Chapter 533: Realm of Death!!!

Nie Yan’s speech boosted the morale of the Cowhead Tribe players to the maximum.

Many players in the Cowhead Tribe were not absolutely loyal to Nie Yan, and Nie Yan himself didn’t think he had such great charisma. However, being part of this collective, surrounded by so many familiar brothers, they had become an inseparable part of it. Just as Nie Yan said, for the sake of these brothers beside them, for the dream! They must win, only when the Cowhead Tribe becomes powerful can they rise accordingly!

It would be unrealistic to expect them to devote themselves entirely to the Cowhead Tribe just for the sake of a dream. Nie Yan also provided comprehensive guarantees and very generous benefits.

The benefits offered by the Cowhead Tribe were unimaginable for other guilds. If they were killed in battle, the subsidies they received were sufficient to cover all losses. Additionally, they received extra rewards for every enemy they eliminated, allowing them to fight without worries. Moreover, the Cowhead Tribe had the most complete guild warehouse system, with equipment far superior to that of other guilds. Plus, they received a certain fixed salary every month, which came from the dividends of various strongholds.

The high welfare made the Cowhead Tribe the dream of countless players. At the same time, the Cowhead Tribe had very strict recruitment standards, selecting only one out of a thousand ordinary players. Under such circumstances, every player who managed to join the Cowhead Tribe felt a strong sense of honor, which was also the reason they chose to stay.

It was precisely because of all these factors that the Cowhead Tribe achieved its current situation, and the players were able to be so united!

Nie Yan distributed twelve Rings of Teleportation to Xie Yao, Tang Yao, and others. Tang Yao’s Umbral Thunder Eagle was still seriously injured and therefore unable to participate in the battle. However, the Canglan Winged Beast, originally a demon, could join the war.

“Brothers of the Cowhead Tribe, are you ready? If you are ready, let’s go and wipe out the Mage Alliance!” Nie Yan shouted loudly.

“With Brother Nieyan, let’s wipe out the Mage Alliance!”

The players of the Cowhead Tribe let out deafening roars and followed Nie Yan like a tide surging towards the other side of the square.

At the far end of the square, the Mage Alliance members were gathered, occupying a corner on the other side. Nie Yan had received information from Guo Huai that the Mage Alliance had around 1,200 players from their main branch participating, and about 800 from Sacred Guardians, all the top players from the two guilds. Additionally, Century Capital had recruited more than 900 players through various connections, all very strong professional players. Moreover, Century Capital had sent over 60 of their core members, all from Wolf Studio. Another noteworthy piece of information was that Blood Slaughter had been hired by Century Capital at a high price to become their enforcers.

Regarding Blood Slaughter, Nie Yan speculated that they might be from a rival faction of the Cowhead Tribe, and their participation in the Battle of the Death Realm was likely intended to cause trouble for the Cowhead Tribe.

As for Wolf Studio, Nie Yan had heard of them before. He knew they were Century Capital’s core group, and their strength could not be underestimated. Nie Yan reminded the Cowhead Tribe players to be careful when encountering them.

If calculated, the Mage Alliance might have more top-tier players than the Cowhead Tribe. However, Nie Yan also saw their weakness—the Mage Alliance’s team was too mixed, and if orders were issued from above, they might not be effectively executed. In terms of coordination, the Mage Alliance was far inferior to the Cowhead Tribe.

Nie Yan walked toward the edge of the square, where an old man in tattered robes stood. With white hair and beard, kind-looking eyes, and a gentle expression, he was blind, his eyes clouded and chaotic.

This person was Karl, a well-known NPC in Hilton Fortress, and only he could activate the Death Realm.

On the other side, a mage dressed in gray robes approached, his face dark when he saw Nie Yan.

Karl turned his head, his ears twitching, and locked onto the positions of the two men by the sound of their footsteps.

“Respected Mr. Karl, please help us open the Death Realm,” Nie Yan said, looking at Karl.

“In the will of the gods, the Death Realm is a battlefield where the dead will suffer severe retribution, and only the winner will emerge. Are you certain?” Karl asked in a deep, hoarse voice.

“Yes,” Nie Yan nodded.

The Crazy Method has also been confirmed.

(Note: “狂法” is translated as “The Crazy Method” based on context. If it refers to a specific term, name, or concept, please provide additional context for a more accurate translation.)

“After entering the Death Realm, you will be randomly teleported to a location where there may be many enemies around. You must be prepared,” Karl explained the rules of the Death Realm.

The stakes involved not only victory or defeat but also five strongholds. Both Nie Yan and Kuangfa were extremely cautious.

Nie Yan glanced at the few people behind Mad Mage. Five players wearing black cloaks were conversing among themselves. Based on their demeanor and weapon-handling habits, Nie Yan could confirm they were undoubtedly top-tier players.

