Dominion was ruthless.
Setting the minimum level of the lowest-grade Wild Steeds so high was clearly deliberate. It was an obvious tactic, pushing players toward spending money on the system's own warhorses instead of trying to capture one themselves.
Marcus knew that once the average player level reached thirty, this entire area would be packed. Players would swarm the plains, all competing to catch mounts, turning it into a chaotic battlefield.
Just as he had expected, the Wild Steeds posed little real threat to him. The only moment of danger came when four of them whinnied at the same time and charged together, hooves slamming down in a frantic flurry that dealt more than seven hundred damage in an instant. Aside from that brief and messy exchange, there was almost no pressure at all.
It was too easy.
