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Noble Scholar cursed under his breath, gripping his staff tighter. This was not the first time the BOSS had used this skill. The wide area blindness effect, combined with its powerful attacks, meant that many players caught in it were in serious trouble.
"Roar..."
A chilling roar suddenly echoed from the dark smoke as Lord Yozar of the Corpse Ridge furiously swung his spear, charging forward like a bulldozer. He swept, jabbed, and slashed; these seemingly simple movements instantly generated a flurry of damage numbers.
"Ahhh..."
The cries of agony reverberated around them. Noble Scholar furrowed his brow deeply and raised the Magic Shield, charging forward with his staff. "Teams One and Two, spread out! Team Three, retreat! Team Four, hold your ground! No need to panic!" As he spoke, he cast a Fire Spell.
Teams One and Two were both ranged classes, incredibly fragile. Upon hearing Noble Scholar's orders, they quickly dispersed to avoid being wiped out by the BOSS. As for Team Three, after being blinded by the BOSS and suffering a brutal onslaught, very few had survived.
"Damn it!"
One member of Team Four shouted as he raised his shield to block Lord Yozar of the Corpse Ridge's attacks. Each hit took away a significant chunk of health, but was quickly healed back by the priests behind him. He continued, "Brothers of the Blood Tank Class, our victory or defeat hinges on this moment. Let's show them what we've got."
Hearing this, four or five heavily armored knights stepped up, each holding their shields to engage in a fierce confrontation with Lord Yozar of the Corpse Ridge. The crisp and thunderous sounds of their clashes echoed in everyone's hearts, causing cold sweat to break out.
There was no need to elaborate on Lord Yozar of the Corpse Ridge's ferocity. When all the black mist finally dissipated, there lay over a dozen players on the ground, with glimmering gold coins scattered everywhere along with various potions of different Levels, creating a scene that looked like it had been ravaged.
"MD, is it really impossible to take him down?"
Noble Scholar frowned as he cast several spells in succession, a negative thought suddenly creeping into his mind. But then he reconsidered; having already paid such a heavy price, how could they give up halfway? Even if they couldn't defeat him, they had to fight with all their might.
"Reinforcements! Bring in the brothers on patrol outside—do it quickly!" Noble Scholar's gaze hardened as he shouted at a nearby Swordsman Player. "I’m determined to take down this BOSS today. Get everyone here right now; I refuse to believe we can't do it."
"President, what if—"
"There are no 'what ifs.' Do it now!" Noble Scholar cut off the swordsman before he could finish his sentence and continued moving to chase down the BOSS while casting spells that had just cooled down. "We cannot afford to lose this battle; we must win!"
"We must win!"
The swordsman felt a tremor in his heart. Many of his brothers had paid a heavy price, and if they could take down the BOSS, it would clearly be the best way to repay everyone. However, the members stationed on the outskirts were all assigned to Patrol Duty. After the Prestigious Guild cleared the area, they naturally had to guard against others causing trouble.
"I understand."
The swordsman nodded and replied solemnly. He could see the current situation clearly; although his brothers had surrounded the BOSS, they lacked strong output. Prolonging the battle would inevitably lead to their downfall, and the final outcome would likely be failure.
Therefore, it was better to take a gamble and call all the brothers on Patrol Duty to unleash a concentrated attack on the BOSS. Perhaps they could seize a glimmer of hope. If anyone foolish enough tried to steal their victory, facing the numerous members of Noble Family, it would be impossible for them to succeed in a short time.
A message was sent out, and soon there was a rustling sound around them as many players swiftly moved through the Bush. Before long, several figures appeared, and after this gathering, the active forces of Noble Family increased by more than twenty.
With these additional twenty members joining, the pressure on Noble Scholar's side eased considerably. They continued to urge for an offensive while coordinating another Tactics execution, surrounding Lord Yozar of the Corpse Ridge and waiting for an opportunity to strike.
In the arena, Lord Yozar of the Corpse Ridge charged forward with his massive frame, roaring as he spewed forth foul black mist. His spear swept and stabbed, each strike leaving behind a dazzling spray of blood, exuding an overwhelming aura.
"Hatred! The hatred is out of control! What are you doing to manage it?" someone shouted in panic.
Hatred was crucial in this game. At that moment, prompted by this shout, everyone suddenly realized that Lord Yozar of the Corpse Ridge's hatred had become somewhat scattered and was heading towards an uncontrollable state.
"Teams One and Two, stop outputting! Stop outputting!"
Upon hearing this, realizing that things were going awry, Noble Scholar immediately shouted for the main force to cease their attacks. If hatred went out of control, with Lord Yozar of the Corpse Ridge's destructive power, what was supposed to be a battlefield for taking down the BOSS might very well turn into a graveyard for the Prestigious Guild.
"President, at this rate, our brothers won't be able to hold on!" one person exclaimed.
"Hold on? We have to hold on even if we can't!" Noble Family couldn't help but explode in frustration. Gritting his teeth, he muttered bitterly, "A level 50 Purple Gold BOSS can be taken down by a ten-man team from Falling Leaves. What kind of nonsense is this?"
"Uh..."
The newcomer was taken aback, unsure of how to respond. Deep within, they echoed the same confusion as the Noble Scholar. A level 50 Purple Gold BOSS! Others might not understand, but they certainly did; it was beyond what could be described as merely "powerful."
"Attack! We need to take it down! Even if we have to pile on top of it!" The Noble Scholar was on the verge of losing his sanity. His intense frustration and determination propelled him into action as he shouted, "Knights, move to the front! All priests focus on healing! Teams one and two, unleash everything you've got..."
"President, what about the BOSS's aggro... uh, I get it now."
Feeling the Noble Scholar's fiery anger, there was no need for further reprimands. Since the President had spoken, being part of the Guild meant sacrificing oneself if necessary. After all, this was just a virtual game; what did death mean? Merely a loss of 20% of current experience.
The assault began...
Under the powerful concentrated fire, the effects were somewhat immediate, but the front-line Knights were suffering tremendously. Amidst the barrage of damage numbers, one particularly high figure suddenly caught the Noble Scholar's attention.
It wasn't a Critical Hit, nor a weak point attack, and certainly not a fatal blow!
"Damn it, someone is stealing the kill!"
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