08-11-2003, 11:19 PM
GRIZABELLA: COWS Part V, The Cow King
![[Image: Griz5_cows16.jpg]](http://www.idiom.com/~gmonsen/diablo/Griz5_cows16.jpg)
The Cow King was tough. Really tough. Not only was he Immune to Fire, Immune to Lightning, and Magic Resistant but even physical damage wasn't doing much to him. I don't know how to read mpq's, but I would guess that either he has a boatload of hit points or he has a large amount of physical resistance (probably both). I tried Berserk for a while but I was hardly denting him. Just in case he was regenning, despite the fact that shouldn't have been since he's not immune to poison, I started hitting him with my 'Call to Arms' blade which has Prevent Monster Heal. The King didn't seem to get damaged any faster. Out of paranoia, I kept using the 'Call to Arms' blade.
Even though Grizabella and her merc had excellent resistances, the King's lightning was still troublesome. We were quaffing potions like mad and I quickly lost count of the number of times we went to town.
But then I noticed something that you can see in the screenshot above. My merc had gotten into a position that allowed all of the lightning coming off the King to miss him. I moved around to the top where there was another lightning "hole" and started wailing on the King. Now that neither of us were being hit by lightning, things were easier. My merc was able to leech back all of the life he lost whenever the King hit him. There was no longer any need to go back to town.
The King still had a boatload of hitpoints, though, and for a while I was paranoid. I kept up the Battle Orders for a while but then decided to let it expire to see if my merc would still survive. He could. The King was completely focused on the merc and the merc was leeching back all the damage the King could deal. I laid a book on my mouse button and watched for a while. Everything was going smoothly. I turned on the TV in the next room but paced back and forth between the rooms in order to keep an eye on the fight.
At the 30-minute mark, the King's life bar was down to the "i" in King. Nothing else had changed. I settled in for a two hour fight. I turned up the volume on my computer's speakers so that I could hear them in the next room, went into the next room, and sat down to watch some TV.
Fifteen minutes later, I heard a frightening noise. I jumped out of my chair, sprinted into the computer room, and beheld an ugly scene on my computer screen.
The Cow King was tough. Really tough. Not only was he Immune to Fire, Immune to Lightning, and Magic Resistant but even physical damage wasn't doing much to him. I don't know how to read mpq's, but I would guess that either he has a boatload of hit points or he has a large amount of physical resistance (probably both). I tried Berserk for a while but I was hardly denting him. Just in case he was regenning, despite the fact that shouldn't have been since he's not immune to poison, I started hitting him with my 'Call to Arms' blade which has Prevent Monster Heal. The King didn't seem to get damaged any faster. Out of paranoia, I kept using the 'Call to Arms' blade.
Even though Grizabella and her merc had excellent resistances, the King's lightning was still troublesome. We were quaffing potions like mad and I quickly lost count of the number of times we went to town.
But then I noticed something that you can see in the screenshot above. My merc had gotten into a position that allowed all of the lightning coming off the King to miss him. I moved around to the top where there was another lightning "hole" and started wailing on the King. Now that neither of us were being hit by lightning, things were easier. My merc was able to leech back all of the life he lost whenever the King hit him. There was no longer any need to go back to town.
The King still had a boatload of hitpoints, though, and for a while I was paranoid. I kept up the Battle Orders for a while but then decided to let it expire to see if my merc would still survive. He could. The King was completely focused on the merc and the merc was leeching back all the damage the King could deal. I laid a book on my mouse button and watched for a while. Everything was going smoothly. I turned on the TV in the next room but paced back and forth between the rooms in order to keep an eye on the fight.
At the 30-minute mark, the King's life bar was down to the "i" in King. Nothing else had changed. I settled in for a two hour fight. I turned up the volume on my computer's speakers so that I could hear them in the next room, went into the next room, and sat down to watch some TV.
Fifteen minutes later, I heard a frightening noise. I jumped out of my chair, sprinted into the computer room, and beheld an ugly scene on my computer screen.