War Grounds 17 Envoy Of Death

"Xexe. Saving you from trouble. Where are you?" Nisha replied.

'You're doing the complete opposite,' Al helplessly muttered to himself.

Nisha suddenly stood up as he surveyed everyone before making an announcement. "From here on, this city belongs to the t.i.tans. Anyone caught collecting illegal fees will be immediately hunted down. If you have objections, feel free to come at me."

"Finally! A savior has come, but what's his name?" The crowd stirred in response, murmurs echoing.

"I don't know. He mentioned something about 't.i.tans,' though."

"Eh, you noob! If I'm not mistaken, that's the name of a high-ranking guild! But what's he doing here in this small city?"

Nisha's declaration solicited different reactions from the crowd. Newbies were pleased, but the long-term residents had grown tired of this scene already, 'Eventually, he'll give up,' they mumbled.

"Hey, Nisha! Are you sure about this? Predators is not the ruling guild of the city. You're technically declaring war against the Stone Troopers!" Al warned in the chat, still not revealing his character's location to Nisha.

"Stone Troopers? Never heard of it. Such guilds do not deserve to rule any city."

Although Nisha had a point, Al shook his head for the kid's audacity. He was not sure if this is just some child's play for his friend's little brother. Guild wars are b.l.o.o.d.y, and not something to be taken lightly.

"Who the h.e.l.l dares to disturb my city?" A man wrapped in bandages exclaimed, appearing from the crowd. Behind him were a group of players with a 'carved stone headgear' badge pinned on their chests.

"The Stone Troopers are here, and RockSalt is leading them! Everyone, please stay away from the vicinity. Stone Trooper's guild leader has a hidden cla.s.s, and all of his skills are AOE in nature. I also heard that his race was even mutated!" One of the watchers warned, causing a frenzy among the onlookers.

"No one leaves! Let's teach this b.a.s.t.a.r.d that those who disrespect our beloved city will die!" RockSalt sounded righteous. A system alert suddenly appeared in everyone's interface.

[Warning! The Guild, Stone Troopers, has declared a state of emergency. PK is now available inside the city for one hour. Stay safe.]

The city's sirens blared, and its bells gonged, after the announcement. The new players were at a loss, while the members of the guilds, Predators and Stone Troopers wore wicked expressions. RockSalt followed suit with a City Announcement - a function only available to the leader of a city's ruling guild.

[To all citizens of Alistor City. A white-cloaked man dares to threaten our peace, and take it for his interest. On behalf of Stone Troopers, I'm asking for your help in slaying this person. Anyone caught helping the trespa.s.ser will be considered a traitor, and be forever barred from entering this place. At the same time, anyone who gets to kill this man will be given a slot in my guild. Help me purge this hostile player. Let the hunt begin.]

"s.h.i.+t! s.h.i.+t! Osho, your little brother had just attacked Alistor City's ruling guild! Make him stop! Everyone is hunting him now!!! All I had ever asked was an escort, not a war!!! And how dare you hide Nisha's prowess from me! Shame on you!!! Beating you since birth, Al Gentrix." Al immediately reported the situation to his friend.

"Really? Haha! That's good news, then. He'd been itching to use his newly crafted weapon. Take care of him for me, would you? Well, I have to protect my dignity as the older person, but it doesn't matter now as it won't be long until I could catch up with his rank. Okay. Bye. Now. I won't be able to reply from here on. We're about to clash with the enemies. Your forever carry, Osho."

"Fvck! These brothers are battle maniacs! SARS, where are you now? Osho's brother needs our help...your help. d.a.m.n!" Al was panicking.

The crowd near Nisha was currently hesitating. "What peace is this man talking about? This tyrant is a shameless one." Finally, someone in the group voiced out.

"Shhh! You'll be killed for that!"

Deep inside the crowd's heart, they wanted to help the stranger, but at the same time, they don't want to be banished from the city. In the end, one would still choose their self over others.

"Xexe. You're an unworthy ruler. Forgive me for my bad manners, then." Nisha confidently said, sending a challenging look at the enclosing players. There was no trace of panic in his aura.

"Envoy of Death!" b.l.o.o.d.y red markings suddenly emerged in Nisha's golden gauntlet. Also, black markers started to appear on top of the members of Predators and Stone Troopers. "To non-guild members, I advise that you don't join this fight. Trust me. You'll die with just a flick of my finger." He seriously warned.

For a time, the crowd was torn in between attacking and running. In the end, the number game won. Many newbies rushed to attack Nisha. What a silly world.

Suddenly, Nisha disappeared in the middle of the crowd, the other players. .h.i.tting nothing, but air. "Where did he go?" RockSalt was alarmed.

"Above!" One of the members of the crowd shouted.

With his fluttering white cloak and metallic mask, Nisha's character, Yamasteh, seemed to be an angel of death as he dived towards the crowd with a punch, the impact sending anyone caught by the skill on a h.e.l.lish jump, reaping their lives.
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"You...! Just who are you?" RockSalt, who had dodged the a.s.sault, asked. His expression was grim.

"I am t.i.tans' Envoy of Death," Nisha answered coldly.