The golden earth dragon let out a heavy dragon roar, spewing scorching dragon breath that ravaged the battlefield, obliterating players one by one. Any player before it was as fragile as dust.
With one blast of its dragon breath, a large group of players was instantly wiped out.
A barrage of magical spells rained down on the golden earth dragon, bursting on its body like fireworks ascending into the sky, sending sparks flying everywhere.
However, the damage inflicted by these spells was merely single digits—some as high as eight or nine, others as low as one or two. Meanwhile, the golden earth dragon had a staggering 500,000 hit points. It would truly be no easy task for the players to kill it through sheer numbers.
These players were divided into several factions, each cautiously watching the movements of the others.
It wasn’t just Triumph, Holy Flame, Jade Temple, and the Holy Roman Empire—many other guilds, unable to resist the temptation of the golden earth dragon, had also gathered here: Radiant Sanctum, Conquer the World, Dark Ranger, Totem Belief, and more, totaling over a dozen guilds.
Tens of thousands of players had gathered here, making it impossible to distinguish friend from foe.
The scene was chaotic.
With the addition of many other guilds, the four main factions—Holy Roman Empire, Jade Temple, Holy Flame, and Triumph—were being cautious. Though other guilds were considered second-tier, they still possessed formidable strength. The four major factions couldn’t afford to offend all of them, so they kept a low profile to avoid creating enemies. If only the four factions were present, the battlefield would have already erupted into chaos.
They all wanted to grab the loot dropped by the golden earth dragon!
Especially the Golden Earth Dragon Horn!
Many players, fully aware of their inferior strength, still came hoping to seize an opportunity. If they managed to grab such an exceptional piece of equipment, they would strike gold.
Nie Yan used the Ring of the Weaver and leaped onto a tall tree, scanning the battlefield from above. Soon, he spotted members of the Holy Roman Empire and Jade Temple, who had taken up position in the northeast. Standing at the front was Fox Half-Awake, flanked by several warriors, with a large group of mages behind him continuously launching magical attacks.
Meanwhile, Triumph and Holy Flame had occupied the southwest, separated from the northeast by numerous other guilds, making it difficult for them to engage each other directly.
Under the combined magical onslaught of the various guilds’ mages, the golden earth dragon’s health had dropped to around 40%.
“How many brothers have we lost in the past ten-plus minutes?” Fox Half-Awake turned to ask Undead Berserker and the others beside him.
“Over six hundred have fallen,” Undead Berserker replied.
Fox Half-Awake felt a chill run through him. Such a loss was terrifying.
The dragon’s breath was too powerful. They had tried their best not to attract the golden earth dragon’s attention, yet so many had still perished.
Each guild was doing its utmost to control magical damage output, avoiding drawing the dragon’s attention, yet casualties were still unavoidable. However, if they completely ceased their attacks, the dragon’s health would quickly regenerate. Thus, they had to keep attacking, or else all their previous efforts would be in vain.
Exactly how these guilds got dragged into this situation, no one could say for sure.
The Golden Earth Dragon Horn was simply too tempting. Everyone wanted to get their hands on it. Warriors and rogues stood at the front lines, ready to seize it the moment the dragon fell.
Additionally, there were numerous conflicts among these guilds. The four major guilds had fought countless times, while smaller guilds also harbored their own grudges.
“How long have you been fighting?” Nie Yan asked in the guild chat.
“We spotted the golden earth dragon about two hours ago. We’ve clashed with Holy Flame and Triumph five times, with heavy casualties on both sides. About a dozen guilds temporarily reached a truce earlier, agreeing to defeat the golden earth dragon first before settling their disputes. We’ve been cooperating for about half an hour,” Fox Half-Awake replied. His sole objective was to obtain the Golden Earth Dragon Horn!
This item was enough to make everyone drool.
Nie Yan turned his gaze toward Triumph and Holy Flame. There were many familiar faces over there—Orange, Thin Dog, and many other elites from Triumph were currently imprisoned in the Karol City Jail, leaving only a few remaining. On the other side, among the Holy Flame players, Nie Yan spotted a familiar figure—Ye Poshen Monk!
Though Nie Yan had never met Ye Poshen Monk in person, he had seen videos of him provided by Fox Half-Awake. At the very least, he could recognize Ye Poshen Monk.
His deep blue robe was covered in strange runes, giving off an eerie aura.
It was a Seeker’s Robe, the best set available at level thirty.
Crouching on the tree branch, Nie Yan’s lips curled into a meaningful smile. If Ye Poshen Monk were to be killed right under the Holy Flame players’ watchful eyes, what kind of blow would that be for them!
Nie Yan wasn’t sure about Ye Poshen Monk’s actual skills, but one thing was certain—this guy was definitely no ordinary player.
In a previous life, Ye Poshen Monk was very low-key. His name never appeared on the level leaderboard or the Archmage leaderboard. Yet, there were rumors that he was an Archmage, and a very powerful one at that. However, players were never certain because Ye Poshen Monk always traveled discreetly and rarely showed his hand.
