites one after another while guild chat exploded with notifications.