The group also looked in Nie Yan’s direction.

“Karlo, Crow, that’s the Rogue Nieyan. Memorize his face. We’ll strike when the time comes,” one of them said.

“I heard he’s been making a big name for himself lately. It’s been a while since I’ve had a real fight. I’m getting itchy for one,” Karlo said with a grin as he stretched his joints.

“Don’t underestimate him too much. Nieyan’s reputation as a rogue wasn’t gained easily,” the Crow beside him said indifferently. He had never been particularly fond of this Westerner, even though Karlo had lived in China for many years and still hadn’t learned the ways of Chinese social conduct.

Nie Yan withdrew his gaze. He might face some formidable enemies this time, but he had never feared anyone. If gods or Buddhas stood in his way, he would slay them.

“Rogue Nieyan, no matter how lucky you’ve been before, this time the Mage Alliance will make sure you don’t return,” said Kuangfa coldly, his confidence bolstered by the strong support from Century Capital.

“Just with those ragtag troops?” Nie Yan laughed. “The outcome is still uncertain. It’s a bit presumptuous to be so arrogant now.”

“Kuang Fa” snorted coldly. “We’ll see how it goes.”

Over 90% of the players across the entire Granland Empire were focused on this battle in the Death Realm. Viewers of the live stream speculated whether the Ox-Head Tribe or the Mage Alliance would emerge victorious. This clash would reshape the entire landscape of the Granland Empire. Regardless of the outcome, war was inevitable—the winning side would undoubtedly press their advantage. In the end, one of these guilds might be completely eradicated from the realm.

Karl activated his staff, and the surrounding space began to violently fluctuate.

The players from both the Mage Alliance and the Cowhead Tribe immediately felt their hearts tighten.

The Death Realm was about to open!

The space twisted violently, and Nie Yan felt as if his body had been thrown into the air and then slammed down. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in an endless desert. In the distance, there were some highlands with figures moving about. In the Death Realm, the players encountered would either be allies or enemies. Six thousand players were all on this map.

Nie Yan didn’t know where the others had been teleported to. First, he needed to survive and then gather the Cowhead Tribe players together.

At the moment everyone was teleported into the Death Realm, the group chat was immediately activated.

“There are no coordinates here, so we can’t determine our positions. Where should we meet up?” Cui Can Dao Guang asked in the group chat.

“For now, it’s impossible to determine. Everyone should fight on their own first. Let’s all head east; we should be able to regroup eventually.”

Nie Yan said. Those with the twelve Rings of Teleportation could gather together, but for now, maintaining communication was enough.

Messages came through the group chat indicating that some Cowhead Tribe players had already encountered the Mage Alliance and engaged in combat. Six Cowhead Tribe members had been killed, while seven from the Mage Alliance had fallen. Nie Yan’s instructions were clear: if they could defeat the enemy, they should do so, but if victory wasn’t guaranteed, they should retreat and preserve their strength.

The map of the Death Realm was vast and seamlessly connected, featuring diverse terrains such as plains, deserts, swamps, mountains, and hills. Nie Yan activated his Windstride and swiftly headed east. On the elevated ground ahead, roughly ten figures had gathered. The distance made it impossible for Nie Yan to determine their allegiance. He entered stealth mode and cautiously closed in on the group.

All of these ten or so individuals wore the Mage Alliance’s distinctive insignia. The Mage Alliance’s emblem was a golden badge with a horizontal ivy vine, while the Cowhead Tribe’s emblem was a silver badge engraved with a totem of a minotaur tribe, making them easy to distinguish.

“Brothers from the opposing side, let’s go together. I’m from Sacred Guardians.”

“I’m from the Mage Alliance.”

“I’m from Glory Studio.”

These ten or so people were indeed a motley crew, consisting of various factions, with levels around seventy. At this point in time, reaching level seventy was already quite impressive. Their equipment was also top-notch, at least dark gold quality.

In total, there were eleven people: two rogues, three warriors, and six mages. There were no knights or priests among them. They had likely received orders from their guilds and were heading westward. Nie Yan pondered for a moment and decided to follow them from behind.

None of them noticed they were being followed.

One of their rogues had gone ahead to scout, while the warriors led the way and the mages closely followed. Although it was their first time working together, they were all highly skilled players with excellent awareness, and their coordination was quite good.

The group descended from the high ground and entered a dense forest.

Nie Yan stopped at the edge of the forest, looking at the thick trees ahead, gripping his dagger tightly, a sly smile curling his lips.

The hunt was about to begin, and these eleven people were his prey!

Once inside a dense forest, the terrain was no longer suitable for the large Golden Earth Dragon, so Nie Yan did not summon it out.