Chapter 590 We Need A Healer!
?Villain Ch 590. We Need A Healer!
[You have killed 71 players!]
An announcement appeared once the knight's lifeless avatar crumpled to the cold floor of the Black Castle, dissolving into the game's abyss. The aftermath cast a momentary hush over the eerie surroundings, broken only by the faint crackling of the remaining embers and the rhythmic drip of blood from their weapons.
In the silence that followed, Vivian couldn't contain her exasperation. "Can't they leave us alone and let us look for the materials we need?" Her words hung in the air, laden with irritation. It was a sentiment shared by the entire group—this hunt, intended to gather materials for their gear, had morphed into chaotic combat where the fallen weren't just monsters but players.
Zoe's head swayed in a subtle gesture of disbelief. "You know that's impossible, right?" she retorted, a cringe evident in her expression. Deep down, she couldn't help but harbor a tiny glimmer of hope for a less tumultuous hunt, but reality seldom adhered to wishful thinking.
Shea, with a huff that mirrored her frustration, chimed in with a stark observation. "We are the same as the boss monsters. While typical low and middle-level players will run away at the sight of us, it's a whole different story with high-level players."
The group's initial assumption—that this would be a straightforward, albeit challenging, hunt—had crumbled in the face of unanticipated obstacles. The Dark Threads, the coveted material for their new gear, was met with the stark reality of fierce competition. The allure of valuable loot and substantial experience points had turned the monsters they sought into coveted targets. High-level players, undeterred by the intimidating presence of Allen's group, swarmed in relentless pursuit. The result? A relentless cycle of combat left the team with only ten to fifteen Dark Threads.
Jane's eyes sparkled with mischief as she turned to Allen, who was leisurely twirling his claws to rid them of lingering players' blood. "You should scare them with your creepy nursery song," she suggested, a mischievous glint in her eye. She vividly recalled the players' reactions, the sheer terror that ensued when Allen unleashed his spine-chilling singing—a tune so unsettling it could make ghosts in a horror movie shudder.
Allen chuckled, a wry smile playing on his lips. "That won't work. We've practically got 'Defeat me and I will give you a reward' signs on our foreheads," he countered with a huff. It was a good idea if their goal was to kill the players, but their goal here was to hunt the monsters and get materials. Also, since this was not an event and there was no time or participant limit, all players could come to this place one after another. Allen knew, sooner or later, this place would be filled with high level players who were trying to kill them. Although it would be a nice opportunity to grind EXP, they would not have the opportunity to search for materials at all. L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
Shea, her thoughts aligning with the collective weariness of the group, broke the silence with a tentative suggestion. "Shall we come back later?" she proposed, her eyes reflecting a sense of exhaustion. The notion of hunting in such a tumultuous environment felt less like a quest for materials and more like a constant skirmish against the tide of players.
Zoe responded with a huff of frustration. "This place is never empty," she remarked, her tone carrying a hint of disappointment. "I have checked it on the forums," she added, offering a glimpse into the frustrating reality of their chosen hunting grounds—a perpetual battleground where peace remained elusive.
"But after cleaning them up, right?" Jane quipped, casting a sidelong glance at the two groups of approaching players from Mystic Sentinels and Phoenix Reborn. The tension in the air was palpable as both guilds zeroed in on Allen's group, their intentions unclear but undoubtedly combative.
Shea cracked her knuckles in anticipation. "Looks like we've got company. Ready for some action?" she said with a grin.
Allen surveyed.They displayed a battle formation that bore the mark of experience and strategy. Unlike the previous players who attacked Allen's group, these guilds showcased a disciplined arrangement that hinted at a well-coordinated assault.
At the forefront of both guilds stood tanks, clad in imposing armor and armed with shields. Behind the tanks, the healers took their positions. Two in each group and they were high level ones. The healers were strategically placed to ensure maximum coverage, ensuring that every member of the guilds could benefit from their mending abilities.
Flanking the formation were ranged players, armed with bows, staffs, and magical incantations. They maintained a safe distance, ready to unleash volleys of arrows and spells to soften up the opposition before the frontliners engaged in close combat. The synergy between the tanks, healers, and ranged attackers was palpable, a testament to their practiced coordination.
The overall impression was one of military precision, a stark contrast to the ragtag assembly of players who had previously attempted to challenge Allen's group.
Allen let out a prolonged exhale, his breath forming a faint mist in the cold air. "Yup, after clearing them out," he affirmed, his tone carrying a mix of resignation and determination.
Jane cracked her knuckles with an eager grin. "Just the way I like it—straight to the action!"
Shea offered a cautionary glance. "Let's make sure we do it efficiently. We don't want to get stuck here longer than necessary."
Zoe surveyed the approaching guilds with a thoughtful expression. "We should prioritize the healers. Without them, the tanks will crumble."
Vivian tightened her grip on her weapon. "Time to show them the true meaning of teamwork!"
Allen nodded to his team. "Let's give them a performance they won't forget."
Mystic Sentinels and Phoenix Reborn closed in. The clash was inevitable, but the outcome was certain for Allen. The hall echoed with the hum of anticipation for a second before it turned into an eruption of chaos.