With so many Holy Flame players surrounding him, Nie Yan couldn’t guarantee that he could kill Ye Poshen Monk. It would be extremely difficult.
But something deep inside Nie Yan stirred.
His personality was filled with a sense of adventure, always eager to do something thrilling.
Looking back at the central golden earth dragon, it was undoubtedly formidable—extremely strong in melee combat and capable of launching ranged dragon breath attacks.
Suddenly, an idea struck Nie Yan. The golden earth dragon in the center could also be a useful tool!
The mages’ attacks on the golden earth dragon only dealt single-digit damage. If Nie Yan could deal double-digit damage, he would immediately draw the dragon’s aggro.
Nie Yan’s lips curled upward slightly. He had a plan.
Just as he resolved to act, he noticed about fifty to sixty figures from the Holy Flame faction entering stealth mode, moving toward the Holy Roman Empire’s side.
These rogues had targeted Fox Half-Awake!
Holy Flame had provided ample cover for these rogues, so Fox Half-Awake had no idea that enemies were approaching from the Holy Flame side.
With so many rogues focusing on a single target, that person was doomed!
As Nie Yan contemplated how to eliminate Ye Poshen Monk and strike a blow against Holy Flame’s morale, Ye Poshen Monk had already set his sights on Fox Half-Awake standing at the front line.
If Fox Half-Awake were to fall, it would be like stripping the Holy Roman Empire of half its spirit and morale!
“Foxy, be careful! Rogues from Holy Flame are coming!” Nie Yan sent a message to Fox Half-Awake, then leaped from the tree and darted toward Fox Half-Awake’s location like an arrow.
He moved with astonishing speed, gliding effortlessly over the uneven terrain.
Fox Half-Awake was fully focused on directing the players to attack in an orderly manner. The warriors were already prepared to fight other guilds for the loot. Just then, he suddenly received Nie Yan’s message.
A jolt of alarm surged through Fox Half-Awake’s mind as he shouted, “Priests, use Light!”
One by one, white glowing orbs soared into the sky, pouring down bright light that revealed dozens of figures. They were nearly hugging the dragon’s back as they approached.
The golden earth dragon was completely focused on the mages, continuously spewing dragon breath and sweeping away player after player, unaware of the rogues passing by its side.
At that moment, the dragon’s massive tail slammed down, striking one of the rogues. A damage number “-723” floated above his head, and he collapsed lifelessly.
Out of the fifty or so rogues, only that one unfortunate soul met his end.
The rest safely passed the golden earth dragon and charged straight toward Fox Half-Awake.
Ye Poshen Monk had chosen an extremely sharp route for these rogues, allowing them to swiftly close in on Fox Half-Awake.
Like a sharp blade piercing forward, their approach was truly formidable.
By the time the priests’ light revealed the rogues, they were already right in front of Fox Half-Awake.
Fox Half-Awake understood what his death would mean for the Holy Roman Empire. He didn’t hesitate or act recklessly but immediately began to retreat.
“Undead Berserker, Tsunami, cover me!” Fox Half-Awake shouted. Undead Berserker and Tsunami Tide rushed forward from both sides, attempting to block the rogues’ advance.
However, the number of people around Fox Half-Awake was too few. How could they possibly hold off an attack from fifty or so rogues!
More than ten rogues lunged at Undead Berserker and Tsunami Tide, who could barely hold their ground against such a large number of rogues.
A figure suddenly darted forward, appearing on the path of Fox Half-Awake’s retreat. With a flick of his dagger, he aimed straight for Fox Half-Awake’s forehead.
The dagger sliced through the air!
Fox Half-Awake barely managed to raise his greatsword in defense, producing a crisp metallic clang.
The greatsword and dagger collided.
Fox Half-Awake was no ordinary figure. Although he was the leader of a guild and burdened with many responsibilities, his skills had never dulled.
At this moment, Fox Half-Awake finally saw his opponent’s face. The man looked to be in his early thirties, with a scar running across his face and a rough beard, giving him a somewhat desolate appearance that left a deep impression.
The top rogue of Holy Flame—Mo Ci!
It was said that he was a retired soldier from the battlefield, a professional player who later joined Holy Flame and quickly became their top rogue. His skills were undoubtedly among the best.
Nie Yan never expected to encounter him here!
Mo Ci blocked Fox Half-Awake’s retreat, preventing him from escaping. The rest of the rogues surged forward. No matter how strong Fox Half-Awake’s defense was, he couldn’t withstand the combined assault of so many rogues.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Holy Roman Empire’s mages unleashed their spells, sending several rogues near Fox Half-Awake flying.
But even more rogues rushed forward.
Shockwave!
Fox Half-Awake unleashed a shockwave, sending over a dozen rogues flying. Just as he was about to escape, a flash of cold light appeared, and a dagger pierced into the back of his head. Blood splattered everywhere.
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