There's my little gnome out farming fel iron. Oh no, the next node has a rogue at it. I want my fel iron.
Too bad I'm 65 and he's 72.
But I want my fel iron!
So I death grip him in the middle of his mining. Icy touch, plague strike, and start going with obliterate. I'm frost, so I'm not wiping out my diseases.
Somehow I was landing hits. Many hits. Many hits that made his health go down.
He didn't really fight back. He seemed to try to run away and I was going to hit him with chains of ice, but then he vanished. The diseases broke that. He gouged me and then seemed to be trying to line up a backstab when it wore off and I again put my polearm into his rotting face.
I learned something important. I learned to never give up, never shy from any obstacle. I learned that nothing, not even seven levels, can stand between me and my mining.
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