В каком балансе? Ты хочешь, чтобы противник был овощем. Перс с 0 маны это овощь. Перс в фулл контроле это овощь. Челы на роге и хантах хотят 100% уклона доджить все атаки. Хилы хотят впитывать весь урон и никогда не умирать. То же самое с танками. Дд хотят всех убивать. Все хотят побеждать, никто не хочет проигрывать. Вот только смысл играть с теми, кто всегда побеждает? Никакого нет и не интересно развлекать кого то. Это как если бы в шахматах у белых были все фигуры, а у черных только три пешки и король. 

Давать скрин где пал прожил фулл бой и выхилил 200к хп за все время как довод нерф хил палу смешно. Это сродни тому как показать скрин где одноруч пал мдд нанес 97к урона за весь бой в сравнении с хантом с 30к урона, который упал в первые 30 сек боя. И просить потом нерф урона у пала мдд тк он профильного дд передамажил. Надеюсь уважаемые разработчики играют в игру а не ведутся на слепое нытье.   

Не играл тогда и мне такое не интересно. Класс должен быть в балансе, с чем я ему постараюсь помочь.

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This could only happen in Arinar during New Year’s. The air was filled with excitement as the elves of Ayvondil prepared for the grand celebration that marked the end of one year and the beginning of another. The streets were adorned with colorful lights, and the sound of laughter and music echoed through the city. In the heart of Ayvondil, a young warrior named Mels stood at the edge of the bustling marketplace, her eyes shining with anticipation. She had come to the city to join in the festivities and enjoy a break from her usual adventures in the world of Warspear Online. As Mels made her way through the crowded streets, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of little elves running around, their faces painted with joy. The aroma of festive treats filled the air, tempting her to stop and taste delicious food that lined the stalls. Just as Mels was about to sample a sweet pastry, a sudden commotion caught her attention. A group of mischievous goblins had snuck into the marketplace, causing chaos wherever they went. The town’s people tried to chase them away, but the goblins were too quick and elusive. Seeing the confusion, Mels sprang into action. Drawing her sword, she leaped forward and confronted the goblins with a fierce determination. With skillful strikes and strategic moves, she managed to outsmart the creatures and drive them out of the marketplace. The town’s people cheered as Mels emerged victorious, her heroism earning her their admiration. Grateful for her bravery, the elves of Ayvondil invited Mels to join them in their New Year’s Eve celebration. As the clock struck midnight, fireworks lit up the sky, painting it with vibrant colors that danced in the darkness. Mels stood among her new friends, her heart full of warmth and happiness. In that moment, she realized that the bonds forged in times of need were the true treasures of the season. With a contented smile, Mels raised her cup and toasted to the coming year, full of hope and promise. “Happy New Year!” she exclaimed, her voice joining the chorus of well-wishes that filled the air. And so in the land of Arinar, amidst the joy and camaraderie of the New Year’s celebration, Mels found a sense of belonging and purpose, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would always have friends by her side to face them together.