The mogu have awakened some ancient beast, an it is not long before they attempt to release it upon my men. Find your way to the Hall of the Serpent and slay the beast before it can be unleashed upon us.
I would trust no other with such a dangerous and important task. You will receive: 24 72 2. Remember that you can only walk on a particular type of tile safely; the type for the day is shown on a tile at the bottom of the entrance ramp into Guo-Lai Halls, or careful observation will reveal which type forms a path to the opposite door. Enter the Hall of the Serpent and head down the stairs, moving quickly around both corners to avoid the Jade Smash from the Jade Sentinels.
Head down the lower level to reach Milau , a cloud serpent with 4. Milau is rooted in one of two spots for the entire duration of the fight and so does not need to be normally tanked. Adventurers attempting the encounter must either stay within Milau's hitbox or on the lower level of the area or it will cast Lightning Pool underneath them, which will one-shot anything that stands in it. Ranged players must dodge Lightning Breath casts—Milau will randomly face one direction when starting the cast and breathe in that general direction.
The cast time is long enough to get out of the area of effect if Milau targets an adventurer's direction specifically. Roughly three pools will be up concurrently and if unlucky, nearly the entire floor will be inacessible. Run away from the boss area toward the steps leading back up to the Hall of Tiles to get out of the damage range and take the opportunity to heal up. Melee players should immediately start running back to the cloud serpent's upstairs spot to be in position once the Lightning Sweep is done.
It is entirely possible to complete the encounter without taking a single point of damage. It's a requirement for [ One Step at a Time ]!
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